Hogwarts founder returns to campus

While Salazar was thinking, the Sorting Hat had finished its singing and fell silent again.

Mag held a roll of parchment in his hand and said, "Now the sorting ceremony begins. Whoever's name I call will come forward and sit on the stool."

"I thought there was really a test!" Hermione said with regret in her tone, "It's a pity that I memorized "History of Magic" and "Hogwarts: A School History" along the way!"

"My mom, too, told me the sorting test was scary!" Cassandra echoed.

"Hannah Abbott!" cried Professor McGonagall.

"Excuse me, thank you!" A little girl with blond double braids stumbled forward from behind the line, quickly ran to the four-corner stool and sat down, carefully putting on the sorting hat.

Moments later, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

As the sorting ceremony progressed, fewer and fewer new students were waiting for sorting. Justin and Hermione sat on the four-corner stools one after another. The former entered Hufflepuff, and the latter entered Gryffindor.

When Hermione looked at Cassandra with reluctant eyes, McGonagall finally called out her name: "Cassandra Scamander."

The students at the long table in the auditorium began to whisper.

"The Scamanders?"

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

"Yes! That's Scamander."

"I'm leaving!" Cassandra waved at Salazar.

After Cassandra put on the Sorting Hat, her lips began to open and close continuously. It seemed that she believed Salazar's words and wanted to influence the choice of the Sorting Hat by her own will.

The sorting hat stayed on her head for almost 5 minutes before finally shouting: "Hufflepuff!"

"Salazar Kolber."

Hearing his name, Salazar slowly stepped forward and put on the tattered sorting hat.There was no smell in the Sorting Hat, and although it looked broken, at least the Descaling Charm was still working.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally Salazar finally heard a small voice whispering in his mind: "That... can you please free your brain and let me see you?"

"The Sorting Hat, why did you become like this?" Salazar asked back.

"Who are you?" The small voice was a bit strange, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know that you were spliced ​​back together?"

After a long silence, a small voice said: "I don't know, I lack part of my memory, I can only still perform my duties..."

"Are you sure you are performing your duties? Slytherin has never paid attention to bloodlines, and I will not add such a screening condition!" Salazar let go of his brain, and instilled part of the memory into the sorting hat.

"Are you Slytherin? Are you Salazar Slytherin?" The tiny voice of the Sorting Hat became clearer, and it seemed that a little excitement could still be heard.

"Now, I need to read your memory, don't resist." Salazar was noncommittal, and he began to use his magic power with all his strength.

Bit by bit, the broken pictures were pieced together, but it was still incomplete.

A bald old wizard, with a sword, a crown, a golden cup, and even his best student, his whole body was entangled in blood-colored spells, his figure was constantly elongated, and scales were constantly emerging from his body...

In the end, the flames flooded the entire memory, only a booklet with a black and yellow cover slowly fell, and the picture dimmed.

"Got any idea?" the Sorting Hat asked.

"It's so broken, I can't understand it, at least it has something to do with them." Salazar sighed, thinking about the color of the last cover of the picture, "Let me go to Hufflepuff, maybe I can find the answer there .”

"As you wish." A loud voice echoed throughout the hall: "Hufflepuff!"

Guided by the applause, Salazar walked to the long table that belonged to Hufflepuff, and Cassandra had reserved a place for him.

"You have been here for a long time, do you know?" Cassandra's tone was very happy, "Did the Sorting Hat want you to go to other colleges, and then you and him kept arguing? I was like this just now, it Always wanted me to go to Ravenclaw, then said I could go to Gryffindor, if I hadn't insisted on being in Hufflepuff, I was afraid it would call out Slytherin!"

Salazar lacked interest. He was constantly sorting out the memories belonging to the Sorting Hat, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't piece together a complete event from this large piece of broken memory.

The sorting ceremony was still going on, and the boy named Harry Potter attracted the attention of most of the college people. In their whispers, Harry Potter belonged to Gryffindor.

Dumbledore's speech ended, and the food that suddenly appeared on the long table finally dispelled Salazar's haze. Looking at the rich variety of food, he decided to throw away the shackles of the past, enjoy this period of college time, and do something for the passing millennium. The last memorial.

Those ghosts suddenly broke into the auditorium again, and Cassandra introduced the ownership of these ghosts beside Salazar.

The ghost that belongs to Hufflepuff is the ghost wearing a large monk's robe that I met at the beginning. He has a good personality. Although the students call him the fat monk but not his name, he still greets the students cheerfully.

Salazar, who was in a relaxed mood, enjoyed the entire banquet. The food contained some of the essence of Helga's taste, which should have been cooked using the food spell she left behind.

When the dinner was over and all the food and tableware disappeared, the auditorium slowly returned to silence from the hustle and bustle. Dumbledore stood up and said: "I think everyone is full, so I will make a final announcement. One Attention freshmen, students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on campus. Some of our senior students should also remember this well.”

"Understood! The Forbidden Forest must be visited!" Cassandra said.

Sarah looked at her, and she took a quill to record on the parchment. The topic turned out to be: Things that must be done when coming to Hogwarts.

She writes now: First, the Forbidden Forest is an interesting place, where all kinds of creatures live, including but not limited to magical animals. We must strive to enter once in the first school year.

As Dumbledore continued to announce the precautions, Cassandra had a few more items on her must-do list: the second, find a way to enter the Quidditch team in the first year; the third, on the premise of ensuring sufficient safety , enter the right corridor on the fourth floor.

The little girl named Hannah who was the first to perform the sorting also saw Cassandra's notes, and was explaining to her with a blushing face: "This can't be the case! Principal Dumbledore said that you can't go to these places! You are rushing like this It would be easy to get fired!"