I recite the Analects of Confucius at Hogwarts

There is no class.

Hangis was a little nervous.

Half an hour ago, Mr. Hankton, the caretaker of Hogwarts, identified and registered the names of each of them one by one. Some of them were already on the list, while others, like Hangis, were not in Hogwarts. There are students on Gwartz's admission list who also have a chance of being admitted.

He noticed that most of the students who were on the list earlier passed the Hogwarts "assessment" easily and were taken directly to the other side to wait. The processing of students not on the list would be much slower. Hangis guessed that this was because the professors needed to investigate and determine their origins.

This made him couldn't help but lower his head and pat the non-existent dust and wrinkles on his clothes.

Hangis, who was born in Woodcroft, comes from an ordinary Muggle family. His father is a wizard and his mother is a Muggle. The family's economic environment is ordinary. The premature death of his parents has changed the living environment of little Hangis. This made things even worse. Even the wizard robe he wore was much shabbier than the robes of any of the young wizards present.

Do professors care?

He secretly guessed in his mind, while watching the number of little wizards around him decrease one by one, and being ordered to different places to wait. So far, every little wizard who has accepted the "assessment" in front of him has... opportunity to stay.

"Daisy Orpington"

As Hankton read out a name again, another girl stood up from the crowd. Hangis saw her nervously grasping the corner of her clothes and moving step by step in front of the three professors.

At the same moment when the girl's name rang out, Hangis clearly saw that one of the professors frowned, with obvious disappointment and resistance on his face, but another professor with a bright smile next to him told him:

"Don't forget our agreement, Salazar, you can choose the students you like, and we also have the right to keep the ones we want to keep."

Salazar curled his lips. There was a hint of impatience and displeasure in the man's eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just turned his head to the side and stopped looking at the girl.

"It seems like this little guy is mine." Rowena, who was always paying attention to the girl's behavior, said with a smile, ending the quarrel before it even started.

Due to the persecution of Muggles, there are not many pure-blood wizards, but Rowena bet that Salazar must remember the surnames of every pure-blood family, which is why he felt so excited when he heard the girl's name. Reason for disappointment.

But Rowena and Godric have no scruples in this regard. The two factors in selecting students are bravery and chivalry, and intelligence.The girl in front of her had a pale face and a pair of gray eyes that looked over timidly. She didn't look like she was brave or chivalrous.

"Maybe." He cast a grateful look at his friend. Godric really didn't want to quarrel with Salazar for this reason anymore. He chose to continue Rowena's words: "But before that, we We still need the Sorting Hat to make a judgment for us."

Just ten seconds later, the hat placed on the girl's head loudly gave the answer: "Ravenclaw"

Rowena then smiled.

Godric shrugged, "Well, Rowena, you're always right."

The next person whose name was read was an overly lively boy. Until he put on the hat, he grabbed the edge of the Sorting Hat and touched it curiously. This time, Salazar didn't even look at him. Hangis almost thought that the first student rejected by Hogwarts was about to appear, but the Sorting Hat said that this child belonged to Gryffindor.

Godric looked quite satisfied.

Then he heard his name rang out from the mouth of Mr. Hankton, the janitor.

"Hangis."

Low voices of discussion began to ring around, and Hanjis understood that they were wondering why among so many young wizards present, Hanjis was the only one without a surname.

He didn't know if this would have any impact on his "assessment", and he had no time to think about it now. He could only grit his teeth and muster up the courage to walk over.

Salazar lazily poured himself a cup of tea, as if he was not in charge of Hogwarts admissions, but enjoying his own afternoon tea. Rowena seemed a little unsure, but she still shook her head, Godric looked at the little wizard in front of him seriously. They looked at each other for a while, and Hangis could clearly see the disappointment in the other's eyes.

His heart sank, and the taste in his mouth became bitter.

None of the three wizards spoke, and Godric and Rowena seemed still hesitant.

Hanjis smiled reluctantly, prepared to formally thank you, and then left here.

"Your name is Hangis"

Hangis heard the sound and looked over. Not far away, a red-haired witch was rushing towards this direction. He remembered that this wizard seemed to be one of the professors at Hogwarts. His eyes moved away from the witch. He easily recognized that the young man next to the professor was a

The one who treated him to a delicious cake a week ago.

