Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

After learning that the Sorting Ceremony was actually an exam, many young wizards had already resigned themselves to their fate.

I've mentally prepared myself for the possibility of getting a zero on the exam.

It has to be said that when it comes to exams, if you're the only one who hasn't studied, you might feel very anxious when facing the exam. But if everyone else hasn't studied, then giving up becomes a collective source of joy.

"Quiet!" It turned out that Professor McGonagall had returned at some point, without making a sound, just like a homeroom teacher secretly observing the classroom from the back door.

Chen Feng quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of this bad idea.

"Now line up and get ready to head to the Great Hall, where you will complete your Sorting Ceremony."

Under Professor McGonagall's piercing gaze, the young wizards shuddered and quickly lined up behind her.

Professor McGonagall led the group to the main hall door. As soon as they approached, the door opened automatically. Professor McGonagall continued walking forward as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. The young wizards, on the other hand, were filled with wonder. But out of respect for Professor McGonagall, none of them dared to speak. However, their big, round eyes kept looking around, clearly very curious about the door.

There were four rows of long tables in the hall, very long tables, one for each of the four colleges.

There is a small table at the very top, which is undoubtedly a place prepared for the teachers.

Those sitting at these four tables must be the senior students from the four colleges.

Countless candles floated in mid-air, serving as lighting equipment.

The two sides of the auditorium are decorated with many sculptures and have burning braziers hanging from them.

It was certainly very interesting and impressive for the young wizards, but it paled in comparison to the Chen Feng that had been swept away by the 21st century.

It may seem amazing, but these things can also be done with modern equipment, and even better.

The magical world today is like a stubborn old man, conservative, afraid of change, exuding an aura of decay, and stuck in the same place, while the Muggle world has already embarked on the train to the next century.

Chen Feng knew very well that the Muggle world was about to undergo earth-shattering changes. This period would take anywhere from seven or eight years to ten or twenty years. If this generation of young wizards did not make changes, the status of wizards and Muggles might be reversed, or even completely overturned.

Chen Feng was lost in thought when his Observation Haki suddenly alerted him to someone watching him. Following the gaze, Chen Feng saw Dumbledore sitting in the teacher's seat.

This wise, powerful, and highly respected old wizard was looking at Chen Feng with a strange expression.

Chen Feng was completely bewildered. Why are you looking at me like that? Strange?

Then Chen Feng suddenly remembered that this old wizard liked to use mind control to observe others when he had nothing to do. Fortunately, Chen Feng had recently obtained the Occlusion spell in Knockout Alley and then spent a whole hour learning the spell with great difficulty.

Thinking of Dumbledore's strange look, Chen Feng immediately realized that he might have been deceived by the thoughts he had fabricated. Chen Feng checked his browser history to see what the random thoughts he had just refreshed were.

"Hermione's legs are so white, hehe!"

"........."

Chen Feng was immediately devastated. No... that's not how it is! Let me explain! Those were just memories created by Occlumency. Believe me, although I'm only twenty, my Occlumency is already at its peak.

These are obviously things that cannot be said. Putting aside whether they can explain the origin of Occlumency, just the fact that they were able to deceive Dumbledore is an achievement that would terrify anyone to reveal it.

Chen Feng grew angrier the more he thought about it. "It's all your fault, you old geezer! Why did you have to take those photos? Otherwise, would I be so conflicted? Give me back my innocent high school boy persona!"

Instead of looking at Dumbledore, he saw the familiar Professor Sprout, who waved enthusiastically to Chen Feng and pointed at him from time to time.

Chen Feng was completely bewildered. What did that mean? I don't understand.

Chen Feng blinked his innocent-looking big eyes, his face full of confusion.

This made Professor Sprout extremely anxious. She waved her hands frantically, then pointed at herself with her index finger. Looking at Chen Feng's bewildered expression, she even wanted to stand up and shout.

"Ahem!" Dumbledore coughed quickly, stopping Professor Sprout's increasingly outrageous behavior.

The latter had no choice but to back down and sit obediently.

This little incident was naturally noticed by Professor Snape, who was standing nearby, but at the moment his attention was only on Harry Potter, and he didn't care about anyone else.

Right in front of them was a tattered, pointed hat, covered in patches and looked quite unsightly; it looked like it had fallen to the ground and probably no one would have picked it up.

Well, why is it an estimate? Because there are all sorts of birds in a big forest, and even on a ship that's perfectly level, someone can get seasick. Professor McGonagall was also quite helpless, as she had already been given a good lesson by Malfoy and his friends before the semester even started.

In short, given its dilapidated state, it's hard to believe that the minds of the four founders of Hogwarts were actually incorporated into this place.

After all, in legends, they were so great and magnificent that people believed in them.

Professor McGonagall led the group of freshmen to the Sorting Hat, and the entire Great Hall instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Before the Sorting Ceremony begins, Headmaster Dumbledore has a few words to say to you."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Professor Dumbledore stood up. Instead of starting with the pleasant weather, he went straight to two points of caution: first, the Forbidden Forest was dangerous and no one should go in; second, the corridor on the right side of the third path was also dangerous and no one should wander in.

Chen Feng had no interest in the corridor on the right side of the third floor. That was Dumbledore's entertainment, not his. He had no intention of stepping into a couple of pits for fun.

As for the forbidden forest.........

Go! Go ahead! Even the Heavenly King himself can't stop Chen Feng.

If you come to Hogwarts and don't visit the Forbidden Forest, then you've wasted your trip to Hogwarts.

“Now, freshmen whose names are heard, come forward, put on the Sorting Hat, and decide which house they want to go to.” Professor McGonagall held the Sorting Hat in one hand and the list in the other.

