The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience fell silent.

The professors and the old students on the four long tables looked at each other. They had never seen the Sorting Hat as happy as today, so that the sorting song was a new song.

The students soon began to discuss. They understood a short part of the sorting song, and they could only guess wildly.

Moriarty noticed that Dumbledore and a female professor with big glasses on the professor's seat were talking in a low voice. Through Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, he could see the solemnity in his eyes.

Is it about the sorting song?

Moriarty felt that the only thing he could attract Dumbledore's attention was the sorting song.

Obviously, the boy in the song refers to him.

"Hat, your singing voice is the first admission gift I received. I like it very much. For this reason, I will also give you a gift."

Amidst the noise, Moriarty's clear voice came, and the students were attracted. Moriarty swung the Slytherin staff at the Sorting Hat, and a thin layer of frost covered the hat.

"You should pay attention to your appearance and hat, otherwise you won't be able to see your old friends."

The Sorting Hat grinned: "Aha, what did you do to me? It's cool, itchy, oh so comfortable, I mean—what a surprise."

A few seconds later, the frost was gone, and the Sorting Hat was renewed, as it had been on Godric Gryffindor's head thousands of years ago, a brand new wizard hat.

"Hey," the Sorting Hat yelled, "What you did reminded me of the scene when Salazar was with Godric, and he was always urging Godric to clean me.

Well boy, I thank you, even though I don't like cleanliness, you let me get back the feeling of the past. "

"It's nothing," Moriarty said. "Hope you're having a good time, hat."

There was applause from the long Gryffindor table, praising Moriarty, and a red-haired fourth-year student whistled at Moriarty: "Nice job! I've wanted to do that for a long time!"

Percy behind Moriarty covered his forehead: "Oh no, it's Charlie!"

The weird atmosphere that had existed since the end of the sorting song was suddenly broken, and the students laughed out loud.

Professor McGonagall had to raise the volume: "Whoever I call the name now, whoever puts on the hat, sits on the stool, and waits for the sorting."

"Jerico Blanche!"

A tall, thin boy with short pale blond hair stepped out of the queue and put on his hat.

At this moment, Lilith moved to Moriarty's side and said softly, "Blanche is an American surname. If I remember correctly, he is the son of James Blanche, the current Director of Sports at the Magical Congress of America. , Their family is a sports family."

Then she smiled at Moriarty. "I bet he'd be sorted into Slytherin."

As soon as the words fell, the hat shouted in an opera-like accent: "Slytherin~"

Jericho Blanche put down his hat, and quickly ran to the Slytherin table, where there was a burst of not-so-warm applause.

Lilith winked at Moriarty, her slightly raised face was like a little bear eating honey.

Next, as long as there are little pure-blood wizards coming forward, she can always tell the background and origin of those pure-bloods.

"Penello Clearwater!"

Hearing being called, Penello looked at the surrounding freshmen, and Moriarty encouraged her: "Don't be nervous, take it easy."

Penello walked up excitedly, but as soon as he put on the hat, he showed his true colors, lowered his head, and muttered vaguely.

"Want to go to Slytherin?" said the Sorting Hat, "Oh Merlin, there are enough Slytherins this year!"

"What? Still want to go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat insisted on its point: "Going to Ravenclaw will help you achieve your goal faster and better, okay, kid."

Moriarty saw Penello shaking his head desperately, but the hat was obviously overexcited today, and Moriarty suspected that it hadn't listened carefully to Penello's inner voice at all.

"So - Ravenclaw~"

Penelope's face turned pale. She took off her hat and put it on the stool casually, which caused the hat to scream, but she walked slowly towards Chief Ravenclaw as if she didn't hear it. table, there was a burst of warm applause.

Percy looked regretful: "It seems that I am the only Gryffindor in the group of four in the box."

"Don't lose heart Weasley," Lilith reassured, "The great cause has nothing to do with where you are."

At this time, Professor McGonagall read in cadence: "Moriarty Slytherin!"

The entire auditorium fell into silence again, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Moriarty was already at the forefront of the freshmen, he only needed to take a step forward to sit on the stool, the Sorting Hat smiled and said, "Come on, put me on, let me see what you think. "

There was a hint of playfulness in Moriarty's eyes. In the castle, he learned a few little magic tricks to prevent others from prying into his thoughts, so he happened to try it out with his hat.

When he picked up the sorting hat, the system prompted: "It was detected that the host found and touched the wizard hat that can think independently, and won two exploration draws."

Moriarty did not choose to draw a lottery, he put on the sorting hat, and for a moment, the hat shouted: "Oh no..."

Hat wanted to see what Moriarty was thinking, but was invaded by Moriarty.

Moriarty sees some images from Hat's memory:

A tall man in a bright red uniform pointed a sword at a man in a silver robe with a haughty face, and he was pointed at by a staff held by the man in the silver robe.

There is also a majestic castle - the hat seems to have been put on someone's head, and it sees the inside of the castle.

And—the four wizards pointed their wands at the hats, and the tips of the wands released wisps of blue smoke and white mist...

"Hey! You naughty boy!" The hat screamed again, breaking Moriarty's prying eyes, and said angrily, "You must have learned the detective magic of that old fellow Salazar, if it weren't for you Call Slytherin, I will assign you to Azkaban!"

No matter whether it was a new student or an old student, they let out a low cry at this time, but Moriarty didn't care, he laughed and said: "I think you must have inherited Godric's sense of humor, you have a great talent for telling jokes! "

"Really? Am I serious?" the Sorting Hat asked, his anger just now seemed to be faking, but now it is thinking: "Maybe next time I sort, I should ask the freshmen to line up to tell me Joke. That way I can quickly judge their quality."

The long table of Gryffindor roared with laughter, and several lion cubs who liked to play tricks on weekdays cheered loudly: "This is great!"

Seeing that the hat had forgotten his job, Moriarty coughed lightly: "Stop thinking about it, sort me out quickly, I don't want to be a jon hat."

"Okay, okay, I still want to chat with you for a while," the hat smashed, "Isn't it a matter of course, of course Slytherin should go to Slytherin House!"

The loudest cheers erupted from the Slytherin table, and a senior senior summoned a silver snake with a wand and said, "Praise Slytherin!"

Most of the little snakes applauded with a smile on their faces, only a few had intriguing expressions on their faces.

Moriarty came to the Slytherin table, and everyone stood up to shake his hand, but was stopped by the oldest prefect, William Romot.

Moriarty recognized him as the one who released Silver Snake, and he asked the students to continue watching the branch, and arranged for Moriarty to sit next to a pretty and lovely girl.

"Hi, Mr. Moriarty, I'm Gemma Farley, your third grader."

This senior has long brown hair hanging down to her waist and a pair of green eyes. She is smiling at Moriarty at this moment.

Moriarty greeted politely, and they watched the sorting situation together.

After two more freshmen were assigned to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor respectively, Professor McGonagall read: "Lilith Pelivik!"