Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After Professor McGonagall left, while they were waiting, translucent, gray ghosts came in from the wall, the floor, and the window.

It made some Muggle-born and timid wizarding students scream.

But soon, the more humorous and kind among the ghosts dispelled the fears of these little wizards.

But when the little wizards asked about the sorting ceremony.

These ghosts will suddenly become very serious and scary.

"The sorting ceremony in Gryffindor is to fight a fire dragon," said a knight-like ghost. "If you win, you can enter Gryffindor, and if you lose, you can only go to other houses, such as Slytherin. ."

After speaking, the ghost also glanced at the ghost who looked like a tall and thin gentleman next to him, dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"Shit!" the ghost yelled, "Gryffindor is a second-class academy! Our Slytherin is a place where we can really learn magic!"

Just like that, the ghosts in the room were yelling at me, I scolded you, and almost got into a fight.

This chaotic scene didn't stop until Professor McGonagall reappeared, and the ghosts flew into the wall and disappeared.

"Now, in a single line," McGonagall said, "follow me."

Ron stood at the front, Harry followed, and Tiera stood behind Harry, and behind Tiera was a boy with brown hair, a little shorter than him.

They walked up the stairs, through the foyer, and came to an incomparably luxurious dining room.

The ceiling of the restaurant is a starry night sky, and countless candles and jellyfish are wandering under the night sky.

All the classmates except their freshmen were sitting at four long tables.

On four tables were gleaming gold plates and goblets.

There was another long table on the table at the top of the dining room. It was the teachers' seats, and Hagrid was also on that long table.

Professor McGonagall took the first-year students over there, and had them line up facing the entire senior class, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. Ghosts also shone dimly silver light among the students.

"Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I read it in "Hogwarts, A History of the School"." Hermione did not know when she stood beside Tiera, facing the mention Yella said in a low voice, her voice full of pride that could not be concealed.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and then placed a shabby, patched, pointed wizard hat on the four-cornered stool.

The greasy body of the wizard hat reflected greasy light, and the wrinkles on the hat looked like the wrinkled face of an old man.

The hat twisted. The brim of the hat was split wide, like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a hat more beautiful than me, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your silk top hats smooth and crisp. I am the magic hat used for Hogwarts testing, and I am naturally much taller than your hats.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind can't escape the golden eyes of the devil hat, put it on and give it a try.

I will tell you which college you should go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there are hidden bravery, their daring, boldness and boldness, make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where people are upright and loyal, and Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, not afraid of hard work;

If you are shrewd, you may enter the wise old Ravenclaw, those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you will enter Sleitherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use all means to achieve their goals.

Come put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic!

In my hand...even though I don't even have a hand...you are absolutely safe because I am a thinking hat!

After the hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause. The hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and sorts." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy complexion and two golden ponytails sat up obediently. Her eyes, eyebrows, and nose were very similar to the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. Well, the watery me, the iron-struck Hannah Abbott, and the heart of Tierra think.

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat.

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to sit at their table.

"Susan Burns!" - "Hufflepuff!"

"Terrybut!" - "Ravenclaw!"

……

"Tiera Wu!" McGonagall read.

Tiera sat up obediently.

Before the hat fell on her head, Tiera forced only one thought in her mind.

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tiera had just drank a bottle of Harris potion half a month ago, and the remaining medicinal properties were still Relatively strong, but not so strong that the Sorting Hat can see the abnormality, at least not so that the Sorting Hat can see its own memory...

It would be nice to see him steal the Philosopher's Stone or have a library in another world...

If the Sorting Hat can see the memory of the connection between him and the person behind the "Secret Book of Xuanjun Seven Chapters"...

The Sorting Hat might not have to mutate on the spot.

The Sorting Hat was silent for a few seconds.

"Well... interesting, very interesting..." The Sorting Hat said.

Tiera only felt that the deepest and strongest desire in her mind had been revealed, but fortunately, with the help of Tiera's adult self-control and spiritual wall, the Sorting Hat didn't see much.

Just pure thoughts~www.wuxiahere.com~ without any memory.

This is also because Tiera's mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary little wizards to sense the Sorting Hat's inspection.

"Well... The first is the thirst for knowledge. You are a very curious little wizard. Your thirst for knowledge is strong, even far more than some adult wizards I have seen... You are very suitable for Ravenclaw..."

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tiera kept reciting in her mind, and the curiosity that was aroused in her mind was quickly suppressed .

But then, a greedy thought emerged from the depths of Tiera's mind.

But fortunately, Tiera was ready and was quickly suppressed.

"It's also very ambitious and longing for fame. It seems that Slytherin is also a good fit for you..." The Sorting Hat said again.

"But obviously, you don't want to go to these two academies, but to Gryffindor..." The Sorting Hat said slowly.

"But you're not suitable for Gryffindor..." The Sorting Hat joked, "You're a natural snake or a natural crow, but you're not a lion, and you don't have the breed that a honeypot needs... can you tell me……"

Before the Sorting Hat had finished speaking, Tiera silently took out a slender sweater needle from inside the wizard's robe, and poked the Sorting Hat lightly.

"Oh, well, well, I admit you're a Gryffindor, and you were the first to threaten the old hat at the Sorting Ceremony, well, that's..." The Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor. many!"

There was warm applause from the Gryffindor long table, and the applause of the Weasley twins was the most intense.

Apparently they thought Tiera was the same troublemaker as them.

Otherwise, serious people, who play with sweater needles in their clothes?