"Does wearing a hat mean I can be assigned to a department?"

"Didn't they say there would be an exam?"

"Thank God, as long as there are no exams, I don't care which department I'm assigned to."

The new students breathed a sigh of relief, while Professor McGonagall began taking attendance.

"Hannah Abbott."

A young wizard stepped forward and, with a heavy heart, put on the Sorting Hat.

"Hufflepuff!"

The hat Hannah was wearing suddenly opened its mouth and spoke, much to the amazement of the young wizards.

The Hufflepuff upperclassmen greeted Hannah warmly, welcoming her to Hufflepuff House.

Just as Chen Feng was still observing, he heard his name called out.

"Chen Feng!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath and stepped out of the crowd.

As a transmigrator from another world, it would be a lie to say Chen Feng wasn't curious about the Sorting Hat. He was incredibly curious about it, especially since it was rumored to contain a Gryffindor sword.

However, the Sorting Hat's mechanism is probably inseparable from Legilimency. As Chen Feng, who has maxed out Occlumency, is full of confidence, he can fool the Sorting Hat and go wherever he wants. So he simply gave himself a set of heroic beliefs such as the hero fighting the dragon, plus a fearless spirit of never backing down, a strong curiosity to explore, and a noble sentiment of not being afraid of power.

A light tap landed on Chen Feng's head, and the Sorting Hat was immediately placed on his head. However, Chen Feng found that his intention to forge the hat had not changed at all, and he felt nothing.

"Slytherin!"

"What?" Chen Feng was immediately surprised. How could it be that he had deliberately emphasized his fearless spirit and the noble sentiments of a second-generation righteous man who sacrificed himself for righteousness, yet he still failed to join Gryffindor and instead ended up in Slytherin?

This is impossible!

"The Sorting Hat must be broken. After all, it's been used for so many years, it's not impossible for it to fall into disrepair occasionally," Chen Feng speculated maliciously.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and the others also found it unbelievable. Slytherin is usually a gathering place for pure-blood wizards, but they never expected that Chen Feng, who comes from a Muggle family/orphan, would be able to join Slytherin.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Chen Feng muttered.

But Professor McGonagall had already waved him away, saying, "You've already finished your test, so don't linger here."

clap clap clap!

The applause was fragmented; clearly, the upperclassmen from Slytherin were not enthusiastic at all, far less so than those from Badgerhouse.

They stared at Chen Feng with blank expressions, each one aloof and speaking in an unpleasant tone.

Looking at this group of people, Chen Feng had a constipated expression on his face. Then he looked up and saw Headmaster Dumbledore, who greeted him warmly.

As expected! There's a cover-up! There's something fishy going on! I want to report this, I want to file a complaint!

Chen Feng ate this meal with great displeasure, turning his grief and anger into appetite, vowing to eat Hogwarts out of house and home!

"what!"

Several exclamations were heard.

"It's a ghost!"

Ghosts swarmed in from all directions—on the walls, statues, dining tables, and within the castle—and a few even emerged from the food, interrupting Chen Feng's grief and indignation.

The young wizards, who had never seen anything like this before, were thrown into panic once again.

Those who are less timid have already closed their eyes; the main message is that if I can't see you, you can't see me.

The senior students and professors watched this scene with great interest.

"So there really are ghosts." Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Ron was even more excited, "So Fred wasn't lying to me, there really are ghosts in the academy!"

While calling out, it cheerfully tugged at Harry's sleeve, making Harry look nervous, as if afraid it would tear his sleeve.

Hermione, on the other hand, turned pale with fright, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly as she looked helplessly at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng patted his chest, indicating that he wouldn't be afraid and would take care of things if anything happened.

Translucent ghosts flitted aimlessly through Hogwarts Castle, a stark contrast to the panicked young wizards below, creating an atmosphere that seemed to blur the lines between life and death.

The ghosts in Harry Potter are more similar to earthbound spirits.

It is possible for a living person to become a ghost, but only by paying an extremely high price, the specifics of which are known only to those who become ghosts.

However, it is clear that the price must be very high, otherwise Voldemort would not have hesitated to try it.

In addition, some ghosts are caused by students who died unexpectedly at school and unknowingly became ghosts.

For example, Myrtle was killed by the basilisk's petrification magic and then became a ghost.

Chen Feng was unaware of the reason, but in his view, it could only be related to Hogwarts.

This castle, which has existed for nearly a thousand years, holds countless secrets and cannot be simply regarded as an inanimate object.

The student registration records used to enroll may be part of some unknown contract with this ancient castle, which could be activated under certain circumstances, turning the deceased students into ghosts who continue to exist.

Of course, all of the above were just Chen Feng's wild guesses. If he guessed right, he guessed right; if he guessed wrong, he guessed wrong.

However, he optimistically thought that if he became a ghost and touched other Chen Fengs, wouldn't everyone indirectly possess the ghost physique? At the very least, the limitation of lifespan would no longer be a problem.

The food at Hogwarts has won unanimous praise from the new students.

But in Chen Feng's eyes, it was nothing special. However, because of his pirate-like constitution, no one noticed anything amiss. Instead, they thought Chen Feng really enjoyed eating.

After the banquet, everyone was led to their respective college's lounge.

It's worth mentioning, however, that before that, they were all checked to see if they were carrying wands, in order to determine whether the magical malfunction of the small boat was caused by human intervention.

Clearly, although Hagrid was not good with words, he still managed to tell Professor McGonagall the whole story clearly.

After a 15-minute check, the results were unexpected: none of the new students were carrying a wand.

In other words, the ship incident was simply an accident, and nothing more was done about it.