Hogwarts lazy snake

At the Hogwarts Great Hall Matriculation Feast...

Professor McGonagall led a group of first-year students into the hall in pairs.

As the first-year students walked through the aisle of four long tables, they faced all the upperclassmen and the teachers in the faculty seats behind them.

Before they could observe carefully, they had already walked to the open space in front of the long table, where there was a four-legged stool and on the stool there was a tattered-looking wizard's pointed hat.

It was the kind of hat that was dirty, rotten, and patched up again and again. I guess no one would pick it up if it was thrown into the trash.

At this time, the entire church was silent. The freshmen didn't know what was going on. Whether it was the professors in the teaching seats or the seniors around them, they all looked at this group of first-year students who were different from usual.

Looking at these handsome and beautiful little wizards, the professors wondered if something had happened that they didn't know about?

However, the students thought, why had they never thought of such a beautiful and handsome method before?

When I think about how their ordinary attire when they entered school could never compare to their attire as if they were going to a dance, I feel teary-eyed and heartbroken.

"Oh!"

"My Odoudou."

"How can you be so handsome?"

Two grief-stricken voices rang out in succession. Ron, who was in the first grade, knew that they were his two friends, so he straightened up proudly.

Even the rest of the freshmen stood up straight with pride, looking nonchalant, but they were actually very happy. After all, everyone was dressed the same, even their hairstyles were the same.

Before Professor McGonagall was ready to tell the Weasley brothers to be quiet, they saw the broken hat twisting and making a sound, as if it was a yawn.

"I bet this hat just fell asleep."

Ron, who was standing next to Harry, said quietly

"Oh, little wizard, you can't say bad things about the Sorting Hat, otherwise the Sorting Hat will sort you into Azkaban."

The tattered Sorting Hat seemed to have heard Ron whispering bad things about him, so it started jokingly.

This is indeed the real world.

Not a movie, not anime, not a novel!

Hearing these words from the Sorting Hat, Horn complained and tried to comfort himself in silence. Is this a sentence that can appear in a children's book?

The Sorting Hat finished speaking and without waiting for Ron's reaction, it opened its throat. Well, I don't know if it was cracked or not. Anyway, it started to sing an ugly and off-tune song:

Maybe you think I'm not pretty.

But don't judge a hat by its appearance.

If you could find someone prettier than me

I can eat myself alive

You might be able to keep your crewneck hat nice and clean

Your wizard hat is shiny.

But I am the Sorting Hat of the great Hogwarts

More extraordinary than any hat you have.

You can't hide any thoughts from me.

Because you can't escape the Sorting Hat's eyes

Put on the Sorting Hat and go to your own house

Come on, take it, I'll tell you

Gryffindor is brave and outstanding...

Maybe you belong in Hufflepuff, stoic and honest...

Or maybe Ravenclaw, wise and knowledgeable...

Otherwise, it's Slytherin, making true friends...doing whatever it takes to achieve your goals...

Come on, take me with you, I'll tell you

When the hat was singing, all the students from various colleges sang loudly except the teachers in the teaching seats.

Horn also saw two red-haired boys standing up from a table and singing a song out of tune.

"I guess this is the devil's test before the sorting."

I listened to the harsh song beside my ears and murmured silently

"I think so too." Draco, who was standing by, agreed after hearing Horn's murmur.

"But I think we don't need to fight trolls, just go into the water to fight mermaids." Ron said, looking at his brother Fred and the others with a faint look, and of course he turned his head to look at Horn behind him: "It seems that we just need to wear this hat"

After hearing Ron's words, Hermione, Harry, and Draco all looked at Horn, who believed them and said he wanted to hit the mermaid.

(?o?o)You idiot

Horn immediately turned his head to look at the ceiling of the auditorium, as if flowers were growing there, so beautiful, so nice, and so eye-catching.

Hermione saw Horn looking up at the ceiling and seeing the dark starry sky flickering with a little light, so she whispered again: "I learned from a piece of Hogwarts history that this was cast with magic, making it look like the sky outside."

Horn just nodded slightly to show that he understood, because at this time our Professor McGonagall had already begun reading the list on the parchment in her hand.

"Those who heard your name come and sit down, and put on the Sorting Hat." Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment in her hand and held up the Sorting Hat with one hand: "Hannah Abbott!"

