Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Travis and Draco didn't deliberately lower their voices when talking, so almost everyone heard the conversation between them.

Many people were relieved to hear that the sorting ceremony was just about wearing a hat.

Ron was a little annoyed.

"Damn, that guy Fred lied to me again," Ron said through gritted teeth, "Maybe I should have thought of it earlier, George, they like to play tricks on people."

"Can't you even tell them apart?" Harry asked curiously after heaving a sigh of relief.

"I could tell them apart before, but then they often swapped identities to play tricks on us."

Harry and Ron were talking quietly, but they were relatively close to Travis, so Travis could still hear the conversation.

Travis heard it, and so did Draco.

Draco looked at Ron with disdain on his face, but when he saw Harry next to Ron, especially Harry's forehead, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at what kind of conversation he had started with Hermione. Travis, whose hat looked better, walked over to Harry.

The next scene made Travis feel like he had seen him before. Draco stretched out his hand to Harry and said the same words as when he met him. This made Travis wonder if Draco had come before I specially wrote the lines but only wrote one copy.

Of course, Draco's condescending attitude successfully aroused Harry's disgust, but I don't know if it was for Travis's sake. Although Harry's face was obviously conflicted, he still shook Draco's hand. Branch's hand.

He only held it briefly and let go almost as soon as he touched it.

Draco's face suddenly fell, but just when he was about to say something, a commotion accompanied by screams interrupted his accumulation of energy.

I saw pearly white translucent ghosts suddenly emerge from a wall. They floated forward and talked as if no one was around. Until they were about to pass through the opposite wall, one of the ghosts wearing a wheel-shaped ruffled tights appeared. Notice the people in the room.

"What are you doing here?"

No one answered. The timid ones all turned pale and moved closer to the people around them, while the bold ones looked at them curiously.

And Travis was wondering if he could dissect the ghost and study its body structure. It would be better if he could also test whether lightning has a restraining effect on the ghost.

"They should be waiting for the new students from the branch."

A ghost that looked like a monk said.

"I hope you can be sorted into Hufflepuff House. I used to be a Hufflepuff."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall came back. The ghosts greeted Professor McGonagall politely and then walked through the wall without knowing what to do.

"Now, get in line and follow me."

Professor McGonagall said.

The little wizards took action one after another, forming lines according to their distance from the door.

Since Travis entered the room at the back, now when he leaves, he stands closer to the front.

Harry, on the other hand, was one of the first to enter the room, but he ran to the wall after entering, and now he was in the middle of the group when he left.

They walked out of the room and passed through the foyer. After passing through a double door, they came to a luxurious auditorium.

Four long tables side by side lead from one end to the other end of the auditorium, and each long table is full of students.

Thousands of candles floated over the auditorium, bringing light and warmth to the auditorium.Not only the warmth in temperature, but the light and dancing flames of the burning candle itself can bring people a warm and reassuring feeling, which is something that electric lights cannot do.

At the end of the four long tables arranged vertically was another long table arranged horizontally. That long table was relatively smaller and was the table for professors. Travis saw Dumbledore sitting in the middle. .

Travis glanced at it and immediately averted his eyes. He didn't want to meet the legendary master of Legilimency, even though he was prepared for it.

The value of preparation does not lie in its effectiveness. For example, if you open a store and install surveillance cameras, who wants to see thieves coming to the store from the surveillance cameras all day long?

Follow Professor McGonagall along the middle passage to the front of the professor's chair. Professor McGonagall asked them to line up in a row and face the "audience".

Travis found it very interesting, because usually the audience at this time were people in the professor's chair, but at Hogwarts, the audience was senior students. The professor's chair was behind them, and those professors could only See their backs.

"Have you seen the starry sky above us? It is actually a enchanted ceiling, not a real starry sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A School History and you should have read it too, right?"

Hermione asked nervously, unable to find anything to say.

Travis shook his head: "No, I'm only interested in magic spells, not history. I'll read it carefully later. I'm very interested in the magic on my head."

As he was talking, Professor McGonagall held a stool and placed it in front of the freshmen. It was right in the middle of the four long tables, and the students on each long table could clearly see it.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall placed a pointed wizard hat that was worn, old, covered in pudding and even made it feel a little greasy on the stool.

There was silence in the auditorium, everyone was staring at the hat, including Travis.

After a few seconds, the hat moved, twisting its body, if that could be called a body, and cracking a slit that looked a lot like a mouth.

Then there was a small bump above the mouth, and two more parts were sunken into it, which looked a lot like a nose and eyes.

Then it sang:

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance.

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the Sorting Hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Into wise old Ravenclaw, perhaps,

Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Make sincere friends here,

But those cunning and insidious will stop at nothing,

to achieve their goals.

Come wear me, 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 magic hat