[HP]Helen Pan

Almost subconsciously, I turned to her and said, "Miss Granger, you are so knowledgeable!" I think my tone was not friendly, and Hermione obviously realized this, she looked at me as if to say something, But it was interrupted by a strange voice.

He seemed to be singing, but his voice was hoarse like paper rubbing against rough ground.

I looked back and saw a certain pointed wizard hat on a chair in the front.That hat was old and not very clean. At first glance, I thought it was taken out of some trash can.The strange thing is that the hat has a wrinkle like a mouth, and now he is opening and closing it very regularly, as if he is... talking.

"They're so creative, they actually wrote the introduction of the college into a song!" I bumped into Harry next to me, and then I looked around trying to find the speaker, "The sound quality of the speaker is not very good."

There was a sound of laughter.

"That's the song of the Sorting Hat!" Malfoy seemed amused by himself, he laughed so hard, if there weren't those two mountains around him, I think he would collapse on the ground with laughter, "What did she say, What speakers...haha..." As he spoke, he laughed even more happily, causing other people around him to purse their lips and snigger.

"That's indeed what the hat sang." Ron lowered his voice to my ear.

Can the hat sing? !

Did I have a fever, or did they? !

I was a little embarrassed, subconsciously turned around and saw Hermione, she raised her chin and said, "This is also recorded in "Hogwarts, A School History."

Touching his nose resentfully, he saw Mag take out a list made of parchment, and the sorting ceremony officially began.

After many observations, the process of the sorting ceremony seems to be like this.Professor McGonagall called the roll, we put on our hats as a sign of generosity, and the hats announced the name of the college as a thoughtful gesture, and we rushed to the long table of the college we belonged to with joy.

In any case, when they got down from the front chair and ran to their colleges, I couldn't help but think of the hostages released by the robbers running to the rescue of the police.They seemed to be both rejoicing and lucky at the same time, not daring to turn their heads back for fear that the robbers would go back on their word and shoot them behind.

Ron and Harry seem to be on edge, which strikes me as odd.Anyway, the teaching quality of the colleges is almost the same (teachers are the same), so you can just get into one, why bother to look like you are facing a big enemy?

Time passed little by little, and there were fewer and fewer classmates around, and most of the freshmen had already found their organizations.

Finally it was Hermione's turn.She seemed to be in a hurry, and quickly picked up the hat and put it on, but the Sorting Hat seemed to be more anxious than she was, almost the moment it was put on her head, the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Ron snorted slightly, a little unhappy, and he didn't seem to like Miss Granger very much either.I got closer to him and was about to say something bad to him when Professor McGonagall called me by name.God knows, I felt as if I had been caught doing something bad. I stood up straight and almost shouted 'I haven't spoken yet'.

I walked up to the stage stiffly, and put the button on my hat slowly.

Will a talking hat bite?Suddenly such a strange idea popped into my head.

Suddenly, the hoarse voice just now rang in my ears.

"The Sorting Hat doesn't bite." He said jokingly, "Let me see, you are a smart and determined child. You are brave, talented, and absolutely loyal... Oh! God! Wait Wait, you have the noblest blood of the Templars." The voice seemed surprised.

But I was even more surprised, how could he know my grandfather's joke?

Knights Templar... This name full of historical decay and a sense of time should have been buried in the tomb of time in 1314 along with the last head.

We're not playing a role-playing game, are we?

I want to be a knight, but let's forget the term Templar that can only appear in the game!

"No! No! No matter what time and age, we need the purest and most loyal souls of Templars." The Sorting Hat said again, "My child, what is the knight's creed?"

Humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit.

These eight words came to my mind involuntarily.

Meanwhile, the Sorting Hat yelled, "Gryffindor!"

The sound seemed to explode in half in my ears, making my ears deaf for a moment, as if I couldn't hear half of the sound.When I stepped off the stage, I looked back at Harry and Ron, and Malfoy behind me. His expression was contemptuous, but he seemed to have some regrets.

etc!Gryffindor!

Doesn't that mean I'll go to the same school as Miss Hermione Granger?

Unlike everyone else, I walked up to the Gryffindor table looking rather downcast.Prefect Percy got up and shook my hand cordially, and kindly asked me if I was not feeling well.

I glanced at Hermione, who was sitting at the other end of the table, and nodded.

"Hey! Girl! Are you getting carsick again?" There was a familiar exaggerated voice beside her.I looked up just in time to see a lean boy with red hair, emerald eyes, and freckles on his cheeks that weren't ugly.

"George?" I regained my spirits immediately, and stretched out my hand to grab his sleeve excitedly. "Thank you for the medicine!" I blurted out.

"I'd love to say you're welcome. But...you know, I'm Fred!" He smiled mischievously.

I blinked and looked sideways at the red-haired boy who looked exactly like him beside him.

"George?" I asked.

"It's Fred!" He made a big face at me.

"Hey! Stop it!" Percy yelled at them angrily, and then he said to me, "Helen, it's George you're pulling."