At this time, the round-faced blonde girl who was shy to ask Horn for help came forward and sat on the stool.

Horn held his chin with one hand on his chest and looked at the little girl in front of him, thinking: "So this is the traditional authentic one."

While Horn was thinking, he saw the Sorting Hat on his head shouting: "Hufflepuff!"

The moment the Sorting Hat sounded, the Hufflepuff table applauded enthusiastically to welcome their new schoolmate.

Next, several first-year students had their names called and were assigned to colleges by the Sorting Hat. They applauded and welcomed their seniors from their respective colleges.

As expected, Hermione, Harry and Ron were sorted into Gryffindor.

Horn had thought about changing the plot, but he felt that Harry and Ron were such big troubles that without the help of Hermione, they would have been completely destroyed.

After all, Dumbledore will not let the savior die, but that does not mean that Ron and others are safe. Anyway, three monuments are better than one Zhuge Liang.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Then, it was Professor McGonagall's turn to say Xiaolong's name.

Draco heard his name, brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, walked over with a proud look on his face, bowed to Professor McGonagall, and sat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall smiled back and the Sorting Hat in her hand jumped onto Draco's head.

Then he said in a voice that only Draco could hear: "Oh, another young master from the Malfoy family."

"Hmm? High glory? Oh, as expected."

"Slytherin!"

Draco Malfoy, who had been praying in his heart, excitedly grabbed his hat and jumped up when he heard that he was sorted into Slytherin.

Then the Slytherin table welcomed Draco with warm applause. The proud little dragon quickly came to his senses, coughed lightly, and bowed slightly to everyone in an adult manner.

Then he happily walked to the Slytherin table and sat down.

"Horne Nicholas!"

Then Professor McGonagall called Horn's name and winked at him slightly when no one was paying attention, expressing her welcome.

Horn took a deep breath, raised his foot and walked forward slowly, looking at the Sorting Hat, wondering which house he would be sorted into.

"I'm so smart and learn so quickly, I should be a Ravenclaw."

"No, I'm so lazy. If I want to lie down, I should go to Hufflepuff."

"Anyway, I don't want to go to Gryffindor or Slytherin. One is the home of boiled eggs, and the other is where all the troubles are."

Horn walked over to the stool and sat down while thinking.

"Oh, the last name Nicholas is so old. It reminds me of an old friend."

At this time, the Sorting Hat in Professor McGonagall's hand jumped onto Horn's head, and she muttered, "Let me see which house you will be sorted into."

Horn, sitting on the stool, began to think about the knowledge in his mind and which college he would like to enter.

"Hmm, this smells of wisdom and knowledge, Ravenclaw? No, there's more."

"Hey, this noble and mysterious aura? Slytherin? And more."

"Gryffindor? Not really. Weird."

"This lifestyle, this passion... Hufflepuff?"

"You are such a strange little wizard. It's so complicated. So difficult. So difficult."

Horn had also come to his senses at this time, but when he heard the last word "difficult" said by the Sorting Hat, he guessed what had happened to him again, and suddenly became more eager to solve his problem quickly.

"Oh, this... this... is uh."

Suddenly the Sorting Hat seemed to realize something, and wanted to say it very clearly, but then it thought of something else, and then it felt like a pair of eyes that could not be looked directly at were staring at it, and it felt a little scared.

"Slytherin!"

When the Sorting Hat shouted out this word, I came to my senses and felt like I had forgotten something, but I said that this child belongs to Slytherin, so then let him be Slytherin.

strange!

strange!

One strange thing was that the Sorting Hat itself felt like it didn't know what was wrong with it, and another strange thing was that Horn felt like he had just said that he didn't want to go to Gryffindor or Slytherin, so how did he end up in Slytherin?

The three little ones sitting in Gryffindor were a little disappointed when they heard Slytherin, but they soon became happy that their friends were sorted into the house and started applauding.

Of course, they were not the only first-year students who were happy for this handsome and cute wizard classmate who helped them win their first highlight since entering the academy, and they all applauded enthusiastically.

But the happiest person is of course Draco Malfoy, our proud little dragon.

"Horn, here! Here!"

Draco clapped and waved to Horn, signaling him to come over.

He looked at the enthusiastic Draco, then looked in the direction of the three little ones and nodded slightly to indicate that he received their applause.

Walk towards the Slytherin table.