The day to become the final boss

"Mers Wan—"

Snape's pupils narrowed slightly, and he stared at the young man who stood out from the freshman line, with a delicate face unique to oriental people, a handsome face, black hair and black eyes and a smile.

Snape had two wands, one he just bought from Ollivander's wand shop, and the other was a "toy" that Mr. Moores gave him as a gift, the "toy" of hell, that wand Much stronger than the best-fitting wand he had spent an entire afternoon at the wand shop for seven Galleons!

Wan Mo stood in front of the Sorting Hat speechless for a moment. When he was vicious against Godric Gryffindor, he never imagined that there would be a day when the dirty and wicked hat would be put on his head.

He calmly picked up his hat and put it on his head, then——

The Sorting Hat stiffened like a rock under the watchful eyes of wizards of all sizes——

————The desolate cracked black earth flashed before my eyes, and the dark red magma flowed slowly under the cracks, occasionally erupting with dazzling scorching heat.

The howling and resentment of countless souls filled this place with endless despair, and the powerful and ancient magical creature guards sprayed magic flames or poisonous gas. This is a terrible hell——

On the high and majestic throne, who is sitting there forever, his black hair and black eyes seem to be able to absorb and swallow all the light, every inch of the black cloak is connected with the breath of death, under the seat of the god Thousands of knelt death messengers holding scythes, forming a dark contiguous stretch as if stretching to the end of the world.

He waved his arm lightly, and the black servants floated up from the kneeling ground, flooding out of the domain of God like a tide, to harvest those poor desperate souls to their heart's content...

"Mr. Hat?"

The old hat has been completely stunned by the shock.

"Mr. Sorting Hat..."

"..."

"Are you going to be scrapped, old hat?" You are a magic item, and you are afraid of death?

"Oh... yes, yes, I am listening, oh, praise you, I praise you from the bottom of my heart, the most noble and great existence..." The old hat trembled.

"I can skip the praise, Mr. Hat, after all, you are standing on my forehead now."

"...!!!!!!"

Snape swore he'd never seen a person, um, or a hat with such an intricate expression, what was it?The old hat twitched his body, as if he wanted to escape but did not dare to take action, his "face" was full of fear, astonishment, regret, annoyance, grievance, resentment, fear, all kinds of entanglements, as if he wanted to bury himself underground And with a little pathetic and unbelievable pride?

Ahhhhh!Merlin, the old hat is actually standing on the head of Death! !

The anomaly of the Sorting Hat made Principal Dumbledore thoughtful. He smiled and stroked his white beard, and the crescent-shaped glasses reflected the light. Next to him, Professor Williver, the head of Ravenclaw, muttered softly: "Poor What happened to the sorting hat, should it be repaired?"

"Oh, don't worry, that kid probably thought it was too dirty and decided to give it a bath or something—you know, ten years ago, when the house elf put it in the basin to clean it, it had the same expression , just not screaming this time." The current Head of Slytherin, Professor Horace Slughore, who taught Potions, replied gloatingly.

Dumbledore "...".

is that so? ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"Well, Mr. Hat, I think you should have heard the name 'Mers' from Godric. You must know that the purpose of helping the four of them to perfect this magic school was not to come here one day to cause damage. Can you continue the sorting?" Wan Mo felt depressingly that the broken hat was writhing and twitching uncomfortably on his head, while the wizards staring at them looked like their eyes were burned, he was thinking about what he is doing now It must be very funny.

"Oh, so where would you like to go? Your knowledge far surpasses Ravenclaw's. Maybe you'd like to admire nobility, power, and mighty power, a relatively ancient Slytherin?"

"I want to go to Hufflepuff—"

"what?"

"I'm here for the show. Compared to staying in the Eagle's Nest with sharp eyes or the Slytherin Snakehouse with keen sense of smell, the honest, simple and lovely Hufflepuff is the best choice."

Sigh, why no mention of Gryffindor Lion's Den?Well, maybe the enthusiastic lion den is really not suitable for your status and career, but as the noblest and most terrifying god, wouldn't it be comfortable to fight with those loyal and honest Hufflepuff badgers?

The Sorting Hat, which is Godric Gryffindor's hat, is deeply depressed.

Oh, Godric, you know, I'm going to give Hufflepuff the most noble and most terrible being...

"Hufflepuff—!"

Little Snape frowned enough to kill a fly, huh?Something wrong with his ears?Hufflepuff?The eerie, powerful and mysterious Mr. Mers Wan went to Hufflepuff?

Satisfied, Wan Mo put his nearly exhausted hat back on the round stool, and walked towards the long Hufflepuff table. He found the thin, black-haired boy staring at him with frowning frowns, and then gave him a gentle smile.

As if he really was a meek honest Hufflepuff.

Snape's eyes widened, damn it, damn Hufflepuff!

At the end of the sorting, although there were many strange things in this year's student sorting, in the end Mr. Snape went to Slytherin as he expected, and became another little snake in the cellar.