Reunion should have been a pleasant thing, but Hanjis was not in that mood at this moment. Facing Kong Yun's comforting smile, he could only nod reluctantly, and then turned his attention to the last one, who had the right. The professor who decided whether he could be kept.

Without disturbing the sorting ceremony at the moment, Kong Yun only smiled comfortingly at Hanjis as a greeting. After doing this, he calmly went to Della, who had arrived earlier than the Hogwarts gatekeeper. Coe was already waiting there.

"you know"

Kong Yun was stunned for a moment before he realized that Draco was referring to Hangis. Apparently, he had been caught by the junior Slytherin when he thought he was greeting him calmly just now.

It was actually a very common thing, but for some reason, combined with his friend's casual expression, Kong Yun always felt a subtle sense of guilt.

"I happened to meet him when I went out to buy ingredients a week ago." Kong Yun said that acquaintance with Hanjis was not a big deal, and there was nothing that couldn't be said. Therefore, while ignoring the inexplicable guilty feeling in his heart, Finally, he naturally told the details of that day.

"That's about it." After briefly talking about what happened that day, Kong Yun commented: "Apart from that strange name, Hangis is actually a pretty good person. I don't know if he will be left in Hogwarts."

Quickly finding the key points he wanted in the other party's words, the junior Slytherin raised his eyebrows, a little disbelieving: "So, you gave that bag of lemon cake to that guy, and I couldn't even taste it. Never tasted it”

"If you can, I think you can completely understand it as the price of abusing energy potions." Facing the angry accusations from his friends, the junior Hufflepuff said calmly: "After all, cake is not a nutritious thing. , in order to make up for the missing part of you, you’d better quit it for a while.”

Draco: ""

Apparently, the whole thing about the energy potion wasn't completely forgotten.

This made him rationally choose to change the subject: "You mean, his name is Hangis. I seem to have heard this name somewhere."

He was well aware of the intentions of the lower-grade Slytherin, but Kong Yun thought for a while and still didn't expose him, so he simply followed the topic: "He told me that he used to live in Woodcroft, But I was expelled by some Muggle prosecutors later, and I happened to hear about Hogwarts here, so I came to try my luck."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have heard this name somewhere before." He thought: "It should be before we met, that is to say at our Hogwarts. Hangis, Woodcroft's Han Guise”

The two looked at each other.

"I remember him." The memories of both of them were not bad. They had never thought of it before. It was entirely because there were so many people with the same name in the UK that they had never thought about it in that direction. Now that they recalled it, it became clear. stand up.

"Prefect Truman once mentioned him to me." In order to avoid being heard by others, Kong Yun deliberately lowered his voice and whispered: "He told me that he once had a relationship with the prefect of Ravenclaw for someone. He got into a fight and was imprisoned because the prefect of Ravenclaw insisted that the person should be from their house."

"The founder of Britain's only purely wizarding village, Hangis of Woodcroft."

At the same moment when the two were talking in low voices, the sorting ceremony for the suspected future founder of the wizarding village of Hogsmeade was still going on.

"Yes, Professor." Faced with Helga's inquiry, Hangis responded uneasily.

He didn't know if this was his last chance. Would the professor accept him? Some hope arose in his heart, but it quickly sank.

"Let's not talk about this for now, Helga." Rowena reminded: "I understand your good intentions, but this matter is not trivial after all. I hope you can be more cautious. Now, according to our agreement, you have to make your request Tell the hat to make the decision for you."

Because of the time divergence, Helga became the one who had not had time to "enter" his selection criteria to the Sorting Hat. Fortunately, the previous students were all sorted into Slytherin, Gryffindor and Raven. Among the three colleges of Crow, otherwise, there may be more people who need to be sorted for the second time.

Under everyone's nervous or curious eyes, Helga nodded slightly and walked towards the Sorting Hat that was placed on the stool.

"In the bottom of my heart, I have always had a wish." The red-haired witch looked up and smiled lightly at Hangis, who was left in a state of nervousness. Then she turned around and faced all the students present with a smile:

"I hope that all children of different nationalities, different ancestry, different skin colors, and different origins. Brave or cowardly, smart or stupid, ambitious or willing to be ordinary, can sit in the classrooms of Hogwarts, have equal opportunities, and receive education. s right."

Then she pointed at the Sorting Hat, raised her wand, and said calmly

“I would teach everyone and treat them all equally.”