This Hogwarts is not normal

The Slytherin table burst into thunderous applause, immediately arousing serious dissatisfaction from the Gryffindor table.

Led by the twins, countless little lions erupted in bursts of boos from the air.

"Ding ding——"

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the principal Dumbledore, who was wearing half-moon glasses at the center of the staff table, tapped the wine glass with a small spoon.

Mag, who understood everything, glanced at the twins who were sitting obediently before calling out the next name.

These two are really getting better at teasing each other every year.

The auditorium, which had been quiet and orderly for about ten minutes, suddenly erupted into a burst of noisy discussion.

Harry walked out of the queue blankly when his name was called.

A little panicked, he put on his hat under the watchful eyes of the entire auditorium.

His expression was more nervous than Hermione and Neville.

"Gryffindor!"

Everyone, including the faculty, applauded.

"We've got Potter, we've got Potter!"

The twins stood up and cheered loudly under Mag's stern eyes.

Vincent would be lying if he said he was not envious of such an enthusiastic response.

Especially the Potions Professor with his chin propped up and his extremely fiery eyes.

As expected, the golden retriever's hands and eyes were very good, and in this little time, he had already made arrangements for Mr. Potter, who still hadn't shaken his hand.

"Ron Weasley!"

After Ron, who was second to last, went up, it was his turn to be the only one of the freshmen still standing.

"Gryffindor!"

Ron, who was turning blue, collapsed on the chair next to him as soon as he reached Harry.

"He's my brother!"

"Very good, Ron, that's great."

Compared to the twins' excited expressions, Percy's tone was just a bit exaggerated.

Before McGonagall read out the last name, she smiled and nodded at Vincent.

"Vincent Wayne!"

The sparse discussion meant that he was somewhat popular.

As the saying goes, contentment always brings happiness.

He put on his hat and sat down, looking forward to what would happen next.

One minute passed,

Two minutes passed...

For five minutes, Vincent and the Sorting Hat seemed to be petrified, motionless on their stools.

"Interesting boy." Dumbledore quietly stuffed a small candy into his mouth.

The last time the Sorting Hat took this long to consider was more than forty years ago.

That little girl has now grown into the deputy principal of Hogwarts.

Every second that goes by, the records of this century are being broken.

Another minute passed before Vincent finally moved his finger.

In fact, he wanted to stretch himself.

"What is he doing?" Hermione was not the only one who thought so.

Hundreds of pairs of wide-open eyes present could not understand why he had to change to a more comfortable position.

"Maybe it's because it takes a long time..."

No matter how quiet Neville's voice was, many people in the silent auditorium heard it.

This is indeed the reality.

Ten minutes have passed since Vincent put on the Sorting Hat.

McGonagall quietly came to the staff table, lowered her head and chatted with Dumbledore.

"Mr. Wayne wrote to me during the holidays to inquire about magical talents."

"Minerva, we may be about to welcome an unprecedented little wizard."

Dumbledore gently lifted the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, and his blue eyes focused on the figure that attracted the most attention in the room.

"Professor, do we have to wait forever?"

"Of course, the sorting ceremony is a Hogwarts tradition."

Mag relaxed slightly and said, "I hope it won't take too long."

Draco was sitting on the Slytherin table, his eyes eagerly waiting for something to happen.

What a wonderful thing it would be if the Sorting Hat finally said that he had no magical talent and kicked Wayne out of the school.

He felt that when the time came, he might as well come forward as the son of the school director to keep the other party.

make friends?

nonexistent.

The young master of the Malfoy family wanted this man to suffer all kinds of humiliation at Hogwarts, and he couldn't even drop out of school voluntarily.

While he was thinking about a better future, an extremely weak voice suddenly sounded in Vincent's mind.

"Ha, finally came in -"

It looked like the Sorting Hat was talking to him.

He raised his hand to look at the mechanical watch and murmured: "Twenty-five minutes..."

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Merlin's beard! This may have broken a record of nearly five hundred years!"

Percy's shocked face frightened the twins.

In my impression, this brother would only show a similar expression when they deducted points from Gryffindor House.

"This will be written into the school history..." Hermione was both happy and a little sad.

This thug definitely got lucky.

The Sorting Hat chattered a lot in Vincent's mind.

It said it was very lucky to remember Salazar Slytherin's Legilimency skills.

Coupled with Rowena Ravenclaw's wisdom bonus, it was able to break through the automatic defense of the natural Occlumency master.

"Child, why don't you speak?"

Vincent knew this would happen.

Even if you could speak in his mind, you wouldn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay, I've spoken."

Not only the Sorting Hat heard this, but everyone heard it.

The auditorium fell into silence again, leaving only Vincent talking to himself.

"Turn it off? How do I know how to turn it off——

You ask me what to do? I still want to ask you——

This...isn't appropriate."

Hogwarts, a prestigious school for thousands of years, has welcomed a student with the strongest sorting problem in history.

He has the courage to speak to himself in public,

Excellent academic performance since childhood,

I have already made several friends before I entered school.

He is also planning to plot against the young master of the Malfoy family.

The most important point is that the Sorting Hat cannot know any thoughts.

Vincent looked towards the Gryffindor table.

The twins winked mischievously,

Hermione turned her little head aside,

Neville gave him a cheering gesture.

Turning his gaze to the Ravenclaw table, Qiu was smiling.

The fat monk at the Hufflepuff table put his hands on his hips and patted his chest.

Draco at the Slytherin table kept thinking.

"My choice is..."

He turned and glanced at the staff table.

Gugu, who seemed to have no legs, kept tilting his head left and right.

It clearly means that you can choose whatever you want, and you should get the treatment you deserve anyway.

Vincent, who was feeling chilly all over, looked past the turbaned Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The greasy-headed old bat professor who teaches potions next to me has something wrong with his eyes.

I was so impatient after waiting for half an hour. I definitely had a lot of shoes to wear when I went there.

The Charms Professor with a bit of goblin blood smiled at him.

The fat professor of herbalism smiled more kindly.

Both are worth considering.

But when he looked at the transfiguration professor who could turn into a cat, he already knew which college to choose.

No matter how powerful the dean and school director are, can they still be more powerful than the principal and vice president?

"Ahem -" Vincent cleared his throat and looked up at the wide brim of the old hat.

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"Mr. Hat, my choice is Gryffindor House."

Even though it had been talking about the life of Godric Gryffindor just now, this choice was undoubtedly the most suitable from both an emotional and logical perspective.

The Sorting Hat's mouth formed by the cracks raised sharply upward: "Gryffindor!"

"Awesome!" The twins responded most excitedly.

They stood up and shouted: "We have Wayne, the Wayne who makes history!"

The little lions of Gryffindor cheered loudly under the cheers of the two men.

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