This Hogwarts isn't 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 afar.

"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 the situation, 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 gaze of the entire auditorium.

His expression was more nervous than Hermione's or Neville's.

"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. In this short 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 well, Ron, that's great."

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

McGonagall smiled and nodded at Vincent before saying the last name.

"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 passes, the record of this century is 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 case.

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 a little 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 school director's son to keep the other party.

Make friends?

Doesn't exist.

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, a very 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 startled 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.

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

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

With the wisdom bonus of Rowena Ravenclaw, it was able to break through the automatic defense of the natural master of Occlumency.

"Child, why don't you speak?"

Vincent knew this would happen.

Even if you could speak into his head, you wouldn't be able to tell 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 asked me what to do? I was going to ask you something else -

This...isn't appropriate. "

Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old prestigious school, welcomed the strongest student in history who was difficult to sort.

He had the courage to talk to himself in public,

his academic performance was excellent since childhood,

he had made several friends before he entered school,

and was 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 at the Gryffindor table.

The twins blinked mischievously,

Hermione turned her little head aside,

Neville gave him a cheering gesture.

Looking at the Ravenclaw table, Qiu was smiling.

The fat monk at the Hufflepuff table patted his chest with his hands on his waist.

Draco at the Slytherin table kept mumbling.

"My choice is..."

He turned his head and glanced at the staff table.

It was like a legless Gugu constantly tilting left and right Nodding his head.

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

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

The greasy old bat professor who taught potions next to him had a problem with his eyes.

He was so impatient after waiting for half an hour, he would definitely be in trouble if he went there.

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

The fat Herbology professor smiled more kindly.

Both of them are worth considering.

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

No matter how powerful the dean and the school director are, can they still overshadow the principal and vice principal?

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

"Mr. Hat, my choice is Gryffindor. "

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

The mouth of the Sorting Hat, formed by the crack, raised up sharply: "Gryffindor!"

"Great!" The twins reacted most excitedly.

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

The little lions of Gryffindor cheered loudly under the encouragement of the two.

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