Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

The freshmen looked at the hat with confusion, then a wide slit appeared near the brim, like a mouth—

The hat began to twitch and sing a made-up song, which was met with thunderous applause. It bowed to each of the four tables in turn, and then remained still.

"Looks like all we need to do is put on these hats," a red-haired boy said to the person next to him. "I'm going to kill Fred; he talks about it like he's going to fight a troll."

Not only him, but many people around him showed indignant expressions, including Hannah and Susan.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"When I call someone's name, that person should put on their hat, sit on the stool, and await sorting."

She paused for a moment, without even glancing at the list, and announced loudly.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Here it comes! The Iron-Capped King has returned!

Hannah stumbled out of the freshman line, sat down on a stool, and pulled her hat over her shoulder, the hat just covering her eyes. She sat down. A moment's pause—

"Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted.

The people at the table to her right applauded and cheered, welcoming her to sit at their table, and the fat monk ghost also waved to her happily.

"Susan Bornes!"

"Hufflepuff!" the hat called again. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down next to her.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The sorting process was carried out one by one. Justin Finley was sorted into Hufflepuff, while Hermione Granger—the big-toothed, beaver-like know-it-all—was sorted into Gryffindor.

Not surprising, okay? With her overly friendly manner, even if she were a top student, she'd be destined for Gryffindor.

"Draco Malfoy!"

The blond boy strode over confidently, and just as the hat touched his head, he shrieked, "Slytherin!"

Oh, this is Draco.

Henry thought of the information compiled by his personal advisor, Sir Arnold…

By this time, there weren't many people left.

Mohn… Nott… Parkinson… then the Pettier twins… then Sallyn Box, and then came today’s main event.

"Harry Potter!"

People around him whispered among themselves, and Henry also sized up the obviously immature and inexperienced savior.

The hat was on his head for a long time before he was finally assigned to Gryffindor.

A loud cheer erupted from the Gryffindor longstand, louder than any cheer ever given by any other house for anyone before.

A pair of redheads who looked like carbon copies shouted, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Professor McGonagall called on him again.

"Henry Welsh!"

Henry stepped forward, sat down in the chair, and let Professor McGonagall put the hat on his head.

It was only then that Hermione, sitting at the Gryffindor long table, showed an expression of sudden realization and extreme shock.

But clearly no one was paying attention to Hermione; everyone's attention was on Harry Potter.

Henry sat in his chair and waited for a long time, but the hat never opened.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a voice rang out in his head.

"Quiet, I'm thinking!"

"What are you thinking about?" Henry asked in his mind with interest. "Or rather, as a hat, do you even know what thinking is?"

"Because I think, therefore I am," said the Sorting Hat.

"An interesting point," Henry offered a different opinion, "but I still believe that matter determines consciousness, so I think, therefore I am."

"Perhaps you're right, but that's not the philosophical question we're discussing right now. If you have time, you can come to the Headmaster's office and we can talk in detail." The Sorting Hat's voice sounded pleased. "I think you should have some Ravenclaw qualities, since nobody but these hawks would be interested in these philosophical questions."

"So you're assigning me to Ravenclaw?" Henry asked with interest. "It's not a bad place."

"No, no, no, you have courage too," said the Sorting Hat. "Of course, Slytherin can also fulfill your ambitions... Although you are already glorious enough, Slytherin can lead you to even greater glory."

"So you're sending me to Slytherin?" Henry asked. "Isn't Hufflepuff okay? I see most Muggle-born wizards are Hufflepuffs, aren't they?"

The Sorting Hat remained silent.

After a long while, it slowly opened its mouth.

Do you remember what I sang just now?

"What?" Henry didn't understand what the Sorting Hat meant, but his intuition told him that the Sorting Hat wasn't up to any good.

The Sorting Hat's voice was somewhat dry: "The people there are honest and loyal, and Hufflepuff students are persevering, honest, and unafraid of hard work."

"...I'll take that as a compliment," Henry said, his tone somewhat complicated. "What about Ravenclaw? Didn't you sing that only the intelligent could go?"

"But your mind is too clever, so..." The Sorting Hat paused for a moment, then announced loudly, "Slytherin!"

A round of applause broke out on the Slytherin table; it wasn't enthusiastic, but it wasn't cold either.

Henry walked to the empty seat next to Draco and sat down, then turned to look at the Sorting House.

At that moment, the Sorting Hat announced Ron's affiliation, placing Blaise Zabini in Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, took the Sorting Hat, and left.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a broad smile, opening his arms to them, as if nothing pleased him more than seeing his students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the start of the new school year! Before the feast begins, I'd like to say a few words. These are: Idiots! Crybabies! Trash! Twisters!"

Thank you everyone!

He sat down again. Everyone applauded and cheered.

At the same time, a wide variety of food appeared on the table, so many that it was dazzling.

Henry wasn't particularly hungry; he simply took some healthy food and ate slowly and elegantly.

Just then, Draco spoke.

"It seems you must be one of us." His voice was somewhat arrogant.

"Your people?" Henry asked.

"Yes, not like those families with too many children to afford and no manners," Draco said, staring maliciously at the Gryffindor longstand.

Henry followed his gaze and saw Ron holding a chicken leg in each hand, looking as aggressive as if he had unleashed a reckless berserk attack.

What a hero!

"Draco Malfoy." Draco extended his hand.

Henry put down his knife and fork and took Draco's outstretched hand: "Henry Wales."

Upon hearing Henry's words, Draco suddenly frowned.