prisoner of hogwarts

"Everyone must know this thing." The fake Dumbledore took out the Sorting Hat and held it in his hand like a chicken.

"The Sorting Hat!"

All the magicians said in unison.

They are very familiar with this thing, everyone has close contact with it.

"No."

"please."

"We were wrong."

"what."

A hat made four completely different sounds, which astonished all the magicians.They know the Sorting Hat. Although it is a magic hat that can talk, it can only make one sound.

Wait, four voices, four people.

The magician with a brighter mind seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, this is the Sorting Hat. You all think it is only used for sorting, but what you don't know is that it is a Horcrux. The oldest Horcrux in the wizarding world." Fake Dumbledore said.

"How could this be?"

"This, this, this... is unbelievable."

Anyone with some knowledge knows what a Horcrux is. It is an evil existence. There was a period in the history of the magical world that was filled with white terror.

Every time a Horcrux is made, one person has to be killed. This is really cruel.

They are not cruel Death Eaters, but kind white wizards.

It is really unimaginable that when everyone here enters Hogwarts Academy for the first time, they will be buckled by this evil Horcrux, which is all filled with oil and pulp.

Huh~ Disgusting.

Just one word from Dumbledore changed people's view of the Sorting Hat from a sacred magical object to a disgusting and dirty object.

As for truth and falsehood, how could the great Dumbledore lie? Moreover, there is no point in telling this lie. Today is not April Fool's Day.

"Aren't you curious, whose Horcrux is this?" Fake Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, whose is it?"

The fake Dumbledore woke up the dreamer with a word, and the focus shifted from the filthy thing full of hair oil to the question of whose Horcrux the Sorting Hat was.

"Godric Gryffindor!"

"Salazar Slytherin!"

"Rowner Ravenclaw!"

"Helga Hufflepuff!"

Every time a name is spoken, a shadow will appear on the ground, which is the remnant soul of the founders of Hogwarts.They all stood there with serious expressions, not knowing what to do.

With only the remaining souls, they can't do anything. They are much more useless than Peeves.

"Founder!"

The appearance of the four people caused an uproar that could not stop for a long time.

Everyone present hated dark wizards and Death Eaters, but they did not expect that the four founders of Hogwarts were out-and-out dark wizards.

"They should be familiar to everyone here. They are the most familiar strangers." Fake Dumbledore said with a smile.

Although they are not masked, these magicians have grown up hearing their names, especially after going to school.

Five points for Gryffindor.

Ten points from Gryffindor.

"Do you have anything to say to your disciples?" Fake Dumbledore looked at the four remaining souls in a joking manner.

"Run!"

"He's not Dumbledore!"

"He is the God of Death!"

"run!"

Fake Dumbledore asked them to speak, but this is what they said.

Uh……

The whole place was silent, but no one left the party, even if they wanted to use the bathroom.

They were all waiting for Dumbledore to say something.

Dumbledore is the Grim Reaper?

Don't make trouble.

What's the joke of the century?