Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

"Let me think about it?" DeWitt repeated it in his mind. He couldn't help but recall that in a state of "peace and tranquility", the memory started to flow backwards from now on, and then what Dumbledore said was " Memories are not read like a book."

"Are you inducing me?" Memories cannot be read like a book, so what if the book moves on its own?DeWitt closed his eyes and cleared away his distracting thoughts with a calmness as close to death. He felt that he had grasped the intention of the Sorting Hat, and immediately asked: "Your mind reading can only read the current thoughts, so you want to induce me to recall My experience?"

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the result is doomed to failure. "Peace of mind and tranquility" will not block thinking, nor will it stop thinking. The reason why this spell can compete with spells that control the mind is that in addition to keeping the mind clear, it can control one's thoughts and eliminate external thoughts. interference.

Now, DeWitt's memories only went back to when he entered the auditorium and ended abruptly. He refused to recall any further, and when he was about to further question the Sorting Hat's true intentions, the Sorting Hat stopped communicating with him and directly announced loudly:

"Gryffindor!"

The situation is stronger than the person. It is useless for DeWitt to be dissatisfied with the process. He must suppress his anger in his heart and swallow his anger for the time being - there must be something wrong, otherwise he just communicated with himself and tried to induce his Sorting Hat. How could he suddenly stop the conversation and directly announce the result?DeWitt was confident that no one could judge his character from just a brief exchange.

Can it happen?Obviously not.Still have to compromise.

There was sparse applause from below, but no one cheered. Even the Gryffindor students had some objections to DeWitt, the "sensitive" freshman. Who delayed him for so long? .

Gryffindor was a good result, but the Sorting Hat's final attitude really made DeWitt feel suspicious. When he came to the college table and prepared to sit down, his cold emotions showed through his eyes like windows. It makes people unable to feel any desire to get closer.

Now DeWitt also needs to be alone with his thoughts. He stares solemnly at a piece of cheese on the plate, studying the holes in it. He may also be looking at the roasted meat in another place and analyzing the texture on it.On the one hand, he believes that people should not think too highly of themselves, and no one cares about many of the abnormalities they display. On the other hand, he feels that they cannot be careless. Many times, secrets are exposed due to negligence.

"Ron," he asked the boy next to him, "can that hat talk?"

"What?" Ron was talking to two identical red-haired boys, so he didn't hear DeWitt's words immediately.

"I said - what did that hat say to you."

"Didn't you say anything?" Ron replied easily: "As soon as I put it on, it knew that I was from the Weasley family, and asked me if I wanted to go to Gryffindor...I immediately said that I wanted to go, and then... You saw it."

Noticing DeWitt's expression, he didn't know how Ron analyzed it, but he comforted him: "Have you never seen a talking hat? In fact, I haven't seen one either. My parents often tell me, Don't get close to things that are self-aware, because those things are likely to be accompanied by curses - of course the Sorting Hat will not be a problem, after all, Hogwarts has been established for thousands of years..."

"Stupid brother!" One of the red-haired twins reached out and patted Ron on the head, mocking: "If you don't know how to comfort people, don't comfort them!" Then he nodded friendly to DeWitt: "I am Fred, and this is George, we are Ron’s biological brothers.”

"Oh, hello, hello." DeWitt was still a little absent-minded and seemed to be in a bad state of mind.

"Are you still worried about the sorting ceremony? There's no need to think about it anymore," Fred said. "I've never heard of any freshmen having problems after wearing the sorting hat. I'm more curious - that What on earth did Broken Hat say to you to make you so angry?"

"Especially when he threw his hat, he was so handsome." The other redhead repeated what he had said before: "Let me know, I am George."

"I think thoughts and memories are sacred and inviolable," DeWitt said deliberately and solemnly: "The Sorting Hat openly said in its song that it had the ability to read minds. What did it say exactly? 'What is hidden in your mind? No thought can escape the Sorting Hat's golden eyes, which makes me very... you know, and I don't want it to see my memory - do you want a hat to know the last time you wet the bed? when?"

"Oh, that's too bad," the twins looked at each other, smiled knowingly and asked, "When was the last time you wet the bed?"

"Exchange," DeWitt looked a little embarrassed: "Don't be embarrassed."

"How about we swap dates with Ron's latest one?"

"No!" Ron was angry, and he reached out to cover the mouths of his two brothers.

Fred and George showed resistance, but actually quarreled for a few times and then stopped talking.

After the last student was sorted into Slytherin, Albus Dumbledore, who had been standing and had not returned to his seat, stood in the center naturally. The smile on his face became a little more enthusiastic. When he looked at the students below A little proud and a little satisfied, he opened his arms generously, showing his tolerance for everything. His expression was not like a principal, but more like an old man sitting on a park bench. His speech was also unusual. concise:

"Welcome!" he said loudly: "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crying nose! Residue! Screw! Thank you everyone!"

A teacher who doesn't talk nonsense is not necessarily a good teacher, but at this moment, Dumbledore's status is infinitely higher in the hearts of all students. Everyone cheers to celebrate the beginning of the banquet and can't wait to feast.

"What are the principals talking about?" DeWitt asked the newly met Weasley twins: "Do you know what those four words mean?"

"I don't know!" George replied cheerfully.

"Why? Aren't you curious?"

"You have to understand," Fred said old-fashionedly: "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time. No matter what he does, he has a reason. Of course, we have tried to study it and found that we can't understand everything about him. , and then gave up, after all—"

George joined in: "——If we can understand what he says and does, then we will also be the greatest wizards of this century."

"Then I will be the Minister of Magic," Fred laughed strangely: "First, give father a salary increase."

"Damn it," George was also happy: "I should be the one - I will directly promote my father."

"But it's actually unlikely for the two of us. The one who is most likely to be the Minister of Magic is Percy, that's who--" The twins pointed out the person to DeWitt. Not far from the dining table, there was a redhead who was talking to Hermione. , he looks a little thin, and his facial features are very smart.

"Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor, the pride of the Weasley family, but we all know that he is an official fan."

"Don't you like him?" DeWitt forked a piece of meat from the dinner plate and asked as he cut it: "If he becomes the Minister of Magic, it will definitely be good for you, right?"