Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

As soon as Amon finished speaking, he saw the cloaked man suddenly making a movement to get up quickly.

But before the cloaked man could leave the sofa, his movements suddenly stopped.

Amon straightened the monocle on his right eye and smiled without changing his expression:

"Now that I have said it, do you think you will have a chance to resist?"

Of course, the cloaked man could no longer hear these words.

The reason why Amon had done so much analysis just now was to attract his attention in order to find a way to bypass the magic cloak's defense.

But I don’t know which alchemy master this cloak was made by. Not only can it resist Legilimency to a certain extent, it also has a certain resistance to other magic spells. In the end, Amon didn’t find any good way and could only choose to force it. breakthrough.

"Then it's time to reveal the mystery." Amon clapped his hands.

Immediately, a gust of wind blew past, blowing off the cloaked man's hood, revealing his true face underneath - a man with a dull expression and a weathered face.

Amon chuckled lightly, raised his hand and pressed the monocle made of crystal, and his appearance was reflected in the monocle.

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Hogwarts Hall.

At this moment, all the teachers and students of the school are gathered here, waiting for a new batch of little wizards to join their big family.

However, the faces of three of them were not so pretty.

"Oh, I bet that guy will be sorted into Slytherin. The annoying feeling in her is exactly the same as theirs!" Ron stared at a certain blond figure in the crowd and gritted his teeth fiercely. said.

Hearing this, Harry, who was sitting next to him, nodded with deep understanding.

"Ron, I don't think anyone would bet you, because it's so obvious." Hermione said gloomily.

"What are you talking about?" At this time, a weak voice came from the side.

"Neville." Hermione was about to explain.

But at this moment, a loud voice overcame the noise in the auditorium:

"Quiet!"

"Start the sorting ceremony now!"

Several people immediately stopped their desire to speak, subconsciously sat upright and looked towards the front of the auditorium.

There, Professor McGonagall has placed the Sorting Hat.

Then she glanced around the auditorium, which suddenly became quiet, and gave the stage to the Sorting Hat.

"Long ago I was a new hat,

That's because Hogwarts hasn't been built yet.

The four founders of Noble Academy,

Thought they would never part ways.

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After the Sorting Hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall stepped forward again and said to the first-year students:

"When I call your name, come forward and I will put the sorting hat on your head and assign the house for you."

According to the normal procedure, she will read the name of the first new student.

But before she could unfold the parchment with the names of the new students this time, a discordant voice suddenly sounded from the crowd:

"What a dirty hat!"

"Should our future be determined by such a broken hat?"

As she spoke, Cassandra walked out of the queue of freshmen without any concealment, crossed her arms over her chest, and stood in front of Professor McGonagall, who raised her head in astonishment and frowned.

For a moment, the eyes of all the teachers and students present were focused on this beautiful and proud figure.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the guest chair, couldn't help but cast his eyes away - today he rushed back to Hogwarts for the opening ceremony.

Facing everyone's shocked or angry looks, Cassandra repeated her point of view with a mocking look on her face:

"The great Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually conducts such a hasty sorting ceremony. Isn't this really a boring game?"

"The sorting ceremony is very important, because now that you are here, your house is your home in Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall turned pale, clenched her fists, and said slightly trembling.

"Home?" Kassandra sneered, "I didn't come to Hogwarts to play funny imitation games."

"Could it be that the educational philosophy of Hogwarts is to care for young wizards like little eagles waiting for food, and then when they graduate, push them off the cliff so that they are unprepared to face the violent winds of the magical society? Showers?"

"No!" Cassandra's tone suddenly became high, blocking Professor McGonagall's retort in her mouth.

She raised her hands and elegantly rotated her body to face the long tables around her, like a speaker, her voice seemed to have been cast by an amplifying spell and spread throughout the auditorium:

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest! Magic is power! We, the new generation, are the future helmsmen of the magical society!"

"Therefore, now we must enrich our wings and sharpen our minions!"

"Wizards are not all created equal! Some people are smarter and more talented. Giving the smart people a perspective of the times, and giving the talented people powerful qualifications, this is the meaning of the existence of Hogwarts!"

"Because you pity the lower wizards, and mix them with the higher wizards through the sorting ceremony, how unfair this is to the higher wizards. After all, they deserve better resources in the competition of the same kind. Grow faster and stronger!”

"Enough!" A huge roar like a lion's roar suddenly interrupted Cassandra's passionate speech.

Cassandra calmly lowered her hands and looked back.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall was as angry as a lioness, and her terrifying power made all the little wizards tremble.

"Now! Now! Now! Put the Sorting Hat on me!"

Cassandra remained motionless, looking at her as quietly as a stone sculpture.

In the blink of an eye, a pin drop could be heard in the huge auditorium.

"Hey! I like that girl!" A tall senior wizard at the Slytherin table couldn't help but said to his friends around him.

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Cassandra, as if he wanted to eat her.

"Oh, Graham, I admit that the girl is very charming, but she may not be sorted into Slytherin yet."

When the wizard named Graham heard this, he turned his head and looked at his friend in surprise and said:

"What are you talking about? If the Sorting Hat doesn't sort her into Slytherin, then there will be no Slytherin in the world!"

Sure enough, the next second, the Sorting Hat said:

"Oh, Minerva, I guess it doesn't need to be that complicated."

After saying that, it said to Cassandra:

"As rude as you little guy is, it is my duty to sort you into houses, unless one day Hogwarts decides to change the way the four houses are allocated."

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"SLYTHERIN! (Slytherin)"

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