HP monster

…I should have been anxious, furious, swearing, burning his white beard with fire, and leaving my pranks in every possible place in this school to get revenge on this old man who knows nothing and is so calm.

But don't know why.

I mean, even though he didn't say anything, and even the consolation seemed weak, I still hatefully fell silent, as he wished.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, it was the Sorting Hat.

"My God, Albus, you didn't tell me the kid was here, and I've been playing tricks in front of him for so long."

"Well, your performance has been great." Dumbledore comforted him, and he led me forward, sitting on the soft sofa, facing the Sorting Hat. "Can you accompany him? He has been talking about talking to you since he saw those strange memories in your brain."

I kept looking at the sorting hat, wondering if it was an illusion, I felt that he swallowed a little shyly.

...Although he is really worryingly dirty.

"Sorry, I thought..."

Dumbledore interrupted my refusal, "Son, just for a while, it's also an old man who has been lonely for many years."

"Prophecy wave... what wave, Merlin, I forgot again..."

I heard the Sorting Hat chattering alone on the chair, and God knows what strange factors led me to sit firmly in front of him, ready to talk to a hat like a fool.

I did. . .

He also answered his doubts: "Predict electromagnetic waves, I guess you want to say this."

Unexpectedly, he wanted to talk to me about this, and I inevitably felt a little nervous, just like all laymen in physics, maybe we remember the names of all the experiments, but we will never understand the principles and mysteries.

If it has to understand this...

"Ah, that's right!" He grinned at me, "Is this a new way of prophecy? What waves are used to guide people to prophesy?"

"..." I stared at him with wide eyes, until the black hat showed a terrible expression similar to shyness, "Please, repeat, what did you just say?"

"Ah, well, if you need to. Predicting electromagnetic waves is the new way of prophecy?"

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That speaks volumes for what an idiot I was to think that the wizarding hat really wanted to do an in-depth analysis of the physics of the Muggle world with me.

"Okay, I mean, the emphasis is on electromagnetic waves, not prophecy. Prophecy is just one person's behavior. Stop! Stop bringing thoughts into prophecy. Prophecy here is just saying that a person has discovered a scientific mystery but he has not been able to do it himself. Prove it."

"It can't be that he already has the ability of prophecy. After using this ability to discover new mysteries, he is unwilling to use cheating methods to make credit for it?"

My forbearance must have reached its limit.

I slapped the table and got up, I broke through my hat and shouted loudly: "There are only normal people over there!"

I dare say that when I finished this sentence, the hat muttered in a low voice: "Nonsense, I have also watched your superpower TV series."

I guess it wasn't trying to use Sir Chung as an example.

"Okay, let's change the subject," the Sorting Hat smartly stopped mentioning this. He had a lot of questions, and I guess they were all nouns he inadvertently memorized when he was probing my brain. Except for the internal combustion engine, none of the nouns could be answered by him. It remembers it completely, but it still persists in wanting to learn something from this noun that doesn't even know its name.

Perhaps my mood also calmed down a little during the conversation with him. When I devoted myself to explaining those problems, Professor Dumbledore brought me two glasses of iced lemonade. Although it was very sour, it did quench my thirst.

I spent the entire afternoon in a blink of an eye, and I even missed the second dinner at Hogwarts. My dinner was prepared by Dumbledore and the house elf, who was with us from the beginning to the end. I listened quietly by my side, and occasionally acted as a junior apprentice to help me prepare a writing board for me to draw pictures or serve tea and water.

"Okay, let's stop here today, if it's later, it will be difficult for you to return to the top floor of the West Tower before the curfew." At the end of our another topic, Dumbledore clapped his hands and made a formal concluding remark.I also stood up and moved my back that had become a little stiff all afternoon.

"I also like some of your knowledge about the theories of the wizarding world." I said to the Sorting Hat, "If there is a chance, I will replace you to solve my problems next time."

"There will be a chance." The Sorting Hat grinned.

... I was shocked again.

"Then, goodbye." I whispered to him, he didn't answer me this time, but with an expression of enjoyment on his face, the tip of his hat flicked, as if he was thinking about it.

Professor Dumbledore sent me out of the office. After much hesitation, I still asked the question: "Why don't you wash him up? You know, he's really horrible. It's not like the style of the wizarding world... I mean, Just a simple spell, doesn't it? Like you get rid of the bubblegum in your beard. Always clean no matter what, especially with an independent-minded hat."

"It's so old," said Dumbledore, calm though I could feel his sadness when he said this, "He's been here since I was very young, even in my last year. The last class... The last class of the last class of seniors, I guess it existed when Hogwarts appeared, maybe he also had a young and handsome time, of course, you can't see these in detail on a hat... But it’s really hard for him to clean it now, it can’t withstand a little bit of cold wind when the cap is wet, and the warming charm will have gaps... If we don’t pay attention, we will kill it.”

Beard looked at me, and I'm sure he did, just now, be grateful.

