Spell Players at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Great Hall, this is probably the most magnificent place that any little wizard has ever seen in his life.

The accumulation of 1000 years of time has given Hogwarts Castle a sufficient sense of heaviness. At this time, students from the four houses have already prepared, and thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminate the restaurant.

Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets.

Correspondingly, the sky above the dome is filled with stars, as if you are under the stars in the wilderness.

There is another long table on the upper stage of the auditorium, which is the teacher's seat.

Professor McGonagall took the first years there and asked them to line up in a row facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and the hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.

Ghosts also shone dimly among the students.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then Professor McGonagall placed a pointed wizard's hat on the stool.

The wizard hat was covered with patches, but perhaps because it had been too long, the gradually assimilating color also blurred the gaps in the patches.

The wrinkles on the hat seem to be like a long human face, combined with the dust accumulated in daily life...

"You don't want us to wear that thing, do you?"

Among the first-year students, a yellow-skinned girl reflexively covered her mouth. If you didn't know better, some people would believe it if they said the hat had just been taken out from the back of the warehouse.

"Probably so, Qiu."

Marietta, who had just entered puberty, responded to Qiu's question in a low voice. Apparently, young girls were somewhat resistant to the Sorting Hat.

However, no one answered the two girls' questions.

There was silence in the auditorium, everyone was staring at the hat that would go unnoticed if it fell to the ground.

Then the hat twisted.

There was a wide slit in the brim of the hat, which looked like a mouth.

The hat started to sing: You may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge a book by its appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny, and your top silk hat smooth and crisp. I am the magic hat used for testing at Hogwarts, so naturally I am superior to your hat.No thought hidden in your mind can escape the magic hat's golden eyes. Put it on and try it, and I will tell you which college you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried deep in the heart, and their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding; you may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, and Hufflepuff's Students are persevering and honest, not afraid of hard work; if you are smart, you may enter the wise Ravenclaw, where wise and knowledgeable people will always meet their colleagues; perhaps you will enter Slytherin, You may make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use any means to achieve their goals.

Come and wear me! Don't be afraid!Don't panic!In my hands (although I don't even have a hand) you are absolutely safe because I am a thinking magic hat!

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

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the branch." Professor McGonagall frowned and browsed the parchment in his hand. The little bastard who came was indeed not in the team.

"So...Hannah..." Professor McGonagall rubbed her eyes in confusion. Sure enough, she was pissed off by those two brats, right?

"Ola Quirk!"

A little witch with short brown hair seemed to be taken aback, but perhaps it was the unpleasant song played by the Sorting Hat that dispelled some of the little witch's doubts. The girl took two trots and came to the front of the seat.

"Relax, little girl."

The Sorting Hat said with a wink, and slowly some dust fell off the wrinkled cloth. Then Professor McGonagall didn't clean it up, and pressed it on Ola's head.

"Wow, I'm very courageous, and I also have some little thoughts. Although I arranged them in my mind, I hid them very well."

Ola:? ? ?

"Ha, I think I know where you should be."

"Ravenclaw!"

With the announcement of the Sorting Hat, a table near the left side of the central aisle burst into applause. Of course, if anyone observes carefully, the 70.00% female ratio means that Ravenclaw's applause is definitely not warm.

Probably... same-sex repulsion?

"Next, Qiu Zhang!"

……

"Ravenclaw!"

Warm but definitely not enthusiastic applause broke out again.

"Next, Marietta Ikemo."

……

"Ravenclaw!"

"Next up is Sarah Knott."

……

"Ravenclaw!"

Achievement achieved, Ravenclaw kills four times in a row!

Sitting in front of the Ravenclaw table, Prefect Robert's face became increasingly gray.

These new little witches were at odds with him, a prefect who was two years shy of graduation, but...why were there so many girls in this batch?

What about the Ravenclaw Quidditch team? Do you really want to lead a team of girls yourself?

The subsequent sorting also made Robert deeply feel the malice of the Sorting Hat.

Two very tall boys were sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat without hesitation.

Well, I come from a family that doesn't look very smart from the outside. This really doesn't meet Ravenclaw's admission standards, but the few bastards next to it were evenly divided between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. What the hell again?

"Memi Alcott."

……

"Ravenclaw!"

Robert: ...

Well, this one is at least cute and looks pretty good.

With the passage of time, the originally sparse (69 people) freshman team also reached the last position.

In fact, with the decrease in the number of people, Professor McGonagall has significantly slowed down the roll call, but the door of the auditorium remains unchanged, and the new students at Hogwarts...

Watching the names being called one by one, as the last girl took her seat in Ravenclaw, Prefect Robert's smile became extremely bitter.

He looked at Charlie at the Gryffindor table. Charlie's thick arms were definitely good at playing Quidditch, but... he really just wanted a boy.

But why hasn't Professor McGonagall left yet?

Isn’t the sorting over?

Everyone looked at the Transfiguration professor, and Dumbledore, who had been sitting in his chair, also sat up straight.

"Looks like we might need a little help."