A sharp Hogwarts

Dalia felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and all kinds of strange thoughts couldn't stop coming out, but the strange thing was that she still walked into the queue.

She and Hermione walked side by side in a row, with Harry and Ron behind them, as they exited the room, crossed the hall, and passed through double doors into the grand Great Hall.

"Oooh-"

Everyone couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.

Even Dalia temporarily put aside the anxiety in her mind and looked around.

Dalia had never imagined that the real Hogwarts Great Hall could be such a magical, wonderful and magnificent place.

This is a wonderful gorgeousness that cannot be presented in industrial movies. The magic stream slowly flows down from the college flags on the walls on both sides.

Students from other grades of the school were sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminated the auditorium.

Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets.There is another long table on the stage at the top of the auditorium, which is where the teachers sit.Professor McGonagall took the first years over there and lined them up facing all the senior students, 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.Dalia looked up and saw stars twinkling on the velvet-black ceiling.

It's hard to believe that there really is a ceiling up there, and it's also hard to believe that this auditorium is not open-air.

She heard Hermione whisper next to her: "Oh, this place has been enchanted and looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts: A History of the School"."

"Cough hum-"

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and Dalia quickly withdrew her gaze.

On the stool lies a pointed wizard's hat.The hat is patched, very worn, and extremely dirty - is this the hat spirit with thousands of years of experience?

Dalia stared at the Sorting Hat, waiting for it to start singing and introducing the four houses. She felt that the answer to her doubts could be found in the singing.

Sure enough, the hat twisted and cracked a wide slit, like a mouth - and then the hat began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty,

“But never judge a book by its cover;

"If you could find a prettier hat than mine,

“I could eat myself.

"I am the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts,

"Any thought hidden in your mind,

"No one can escape the golden eyes of the Sorting Hat,

"Come put it on me and try it on, and I'll tell you,

"Which college should you be assigned to?"

……

Well, as of now, everything seems to be under Dalia's control.

Then, everything started to go wrong.

……

The Sorting Hat shivered, and a spicy, hot breath spread along the folds of the hat's brim.

Draco Malfoy, who was standing at the front, couldn't help but sneeze, while Ron behind Dalia took a breath of enjoyment.

On the four-legged stool, the Sorting Hat's singing suddenly became high-pitched and excited.

"Maybe you belong in Gryffindor,"

"There's a fiery energy contained in chili peppers,"

"They are spirits of fire, the flames that dance in the dishes and bloom on the tongue,"

"Gryffindor-nothing is too spicy;"

Eh? !

Is this Sorting Hat broken? !

Dalia blinked, feeling like she was hallucinating.

What, what kind of elf, flame cuisine, and also... not spicy at all? !

She looked around, seeing the hanging magic candles, the four-color college flag with the main pattern of lion, badger, eagle and snake...

This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right?

Did you make a mistake? !

……

On the other side, the Sorting Hat's song continued to sing happily.

The heat in the air was instantly swept away, turning into a sweet and rich aroma of bread.

"You might be a Hufflepuff,"

"Every grain of dust there carries sweetness and satiety,"

"Hufflepuffs are the messengers of earth,"

“On the loess, food is the sky;”

Then, the delicious fragrance that makes people salivate gradually emerges.

It smells like a feast of kelp, abalone, pig's trotters, and other exquisite stews.

Different from the mixed and chaotic scent, each fragrance seems to have its own area, distinct and dazzling.

"If you are ignorant,"

"Perhaps a visit to exquisite Ravenclaw,"

"Those who pursue the ultimate fragrance,

“You’ll always meet like-minded masters of taste there;”

Gollum—

Dalia heard the sounds of swallowing starting from the queue.

In fact, she felt her stomach growling too - those snacks on the train seemed to have been a day ago.

The Sorting Hat's song still continues.

A biting chill came over me, and the unique pure smell of sashimi quickly replaced the previous delicious aroma.

