Spell Players at Hogwarts

What is it like to be noticed by all the teachers and students of Hogwarts?

After the auditorium returned to silence, Lynch quickly stepped forward holding a colorful helmet to end this matter.

But even so, Lynch was still a little embarrassed.

So, is it really okay to be labeled Gryffindor before he is sorted into a house?

Sitting on the chair slightly uneasy, even the Sorting Hat...

Well, even though it had just gone through sorting, the condition of the Sorting Hat was still not much better, with wrinkles, dust and the smell of hair oil.

"Mr. Christopher, what are you waiting for?"

"I...it's nothing." Lynch smiled awkwardly at Professor McGonagall. After resisting the idea of ​​​​cleaning things up, Lynch shook his hat a little without Professor McGonagall. , and kept the hat on his head obediently.

"Hey, kid, you should have some respect for a thousand-year-old hat."

"Huh?" Lynch was confused, "Then you are still a hat?"

"Have you ever seen a thoughtful hat? Don't hide it. I know what's going on in your little head."

"Come on, boy, let me see. You get into trouble on the first day of school, wear armor and fight with the elves in the castle. Sure enough, your branch is..."

"Can you see my memories?" Lynch paused, "All of them?"

"Part of it." The shrill voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Lynch's ears, "Because I am in charge of the sorting, the thinking founder of Hogwarts gave me part of the Legilimency ability."

"So, it's not just memory, right?" Lynch recalled the discussion on the forum in his previous life against Legilimency. When faced with Legilimency, if he recalled the virtual scene, theoretically speaking, Legilimency's The first level of reading is the human subconscious and the images that appear in the mind.

"Boy, your thinking is too simple. If Legilimency is really so easy to solve, then isn't everyone a master in fighting Legilimency?"

"However, this is also a method, isn't it? Wizards should explore the spirit." Lynch said seriously, constantly recalling suitable pictures in his mind.

"Spring is here, everything is coming back to life in Hogwarts, and it's the season for hats to make friends..."

"Hey?"

The Sorting Hat listened to the gentle male voice in confusion, and then came hats of different shapes, hats from Paris Fashion Week, hats from ancient and modern times, at home and abroad!

"Are there still so many styles of hats in the world?"

After a while, Lynch heard the Sorting Hat's low voice asking.

Thousands of years ago, the Sorting Hat may have been considered trendy at that time, but there is no doubt that now, the style of the Sorting Hat can only be called a classic.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Do they have any ideas, I mean, there are a lot of hats like mine?"

"Maybe, you can, but it's not necessary." Lynch responded quickly, "However, if you are willing to teach me the method, I will be happy to help you find a good hat to accompany you."

"Where is that round hat with the red pendant on the top? I've never seen anything so strange... and on its head... are those peacock tail feathers and gems?"

"Gem?" Lynch paused, but the Sorting Hat's movements were more direct, and the scene in his memory was brought to Lynch's eyes.

"Ah, so you like this style." Lynch nodded, "This is indeed the most expensive one. Moreover, those decorations also have their own names. They are called wearing flower feathers on top, an oriental style."

At this point, Lynch couldn't help but smacked his lips. Although he didn't know how much this thing cost, it was related to antiques, plus accessories...

"I'm just curious, who would be interested in a bunch of mindless hats!"

The Sorting Hat spoke quickly, but to Lynch's surprise, the Sorting Hat's old voice suddenly changed into a cold and noble tone.

Lynch:? ? ?

"Hats are also gender-specific?"

Sorting Hat:…

"Can you hear clearly what they are saying?"

On the long Gryffindor table, George and Fred were beeping quietly. In fact, as time passed, Lynch had been talking to the Sorting Hat non-stop for at least 10 minutes. However, looking at their exchanges, Frequency, seems to have no intention of stopping?

"Can't hear clearly. Except for announcing the sorting, the Sorting Hat's communication is inaudible. It's not like you don't understand."

"I'm just curious." Fred said nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry. Lynch is obviously a Gryffindor. Does this still take so long to consider?"

The discussion in the auditorium became louder and louder, and Professor McGonagall's face became darker and darker.

"Okay, I'm almost done..."

"Can you change the voice to the one before? This voice is not very nice, and it is even a bit..." Listening to the reappearance of the drake voice in my ears, although the previous female voice did not match the hat, but...

"Stop being so fussy, kid!" the Sorting Hat refused unceremoniously, "It's time to sort them!"

"But you don't like it very much..."

"Shut up, kid, you have too many questions!" The Sorting Hat shouted loudly to stop Lynch from being curious about the baby's behavior. "You are very good at getting into trouble. To be honest, I should kick you to Gryffindor." Go, almost all the boys over there are like this."

"Ha, I think you're humiliating me."

"However, you also meet the requirements of Slytherin. I can see that you are a pure-blooded little wizard, but how can the seeds from Eastern Europe have such a thin body like yours?"

"Skinny, are you sure?" Lynch thought of the tall Marcus, who he could knock down with one punch.

"what?"

The doubtful voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Lynch's ears. Immediately afterwards, Lynch seemed to have entered an illusory space, and the surrounding sounds became extremely blurry.

However, this effect did not last long. After I knew what the Sorting Hat said, Lynch returned to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"Okay, boy, I already know where I should put you." The Sorting Hat said rather reluctantly, "Don't you think about Slytherin and Gryffindor?"

"Actually, I think Hufflepuff is more suitable for me." Lynch said seriously, "That's where Meadows came from."

"Hufflepuff? Okay, then it's decided." The tip of the Sorting Hat was raised high, and his voice spread throughout the hall.

"Ravenclaw!"

coax!

There was an uproar, especially at the Gryffindor table, where the twins jumped up and openly questioned the fairness of the Sorting Hat.

