Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 69 Laugh, fake smile, stiff smile
"First-year freshmen, please follow me, and you will be called to the front of your name later."

After sailing into this mysterious paradise by boat, all the little wizards felt novelty and awe of everything here.

Allen was the first in line. In front of him was a three-meter-high closed iron door with intricate patterns on it. It depicted the story of the four founders finding Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall turned around, and the door automatically opened to both sides, revealing the brilliance of golden lights.

Across the corridors, the dome shone with thunder and storms in a magical light, symbolizing the most dangerous days of wizarding.

Professor McGonagall walked to the center of the auditorium, lifted a shabby black wizard hat, and the light yellow parchment unfolded automatically in front of her.

"Mr. Alan Stuart, please come forward."

Allen tidied up his clothes, then strode up.

Through the Hogwarts library before, he probably figured out how the sorting hat works.

This is a hat that has been casted with [Prophecy], [Faction Detection], [Activation], and [Spiritual Communication].

It doesn't forcefully read the little wizard's will like the black magic's [Inspiriting], but the little wizard always 'actively' communicates with it in the chatter of the Sorting Hat.

They don't know the difference between [Spiritual Communication] and [Insomnia].

After the old hat fell on top of Allen's head, the folds of the hat automatically turned into a human face, instead of rambling as usual, it showed a philosopher thinking.

And this thought is 10 minutes.

Just when the students of the four colleges below were a little restless.

Dumbledore, who was sitting at the top, tapped the pure gold goblet and made a clear voice, "Students, please be quiet, I think this hat that is older than me is just taking a nap, please give it a little time for the old man from Hogwarts."

Allen didn't feel the movement of the Sorting Hat on his head, and felt a little uneasy. He might not be really Azkaban.

He whispered to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, you don't want me in Gryffindor, put a confusion spell on it, do you?"

Professor McGonagall gave Allen a hard look.

At this time, the Sorting Hat woke up like a dream, and it started rambling in Alan's mind, "Don't listen to Dumbledore's nonsense, even if he becomes a hanging portrait in the principal's office, I won't be demented."

Then he turned into a human face with a painful expression, "But you really make it difficult to choose a hat, even more difficult than the cat girl next to you."

Its voice became ethereal in Alan's mind like a magic wand, "O fate shrouded in mist, the blood moon guides the way ahead, and the red knight brought her king the coronation crown."

"Your noble blood, mind far superior to those of your peers, and calm balance of pros and cons make me think you should go to Slytherin."

"But your persistence in magic, exploring the essence, and pursuing the path of sublimation make me have to admit that you are a qualified Ravenclaw."

"Perhaps Hufflepuff may also be. You have a tenderness that is not inferior to others. Of course, it is only dedicated to those you love."

"It's really hard to decide."

"What about Gryffindor?" Allen communicated with the sorting hat in his mind, "Don't I look a little like Gryffindor?"

"Very little." The Sorting Hat said without hesitation, "You have a certain sense of justice, but it is based on your own safety. You like to explore the unknown, but you prefer to plan before you move. Gryffindor will not look forward and backward like you."

As expected, it has existed for thousands of years, and has gone through the alchemy of countless wizards. Allen has to admit that the Sorting Hat's analysis of his character is in place. The only doubt is the noble blood?
His parents are both Muggles, could it be that his ancestors were also rich?

Allen did not doubt the analysis of the sorting hat.

All little wizards, even if their parents are Muggles, have at least one wizard in their ancestors, but they all show recessive genes in the parents' generation, and show dominant genes in the child's generation.

This is one of the reasons why the pure blood theory prevails.

Of course, this seems stupid to Allen. After all, with the intermarriage of human beings, whose ancestors are not rich?

"That is the possibility of Gryffindor." Allen tried to communicate with the sorting hat.

"Indeed, but I think you should go to the other two colleges..."

"No, I should go to Gryffindor." Allen said firmly, it wasn't for Gryffindor that he couldn't pull out the sword.

As an alchemist, he has long coveted this self-growth Gryffindor sword, which is simply the growth artifact in Harry Potter.

"This..." The Sorting Hat was obviously shaken by Alan's will, but it still shook its head, "I don't feel the courage of Gryffindor in you, but the greed of Slytherin..."

After a moment, it froze.

Because Allen saw that the communication was invalid, his mind sank into his soul space.

Concentrated on the soul of the earth, the two titles of [Justice] and [Natural Gryffindor] bloomed with strong brilliance, enveloping his entire soul.

Connect with the Sorting Hat through [spiritual communication], since you want to see it, you can see enough.

The minds of countless people worked together on the hat, even the alchemy core of the Sorting Hat was slightly hot, it screamed, "It's not the greedy Slytherin, it's the righteous Gryffindor!"

This is the first time the Sorting Hat chooses a house, denying another house.

The tables of the four colleges were silent for a moment, and then the Gryffindor tables erupted into cheers of joy.

The Gryffindor cubs laughed loudly and cast defiant glances at the Slytherin table.

In contrast, all the Slytherins had a deep memory of Allen, the 'mudblood', with gloomy faces.

At the professors' dining table, Professor Flitwick sighed slightly and said to Snape beside him, "I remember the last time this hat was difficult to decide for so long, it happened to Minerva and me. I didn't expect so many years to pass."

"Now it seems that the hat is indeed a bit old. Maybe it's time to check the core again. Are you angry about a hat?"

Professor Flitwick looked at Snape worriedly, who was the head of Slytherin.

Snape's pale and strong fingers twirled the wand that lay between his palms, turned his head to look at Flitwick, and said with a half-smile, "How could that be?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, the smile on his face became sincere, "Perhaps, I should congratulate Professor McGonagall later, provided that she won't be sad about her college points, after all, she has gained a 'natural Gryffindor'!"

Allen took off the smoking sorting hat by himself and handed it to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, I will teach you a lot in the future."

The Sorting Hat said weakly to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, I did my best."

"But I can't blame me, who said he was a natural Gryffindor!"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face froze, maybe she really should cast a Confusion Charm.

At the teacher's desk, Isis Harrison watched all this with a smile on her veiled face.

(End of this chapter)