"It's been with me since I moved into this office, it's an old buddy of mine."

I remembered that in the gap between the conversation just now, the Sorting Hat once talked about Dumbledore in a few sentences. This is the only time he broke away from knowledge and talked about everything about himself with emotion:

"After so many years of surviving, except that Albus is willing to wear me and let me acquire some new knowledge to pass the time, the rest of the time I can only sit on a wooden bench, facing a spider, a red ant or a grain I stay in the dust for a whole day, and sometimes if I stay there, a month or a year is passed by me in the blink of an eye."

"I like children very much. When they are sorted, they are always a little unconfident. They are afraid that they will be sorted into Hufflepuff because of their clumsiness, afraid of being sorted into Gryffindor because of their recklessness, and afraid of being sorted into Gryffindor because of their cleverness. Into Slytherin. In fact, they don't understand, how can the branching be so simple, and how can the colleges that have been passed down for a hundred years be so shallow that there are only **** left."

"But these memories are not enough for me to taste for a long time. I need knowledge, I need something to scrutinize and make my brain work. But I think you have guessed that in the brains of a group of 11-year-old children, most It's full of candy toys and broomsticks. Even if I have knowledge, it's only at the beginning stage, and what they know is already etched in my brain..."

He said: "Sometimes you live too long, and you really need something to support yourself so that you don't get bored with the boring cycle of life."

With a thought, I stared closely at the long beard, "I still have a lot of knowledge to learn, can I come to him often in the future?"

"Of course." The bearded man replied with a smile.

"Is it okay to take him out of your sight?"

"If, you don't do some horrible little experiments... of course!"

"Long live!"

Turning around in a circle, I hurriedly greeted Dumbledore and rushed out quickly.

All the way far away from Dumbledore's office, I could hear the Sorting Hat singing happily, the same song he sang during the opening ceremony.

Roaring loudly, over and over again.

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You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

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Probably the addiction to dismantling was aroused by the Sorting Hat. When I passed the broomstick storage room, the curfew punishment and the imminent movement fought. In the end, the latter won and led me to sneak in.

It was dark inside, save for a little light in a corner from a small arched window.I remember one of the spells being for lighting, but damn I haven't learned that yet, the watch has stopped working since I entered Hogwarts grounds, so I'll just keep researching in the dark.

Fortunately, after staying for a long time, my eyes naturally adapted to the darkness here, and I was barely able to continue.

Just a little slower.

But that's nothing.

...Ever since I saw this kind of thing, I have always wondered what the broomstick is for supporting it to rise and fall in mid-air. Many of the people who use it are little wizards who don't know any spells. This is definitely not A technical activity that leaps forward while chanting a mantra.

Well, just like there are always tens of millions of small parts running at the same time as support in an airplane, I guess the wizards also used some parts when they invented this one-parts unique to the wizarding world.Or maybe they have some way of immobilizing their spells in the broom so that they don't fade away or fade away.

The first broom was a failure. Without tools, I used my hands and feet to successfully disassemble it into wood residue.

... Well, this is also a good sign, at least the first conjecture has been ruled out, the wizarding world has not produced its own small parts.

When I broke the second broom, I didn't crack it vertically again, and I took the strength of breastfeeding to basically form it into two broken cross-sections.Facing the faint moonlight, it can be seen that there are some ink marks in some places of the cross section.

An idea was formed in my brain in an instant. I picked up the third broom, and before I stepped on it, Professor McGonagall pushed the door in and grabbed it...

She exclaimed to the ground, "Dickas, can you tell me what you are doing?"

…I guess she's wondering in the back of her head that I've developed some sort of neurosis in the Muggle world.

Her expression told me so.

...For example, obsessive-compulsive disorder likes to eat wood, or just eat two wooden sticks before going to bed.

...Don't pretend, I already guessed it.

"I want to study how wizards use it to fly, Professor."

She had a headache expression, "Okay, so what did you research?"

After hesitating for a while between speaking and not speaking, I decided not to tell her... What appeared in my brain in an instant was that the Sorting Hat asked me to predict the electromagnetic wave. I think it is time to study more thoroughly—— - At least when I'm touching a little bit - I'd better ask her again, so as not to catch her eyes.

"Nothing has been worked out yet, Professor."

As expected, she waved her wand twice, and said "recovery" to the ground.

The broken broom snapped back together...even if it was still old and battered.

"This spell is awesome!" After learning this, you don't have to throw anything when you break something! "Professor, can I learn?!"

"You will learn this in the future... Well, of course, if you really want to learn in advance, you can come to me after class, but I recommend you to consult Professor Flitwick, who is your dean and specializes in this subject. I Now I have to deduct twenty points from Ravenclaw for your night excursion, so go back to bed now, boy."

She was eager to drive me back, I guess she was too busy with all kinds of night tour students.

The mood was slightly lowered by the twenty points deducted for her, but she recovered in an instant, and went straight to the west tower of Ravenclaw under Professor McGonagall's gaze.

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