The Charles Becomes a Wizard

While Charles was still distracted, Draco had already been sorted into Slytherin, his dream school, and the dirty hat hadn't even touched his hair!

Ron Weasley snorted loudly behind Draco, turned to Harry and said, "See, I knew he was an evil Slytherin.

Harry followed Ron's words and looked towards the Slytherin table. Seeing the little snakes sitting upright with cold expressions, he nodded subconsciously. Putting aside the question of whether they were evil or not, Slytherin gave him a bad first impression. They looked so high and mighty that it would be difficult for them to get along with him.

Thinking of the enthusiastic little lions on the other side of the hall, which formed a sharp contrast with the little snakes, Harry became even more resistant to Slytherin.

"Ciel Phantomhive."

After hearing his name, Charles subconsciously straightened his already neatly-tied cuffs. He raised his chin slightly and walked up slowly to sit on the high stool.

To Dumbledore's surprise, the name Phantomhive caused a small commotion among the small animals.

"Is that Phantomhive?"

"Oh my god, the Earl's child is also going to Hogwarts to study!"

"The famous one?"

"Yeah, besides that family, who else is qualified to be called this name?"

"Shouldn't the heir of Phantomhive go to Wilton?"

"Oh, don't you know that this generation of Count Phantomhive has a pair of twins..."

"Do you think this one has been abandoned?"

"That shouldn't happen," someone said confidently, "I heard that the Earl prefers the second son."

"..."

The Phantomhive family is not only secretly called "the Queen's foreign dogs", but also controls a large amount of assets in public. They are big figures who are keen on charitable investment and often appear in newspaper headlines. Not to mention that this generation of Earl Phantomhive also has an eye-catching appearance and temperament. The students recruited by Hogwarts from the Muggle world are certainly not unfamiliar with this surname.

There are even senior students who are considering whether or not to find ways to get closer to Ciel.

Charles has become the focus again, and is now fighting a battle of wits with the dirty hat.

"Hmm... perseverance, courage, ability, oh, and intelligence. You are already learning a fourth language." The Sorting Hat muttered, "What do you think of going to Gryffindor?"

When assigning students to colleges, the Sorting Hat will only give its own suggestions at first. As for which college to choose, it actually depends on the students' own ideas.

"Are there any other options?" That particularly noisy dining table? If I were really sorted into Gryffindor, I'd probably be annoyed by the noise, right?

"Okay, okay, let's take another look at the old hat..."

Past memories began to emerge in his mind uncontrollably. Charles tried his best to restrain himself, but some fragments buried deep in his memory were still dug out.

The manor full of corpses, the house on fire, the bloody and cruel altar, the broken limbs and debris in the dark alleys, the bullets fired by my own hands, and...

Black feathers fluttered down from the sky, and...

"Enough." Charles said coldly, and actually interrupted the process of the Sorting Hat reading the memory.

The dirty hat sent out a series of sharp and piercing screams in his mind. Ciel frowned: "I've said enough."

"You have ambition, ha, and enough means! You will definitely achieve great things! Go to Slytherin! Salazar will definitely admire you!"

"I thought Slytherin only accepted pure bloods."

"Oh, no no no, Merlin's stinky socks," the Sorting Hat sighed, "Slytherin values ​​strength above all else. They may be cunning and insidious, but as long as you are outstanding enough, you will become a highly sought-after person."

"Then, could you please keep what I just saw a secret, Mr. Hat?" Charles asked. As the hat had been on his head for too long, Dumbledore's gaze on him was already somewhat tentative. "You know, I just entered the wizarding world and don't want to attract anyone's attention."

"Oh, it's rare for an old hat to find a child he likes to chat with. The old hat didn't see anything." The Sorting Hat muttered a few words, and then announced loudly: "Slytherin!"

A punk entered Slytherin!

The little animals were almost agitated, shocked, speculating, suspicious, worried, and of course there were quite a few who wanted to watch the show...

Under everyone's burning gazes, Charles slowly sat down next to Draco.

"I thought you couldn't come." Draco was a little surprised.

"Actually, the first choice the Sorting Hat gave me was Gryffindor." Ciel raised the corners of his lips slightly, "But I think Slytherin is more suitable for me."

As soon as these words came out, the looks of the little snakes at the same table became friendlier.

Maybe this guy isn't that bad, at least he has good taste...

The little snakes raised their chins slightly with dignity.

Since they have been sorted into Slytherin, other issues can be resolved in the dormitory. If they create conflicts in front of other colleges, it will only bring shame to Slytherin.

It was a coincidence that Harry sat on the high stool right after Ciel. Although there were people in the audience whispering about his title of "savior", the number of people was obviously less than Ciel's.

After all, apart from the pure-blooded wizard cubs, the half-blood and Speckled wizard cubs, who currently account for a higher proportion of the students at Hogwarts, don’t actually have much concept of the so-called "savior". Even a considerable number of them have completely forgotten about his existence or have never even heard of him.

This was actually Dumbledore's fault. For various reasons, he left Harry in the Dursleys' home, which resulted in Harry, the Savior Potter, not appearing in the wizarding world for a full ten years.

Humans are forgetful animals, and they wish they could forget all painful memories...The wizarding world has recovered quite well in the past ten years, so the survivors have deliberately ignored the dark time when the Dark Lord ruled. The savior who has disappeared for ten years is just a symbol, and his existence or how he lives is not that important to many people.

He is like a mascot held high up, with no one understanding him and no foundation. As soon as the people below let go, he will be thrown to the ground heavily.

"Ciel, which house do you think the Savior was assigned to?" Draco asked in a low voice.

"Gryffindor?" Ciel replied casually.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he is the savior," Ciel smiled at Dumbledore who was looking at him from afar, "How could he be allowed to end up somewhere else, a righteous and brave savior?"