Stark in Harry Potter World - Chapter 19
Chapter 19 Dirty Sorting Hat
Everyone walked out of the room, walked through the entrance hall, passed a double door at the back, and entered an ultra-luxury restaurant.
The students in other classes in the House have all sat around four long tables, above which thousands of candles floating in the air illuminate the dining room.
On the four tables are glittering gold plates and wine glasses, and on the top table of the restaurant is another long table, which is the seat of the teachers.
Dumbledore was sitting right in the middle. He was wearing a luxurious dark blue robe with many xx and oo embroidered on it. The wizard’s temperament was outstanding.
Besides the long flowing silver-white hair and the extremely well-trimmed long beard, what attracts the most attention is probably the long hooked nose, which seems to have been broken several times.
He wears a pair of half-moon glasses with two bright blue eyes behind him, very penetrating, as if taking an X-ray.
Next to Dumbledore, there was an empty seat, which should be reserved for Professor McGonagall. Next to him was a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
William was quickly seated. After all, in the description of the twin brothers, the professors all have… characteristics.
In other words, weird shapes, crooked melons and split dates, unevenness…
So, this must be what they were talking about-the old bat, the greasy middle-aged man Professor Snape.
William shook his head. The two people spoke too much, and the words were really… accurate, sophisticated, and meaningful.
Professor McGonagall brought the first-year freshmen to the center of the hall and asked them to face all the senior class students in a row, with the teachers behind them.
The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns. The ghosts were also mixed among the students, shining dimly with silver light.
Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshmen, and then carried a top wizard hat on the stool.
The hat was patched, worn out, and so dirty that it seemed to have never been washed.
William felt that this hat should not be placed on a stool, but should be placed in a sink filled with Libai detergent.
Is the branch test to see who can wash this hat as quickly as possible?
Suddenly, the hat twisted and seemed to be dancing.
There was a wide slit in the rim of the hat, like a mouth—the hat began to sing in a strange melody:
“You may think I am handsome, but don’t try to fall in love with me. It will hurt you, but I will not feel guilty. Who makes me a charming and cute sorting hat.”
William felt that Professor McGonagall’s lips were tightening, and she would probably take out her magic wand at any time and give the Sorting Hat a silent curse.
But William was disappointed, and Professor McGonagall gasped a few times, and his face returned to calm.
William suspected that she used a wandless, silent cast, and closed earplugs to herself.
The Sorting Hat is still making terrifying noises:
“Gryffindor, there is bravery buried in my heart;
Ravenclaw, where there is natural tact and wisdom;
Hufflepuff, where there is eternal loyalty and kindness;
Slytherin, there are ambitions and pursuits imprinted in his heart.
Hogwarts, the common home of the four colleges! ”
The sorting hat is twisting faster and faster, like a rock boy who is addicted to music and can’t help himself, but in fact it is just a square dancer.
William is still a little grateful, but fortunately, the hat yard doesn’t understand hip-hop, otherwise he won’t be able to come to a local rap.
After a full ten minutes, the Sorting Hat finally completed its epoch-making concert once a year. After singing, the audience thundered with applause.
The Weasley brothers even stood on a chair and cheered, and almost rushed over to ask for an autograph.
The sorting hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still, but his mouth was still closed and he didn’t know what he was muttering.
Looking at that mouth, a bold thought suddenly flashed in William’s mind.
Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.
“Whoever I call by name now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting house.” She said.
A boy with black hair walked up immediately.
Almost as soon as the hat touched his head, he screamed, “Slytherin!”
The boy was very satisfied. He bowed slightly to the Slytherin table, where there was also thunderous applause.
A little girl with a ruddy complexion and long messy blonde hair hurriedly walked out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.
She sat down and paused for a moment…
“Gryffindor!” the hat shouted.
There was a burst of cheers at the farthest dining table on the left. The twin brothers did not know where to pull out a loudspeaker and made a loud noise.
Percy glared at them fiercely, but his cheers were also quite loud.
A boy with curly hair rushed up.
The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Jarvan, welcoming him to sit at their table, and the ghost of the fat monk waved to him happily.
Qui is coming soon.
Qiu walked slowly to the sorting hat, she put on the hat. But this time the hat hesitated for a long time before she heard: “Ravenclaw!”
“Oh, no!” Cedric covered his face in great pain. He didn’t expect that the beginning of the second grade was so gloomy.
Qui sat down next to Marietta Ekmore, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw.
“William Stark!” Professor McGonagall read.
William calmly walked to the side of the sorting hat. The hat was more dirty than he thought. The body of the hat had been pilled, and there were a lot of patches around.
The most overwhelming thing is that there is still a spider web on one side, and a small spider is staring at William.
Fortunately, it was not a cockroach, otherwise William would really worry about the health of Hogwarts as a whole.
He picked up the hat, shook the dust on it, and put it on his head with disgust.
“Hey, boy, what’s your attitude?” A small voice came from William’s ear.
“Don’t deny–” the sorting hat’s voice was sharp, “I can see through what you are thinking!”
“Hmm, let me come to Kangkang, your little head, decide which House you go to…”
William scratched his dark brown hair. He really felt a little itchy on his scalp. This discomfort quickly spread all over his body.
The sorting hat seems to have been greatly insulted, and its self-esteem is full of it, once again raising the voice decibels: “Forever! Far away! Don’t think about me with such nasty thoughts!
I have a cleanliness addiction! Which hat have you seen, bathed thousands of times!”
For a hat, taking thousands of baths is indeed not a small amount, but you have existed for at least a thousand years. On average, do you only wash it once a year?!
The Sorting Hat clearly knew what William was thinking, and it hummed and changed the subject.
Dumbledore coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to hurry up.
Even if he is not hungry, can those lovely students not be hungry? !
———— I am the separator of the Sorting Hat————
Sorting Hat: Dear wizards, as long as you Donate, I can assign you to the House you want to go to.