Immediately afterwards, the rich aroma of the matsutake mushrooms wafted out after being roasted.

And then there’s the raw and wild ruggedness of medium-rare beef…

"Of course, you could also end up in Slytherin,"

"Feel the purest nature here,"

"But wizards who crave top-notch ingredients may do whatever it takes to

"To achieve their goals."

"Come and wear me! Don't be afraid!"

"Don't panic!"

"Now just take a bite,"

"I will know which college you belong to."

"Because I am a thinking magic hat!"

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the entire auditorium burst into applause.

It bowed to each of the four dining tables and then stood still.

"A light bite?!" Dalia repeated in a low voice, looking around with a strange expression.

Whether the hat bites it or she bites the thousand-year-old magic hat, it doesn't seem to be a pleasant thing.

Of course, what confused Dalia even more was the content of the Sorting Hat's song just now and the ever-changing smell in the air just now.

However, except for Hermione who was standing next to her, most of the freshmen in the queue obviously didn't care about this and were whispering to each other excitedly.

"It looks like we just need to put on this hat." Ron whispered to Harry, "I'm going to kill Fred. He said it like he was going to fight a troll."

"Isn't it a little too hasty to sort into groups based on taste preference..."

Dalia couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, "Instead of doing this, why don't we just draw lots and decide?"

Although some of the "personality test" branches in the original book are not very reliable, compared to this...

what is this?

Hogwarts on the tip of your tongue? !

"Oh, this is no joke - this is important."

Hearing Dalia's complaint, a round-faced boy holding a toad in front of her turned around and explained seriously.

"I heard from grandma that there are great differences between different colleges. If there were no separate colleges, everyone might have to duel before going to bed every day."

"Well - that's true."

Dalia raised her eyebrows, thought for a few seconds and then nodded strangely.

Think about it carefully, if you divide the sweet ones and the salty ones together, and those who eat coriander and those who don’t eat coriander are divided together...

That picture... is indeed a bit too beautiful.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for sorting."

She unfolded the list in her hand and cleared her throat.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue, the brim of her hat just covering her eyes.

She sat down, the sorting hat seemed to twist, and there was a moment of pause——

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

The table on the right applauds Hannah and welcomes her to their table.

Dalia noticed that the ghosts from various colleges were also floating around and applauding.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat shouted again.Susan quickly ran over to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time the second table on the left clapped their hands.When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaws stood up to shake his hand.

Mandy Broghe was also sorted into Ravenclaw, and Lavender Brown became the first new student in Gryffindor. The table farthest to the left immediately burst into cheers.

"Are you nervous, Harry? Relax, you've got the talent—"

Dalia turned her head, glanced at Harry and Ron, whose faces were slightly pale, and whispered comfort.

"It will be a while before you are here. Now take a deep breath and rest for a while. As for Ron, you are probably in the last few positions..."

"Hey, how do you know the order? Have you read the list of freshmen in advance?"

Before Ron could speak, Hermione, who was standing on Dalia's right side, questioned in a low voice with a suspicious look on her face.

"Last name, 26 letters. Very simple rule - you should be here soon."

Dahlia glanced at Hermione and pursed her lips towards the four-corner stool in front of her.

"Just now it was Justin Finch-Fletchley, F, now it's Seamus Finnegan, and after F it should be 'G'."

"Oh? Really, are you sure? Then why-"

Hermione raised her eyebrows high, obviously not agreeing with this.

But before she could finish what she said, Professor McGonagall called her. .

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put her hat on her head.

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a while, seeming to be discussing something quietly with her.

After about 1 minutes.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.Ron snorted.

At this moment, Dalia was stunned. She suddenly thought of what Hermione had not finished saying just now!

The list of new students at Hogwarts is sorted by last name. Judging from the current situation, almost everyone is in the correct order.

Apart from……

Dalia took a deep breath, and her originally relaxed expression gradually became serious.

"It seems that it's not so easy to get into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—"

Dursley's initials is "D"!