The sorting ceremony continued, followed by Malfoy on stage.The Sorting Hat had barely touched his hair before calling out, "Slytherin!" He walked towards the table that belonged to Slytherin with satisfaction, not sure if I was thinking too much.He seems to have taken a long way on purpose, 'passing' behind me just to hit me...

Can you imagine, my back was severely hit, and my chest hit the dining table inertially.

Pain in the front and pain in the back.

The back is fine, but the chest...

I couldn't help but think of my mother who hated iron and steel when she took me to buy underwear two months ago.She got herself a few E-cups.Then she picked up a B-cup with pink flowers and shook it in front of my eyes, and said sadly, "My dear baby, I want to buy this for you so much. But..." She hung the B-cup back on the shelf, elegantly Picking up an A cup, "But, only this is suitable for you."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling sad, and looked down at my barren breasts.

It was originally flat, but it became even more flat when bumped into each other...

I couldn't help looking at Malfoy's back, watching him take his seat and silently saying to him in my heart, "Vafanculo" (Note: vafanculo is an Italian curse, meaning the same as f**k. The heroine grew up in Italy Big, Italian is the mother tongue by default, and people subconsciously use their mother tongue first when swearing.)

Ron got into Gryffindor as he wished, and Harry sat at the long table in Gryffindor with the cheers and screams of the Gryffindor house.

After shaking Percy's hand, Harry sat down next to me, rubbing his palms nervously against his trouser legs.

"Hi! Great to be in a house!" He smiled, but still looked nervous.

I smiled and nodded, and after thinking about it, I said, "Maybe we can play football together in the future!"

Just as Harry was about to speak, Ron cut in. He rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Are you talking about Quidditch?! Which team do you like best?"

"Manchester United." I subconsciously said something, but I felt something was wrong.I looked at Harry and made sure he was as puzzled as I was, so I couldn't help asking, "What is Quidditch?"

Ron's eyes widened, and the freckles all over his face seemed to scream disbelief.Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a majestic and kind voice sounded.

Following the sound, our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stood up and extended his arms to me in great welcome.But his logic seems flawed.

He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year. I will say two words, which is, 'Stupid!Cry!residue!screw! "(From the original text)

Then, there was a warm and sustained full house applause and cheers.But I frowned and couldn't find even the slightest laugh.

Is this the prerogative of leadership—absolute authority?

The corners of my mouth twitched unconsciously.Reminiscent of my father who is a lawyer, it is almost an occupational disease, and the father's most important thing is language logic.Just imagine, if I said what the principal just said without thinking, my dad would definitely let me copy the constitution!

The rest of the time belonged to carnival, but when I saw pumpkin juice overflowing from the goblet in front of me until it reached the edge of the glass, I couldn't help but feel itchy all over, and stretched out my hand to push the glass out without a trace.

"Have some pies?" Harry kindly pushed me away.

"Oh! Of course!" I smiled and began to enjoy the delicious food that seemed to come out of the air in front of me.

I suddenly began to think that magic should be a good thing. With magic, I can conjure food anytime and anywhere, which means I will never starve to death.

Suddenly, a ghost appears at the dinner table - Nearly Headless Nick, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower.Although he himself is better known as Sir Nicholas of Mimsy.

I remember when he demonstrated how his head moved from his shoulder, I was messing around with Harry and the others with a steak that was about half-rare and bloodshot.But after that time, I started rejecting any undercooked meat...

In the following time, the students chatted and talked about their experience of using magic unintentionally, all of which were full of joy.Harry also seemed very excited. He tugged on my sleeve and asked me loudly, "What about you? Helen, when did you show your talent for magic?"

I thought about it, my past life was very ordinary.Never has a pane of glass disappeared from my sight, nor has it flown into the air by accident.

If there is anything strange, it is probably this one. I have a nickname-the Manchester United star.

As long as I'm present at the game, no matter how the Manchester United players shoot, the ball can fall steadily into the goal in any tricky and seemingly impossible situation.

I remember another game between Manchester United and Liverpool, I went with my father.

The game ended with 11:0. (score fabrication)

My dad joked at the time, "I think the Manchester United goalkeeper could score two goals!"

……

Q: What's worse in the world than going to college with someone who looks like you and hates you?

Answer: You are also in the same dormitory with that person at the same time.

Yes, I share a dorm with Miss Hermione Granger.Still very lucky double room...

The opportunities to create friction have increased artificially. After school started, the two of us quarreled several times in the dormitory, and then our mutual dislike became more and more intense.For example, she would think that my playing music in the bedroom would affect her reading, but I couldn't stand her fussy cleanliness.She would not allow Anthony's hair to fall to the ground, nor would he allow Anthony to roll on the carpet, nor would he allow Anthony to go out and catch mice to eat.

But in my opinion, it is unrealistic if you want the cat not to shed its hair, and if you don't allow the cat to roll, it will kill his nature.And cats don't catch mice, why would I want him? ...