Ravenclaw?

Isn't that the only girls' house at Hogwarts?

"That's not fair, Lynch is obviously a Gryffindor!"

Charlie said angrily, he didn't like this kind of slap in the face at all.

At the Slytherin table on the far left, Flinda also listened to the sorting results in disbelief.

If I were transferred to another hospital now, Ravenclaw wouldn't have anything difficult to accept, right?

Looking at the class enemies at the Ravenclaw table, Flinda felt that she was under great pressure.

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief. If this was also a Hufflepuff, then Hufflepuff might have no chance of winning the Academy Cup.

Slytherin finally started at a disadvantage, and Gryffindor had no competitiveness. Now, Ravenclaw can basically exclude itself from the ranks of competitors.

So isn't Hufflepuff...

On the other hand, the prefect Robert's eyes lit up. He didn't care about anything that was beyond human intelligence. He looked at Lynch wearing armor and holding a long sword. Then there must be nothing wrong with his body, right?

Maybe the Ravenclaw Quidditch team can be salvaged this year?

Two families are happy and two are sad. Originally, Lynch thought that the Sorting Hat was planning to sort him into Hufflepuff... By the way, couldn't he decide the sorting by himself?

The little wizard's opinion really doesn't matter?

What's this?This is contempt for human rights!Where is I, the Great Human Rights Champion of Hogwarts?

"Isn't it Hufflepuff?" Lynch gritted his teeth and said, but the Sorting Hat had already been picked up by Professor McGonagall, and vaguely, the female voice that had only been heard once rang out.

"Helga wouldn't want a little brat like you!"

"what?"

Lynch scratched his hair. Was he disliked by Hufflepuff?

No way, right?Isn't there really someone who can't get into Hufflepuff Academy?

"What are you waiting for?" Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief quietly. If this bastard also entered Gryffindor, then Gryffindor would be too miserable in the past two years.

If I were more strict and restrained those little lions, wouldn't I... I would have to supervise Charlie when I go back. Gryffindor House has not won the Quidditch championship in five years. This is simply unreasonable. Dare to imagine things.

It’s really getting worse every time!

"I'm leaving now." Lynch ran two steps quickly, although he couldn't hold Cedric all the time... Oh yes, he and he were not in the same grade, so it seemed he couldn't hold him all the time.

Then it will be fine.

Ah, the gentle land of Ravenclaw.

Look at the various girls making way in the middle...

Well, it’s not all good.

After all, for a face-blind person, just remembering people's names is already very difficult, right?

"Interesting!" Dumbledore happily watched Lynch take his seat. As the grandson of his old friend, Lynch's performance was unusual, but he was quite energetic, wasn't he?

Although he was confused about how Lynch woke up from the violent nothingness, now it seemed that at least there was no need to worry so much that this kid would fall into confusion again.

At least not in the short term.

This can be regarded as an explanation to one's old friends. There are fewer and fewer old people left from the past era.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than to see the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Of course, although we have experienced some hiccups, after seeing so many new faces joining Hogwarts, I think, We need some applause, don’t we?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire auditorium burst into warm applause, whether it was a newly enrolled young wizard or an experienced wizard who had been teaching for more than a year.

At Hogwarts, Principal Dumbledore is... a god forever!

"Ha!" Professor McGonagall returned to the staff chair and sneered. What would the expressions of these children be like if these little wizards who loved him knew that their principal was actually just an old guy who fished for fish every day?

But on the surface, Professor McGonagall still applauded very reservedly. On the other hand, a certain Slytherin dean, with his perfunctory attitude, still wanted to compete with himself?

snort!The next headmaster of Hogwarts is destined to be named McGonagall!

The applause lasted for five seconds, and everyone stopped again as Dumbledore pressed his palm down.

Damn execution.

Lynch put down the clinking iron hand. Although he had already eaten, Lynch still didn't mind tasting some more delicious strawberry pudding.

Duoduo's craftsmanship is much cheaper than what is sold on the street. So, can I restore the delicious food in my memory?

If the toxicity in dragon blood can be neutralized, then it is not impossible to buy a pound of dragon liver and try it.

Dumbledore's speech was not over yet.

"Well, I think everyone can't wait, but before the banquet starts, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw! "Thank you everyone!"

Dumbledore sat down, and everyone burst into applause. A suitable principal will always know what his students need, instead of giving a long speech at the beginning of school.

Will anyone really listen to what the principal says?

No, no, no?

There can't really be anyone who's so... righteous, right?

As Dumbledore clapped his hands, the originally empty dinner plate was immediately filled with a dazzling array of food. If you observe carefully, potatoes account for almost 80.00% of most dishes.

Therefore, potatoes themselves can completely represent Britain. Does anyone object to this statement?

Of course, the way the dishes appear is still very magical, as if Dumbledore conjured it up out of thin air. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, a little wizard unfamiliar with magic would probably believe it.

I still remember that there was a poor wild mage who used the transformation spell to conjure a delicious meal for himself. Of course, we found a lot of sawdust in his stomach afterwards.

So, why did a master who was proficient in the art of transfiguration end up like this?

Lynch was very confused.

"Eat quickly, junior Lin Qi. You don't mind if your sister calls you that, right?"

Just when Lynch was stunned, the Ravenclaw girl sitting next to Lynch kindly reminded him.

"Oh, of course, no problem." Lynch smiled, and then took off his iron gloves with some difficulty.

This stuff is really hot.

"The breeze blows."

The cool breeze carried away the excess heat around Lynch.

"Thank you, senior. I don't know your name yet."

"Aren't you shy, little brother?" The girl was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed.

"Meet Penelo Crevat, third year Ravenclaw."