The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 50: The Belated School Sorting!

In front of the auditorium.

The professors sat upright in the faculty section.

Dumbledore, dressed in a purple robe, sat in the center. His silver hair and beard were meticulously groomed, and his eyes behind his crescent-shaped spectacles gazed gently at the students.

Their eyes met.

Ian saw Dumbledore wink at him.

"This is my favorite time of year."

Philius Flitwick, who is as short as a dwarf, is the current headmaster of Ravenclaw School. His short stature does not hinder his magical prowess, which far surpasses that of most people.

"What energetic children! I wonder how many of them will enter our college."

Pomona Sprout, the headmistress of Hufflepuff School, looked like a housewife and was watching the new students enter the hall with a hopeful smile.

"The Sorting Hat will make the choice for them."

As for Minerva McGonagall, the Headmistress of Gryffindor, she was the most serious of all the professors, her lips always pursed, exuding the sternness of a headmaster.

of course.

Only those who know this headmistress can understand that behind her strictness lies a delicate and gentle heart, and her reputation among the students far surpasses that of the head of Slytherin House who is leading the team at this time.

Severus Snape.

"Everyone, go to the middle and line up."

He pointed to the empty space in the middle, his words sounding like a forced command, which had already left an overly authoritarian impression on many students.

Everyone did as instructed and went over.

"Professor Snape, thank you for your help."

Professor McGonagall waited for Snape to take his seat in the faculty box, then rose and went to the filthy Sorting Hat. Almost all the students were staring at her nervously.

"Will we fight giants?"

"I heard that we need to catch a bird snake."

"Nonsense, my dad told me that the school's test was to put us in a room with Veela."

……

Without Snape's control.

The young wizards then began whispering amongst themselves.

Inside the magnificent hall.

Four long tables, each representing a different college, were filled with upperclassmen, and the magical flames of the candles suspended above their heads burned fiercely.

Aurora kept looking up at the roof.

She seemed to lose her earlier nervousness after seeing the Sorting Hat.

"What are you looking at?"

Ian was also quite excited.

Why isn't any wax dripping down?

The German girl spoke softly, her voice tinged with regret.

"Maybe when they cast the spell, they forgot to add some realistic effects." Ian was also somewhat surprised that the candles above his head seemed to never change.

That makes sense.

Aurora nodded.

"It's alright. Once I learn alchemy, I'll help them fix this little flaw," Ian said eagerly. He still had Mara's new assignment in his suitcase.

"Were you always this bad?"

Aurora's tone carried a hint of surprise.

"That's a good question."

Ian actually seemed to start recalling and thinking, which made Aurora widen her eyes in disbelief as she looked at him.

"quiet!"

Just now.

Professor McGonagall's loud voice rang out.

The Sorting Hat, placed on the four-cornered stool, twisted at the opportune moment, revealing its sculpted mouth and eyes. Amidst the exclamations of the young wizards, it began to display its soulful singing voice, which likely originated from Gryffindor.

In the ancient halls of Hogwarts,

I will softly sing a new hymn.

Wisdom and courage will meet here.

Every heart will find its way to the future.

Oh, young hearts, full of boundless imagination!

It is the flame of Gryffindor, burning with courage and hope.

Or is it the profundity of Slytherin that conceals wisdom and brilliance?

Or perhaps it's Hufflepuff's loyalty, warm as the sun.

Wise minds soar under the wings of Ravenclaw?

Listen to my words, feel my slight trembling; I am the Sorting Hat that never makes a mistake!

If you uphold justice and are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles...

The flames of Gryffindor will burn for you;

If you have a sharp mind and pursue the light of truth...

The starry skies of Ravenclaw await your boundless exploration.

They yearn for love and cherish friendship like a treasure.

The fields of Hufflepuff will surely fulfill your imagination.

If you are hiding your true nature and yearn to fulfill your inner ambitions...

The lakes of Slytherin will surely reflect your glory.

Wherever you choose, young heart, do not hesitate or waver.

Let me guide you toward the direction you are destined to be!

……

The singing was very loud.

Ok.

All that's left is a loud voice.

Ian believed that the Sorting Hat's song, to some extent, reflected Gryffindor's own artistic talent, and heaven knows why Dumbledore listened with such rapt attention.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

There were many students applauding at the scene.

And then the applause began to fade.

Professor McGonagall, holding a roll of parchment, stood next to the Sorting Hat, preparing for Catgirl's roll call.

"Grace Allison!"

The first name was read aloud by Professor McGonagall.

Ian looked over.

All I saw was...

A girl with a few freckles on her face looked bewildered. After being gently nudged a few times by the little wizard next to her, she hurriedly ran towards Professor McGonagall.

"What should I do?"

The girl seemed a little lost.

"Just sit on the stool."

Professor McGonagall offered her explanation in a gentle tone.

"Hufflepuff!"

When the Sorting Hat was placed on the girls' heads, a moment later, accompanied by the Sorting Hat's loud shout, everyone understood what the Sorting Ceremony was all about.

Many young wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of the young wizards seemed a little unhappy.

among them.

The little wizard who had previously insisted on sharing a room with Veela looked the most disappointed.

"Mien Agvers!"

Another little wizard ran onto the stage.

After a while.

The boy was sorted into Gryffindor. One by one, the young wizards were called out and walked towards their respective houses amidst the shouts of the Sorting Hat.

"Aurora... Grindelwald!"

When Professor McGonagall called out that name.

In an instant.

The once noisy auditorium, filled with cheers and celebrations, suddenly fell silent—some were shocked, while others wore expressions of disbelief.

The somewhat bewildered young wizards whispered questions to those around them, and after a moment their faces turned ashen with fear.

"What!?"

Daphne, who was chatting with an acquaintance, was probably the palest of the young wizards. She watched in horror as the Germanic girl next to Ian calmly walked up to him.

at this time.

Other sounds around her could no longer reach Daphne's ears; she could only feel her brain buzzing and her once crystal-clear surroundings becoming blurry.

"I'm doomed!"

Recalling her earlier sarcastic remarks on the small boat, Daphne felt dizzy, but she found that her mind had become clearer.

"Our whole family is finished!"

Yes.

His thinking is really very clear.