A certain Hogwarts wizard

As soon as Professor McGonagall left, everyone's expressions began to relax. After a while, they began to chatter and discuss, and the room began to become noisy.

Harry stood next to Cornit, with a bad look on his face. He asked in a trembling voice, "Cornet, what's going on with the sorting? How do they sort us into the right colleges?"

Ron's face was a little pale, and he said loudly and excitedly, "George and Fred told me that we have to fight the trolls, and only those who survive will be sorted."

After the freshmen around them heard this, they took a deep breath and made a great contribution to global warming. Then they all turned pale and trembled all over. Neville was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.

Cornette looked at them speechlessly, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Sure enough, it was an old Hogwarts tradition to fool new students.

"Cornet, Cornet, I want to team up with you when we fight the trolls. The two of us will definitely kill each other!" Draco abandoned his two younger brothers and ran away. Go to Cornette and push Ron away with your butt.

Draco, who was originally sultry, now became extremely well-behaved, and he was flattering and pleasing Cornette.

Konite pushed Draco away from him in disgust, and cursed in his heart, Killing indiscriminately?I am responsible for the random killings, and you are responsible for the killing?

He ignored Draco, but turned his head and said to Harry seriously, "Don't listen to Ron. It's obvious that George and Fred are definitely lying to him. Little wizards like you who can't even do magic, How is it possible to survive at the hands of a troll?”

Ron blushed instantly. He was angry that George had lied to him with Fred.

The little wizards who heard the news finally calmed down and looked at Cornit eagerly, hoping that he could reveal more inside information.

"The sorting ceremony is just a test. They will ask you to take different tests according to the requirements of different colleges."

Cornette looked at the people around him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and spoke with a smile of unknown meaning.

"Like Gryffindor, they will let you duel to choose the bravest winner; like Ravenclaw, they will conduct an entrance exam to eliminate some idiots; like Slytherin, they will take your blood and use it to judge you. If you are pure blood, you will enter the academy directly; while Hufflepuff will ask you to make a meal and share it with each other."

Hermione stood further back and looked at Cornette who was talking. She felt that she was more confident about the exam, so she nervously recited the book in a low voice.

Draco returned to his arrogant look. He was extremely confident in his bloodline. He felt that entering Slytherin was a sure shot.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and began to warm up for the Gryffindor Duel.

Neville still looked timid and ready to cry. He felt as if he couldn't get into every academy. He held Leifu tightly in his arms. He was so depressed that he stuck out his tongue and looked happy. Dead look.

Cornette looked at the freshmen who were preparing nervously, squinted his eyes and nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on his lips that others could not understand.

Fooling people can really make people feel happy!

Although Konite is also a freshman, he is a freshman who understands the sorting ceremony, and what he said is in line with the selection standards of the four major colleges, so he is not afraid of being found out that he is deceiving others.

Just as the freshmen were listening to Cornette's deception and nervously preparing to be sorted into different schools, about twenty pearl-white, translucent ghosts suddenly floated out of the wall. They smiled and passed through the freshmen's bodies, causing waves of sharp screams. Call.

Screams resounded through the sky, and the originally bustling hall across the wall became quiet amidst the screams.

Professor McGonagall hurried over. As soon as she walked into the door, she raised her voice and said loudly, "Your class is the worst class I have ever taught! Your voices can be heard in the whole castle! I let you Just wait quietly for the sorting, you won’t listen, right?”

With the appearance of Professor McGonagall, the little wizards seemed to have a backbone and began to quiet down.

"What's going on! What are you screaming about!" Professor McGonagall cast a stern look at the new students. She had led countless sorting ceremonies, and this was the first time she encountered this situation.

"There's a ghost! Professor, there's a ghost!" Some Muggle freshmen cried with tears streaming down their faces after seeing Professor McGonagall coming in.

Are all the students in this class so timid?Professor McGonagall thought speechlessly.

She looked at the bewildered ghosts a little tiredly, sighed, and comforted the panicked little wizards.

"Okay, okay, these are ghosts from various colleges, different from the evil ghosts in your legends."

He glanced at the ghosts floating in the air again and motioned for them to leave quickly.

After the crying little wizards calmed down, she said, "Okay, let's go, the sorting ceremony has begun."

"Now, follow me into the auditorium in a single file!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, turned around and left.

The initially panic-stricken little wizard hurriedly followed Professor McGonagall, and the whole scene looked like a mother duck leading a group of ducklings.

Everyone walked out of the room, walked through the foyer, and entered a luxurious auditorium.

As soon as they entered the auditorium, almost all the freshmen gasped in admiration.

Thousands of candles floated in the air, illuminating the auditorium. Four long tables were placed inside. The tables were filled with gold plates and goblets, and both sides of each table were filled with students.

The ceiling of the dome seemed to be enchanted, the clouds were billowing, and the stars were twinkling in them. The deep starry sky was fascinating.

On the innermost platform of the auditorium, there are long tables with faculty seats.

At this moment, the teachers and senior students were sitting in their seats staring at the freshmen. They were talking to the people around them, pointing at the freshmen who had just entered, and letting out bursts of low laughter.

The freshmen lowered their heads shyly amid the discussion, their faces turning red.

Professor McGonagall held a piece of parchment and walked to a four-cornered stool in the middle of the auditorium. She pursed her lips and picked up an old wizard's hat and placed it on the stool.

The hat looked dirty, with thick dust on it, and it was patched and looked very worn.

The hat suddenly twisted, and a gap appeared in the brim, as if it had opened its mouth.

The hat began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I could eat myself..."

After the singing, which Cornette found very unpleasant, the audience burst into applause, and the Sorting Hat bowed to the four long tables one by one.

After listening to this song, the freshmen knew that the only thing they needed to wear for the sorting was this dirty and old hat. They looked at Cornit angrily.

Cornette, on the other hand, was unhurried and didn't care at all.

Anyway, among this group of peers, he was confident that no one could beat him, whether it was magic or physical combat.

Cornette looked at the old man sitting at the top with a white beard and hair, wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, and a pair of clear blue eyes.

The headmaster of this magic school, Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore seemed to see Cornette's gaze, and he winked mischievously at Cornette, with a gentle and loving smile on his lips.