tampered with the past

The singing of the Sorting Hat wiped out my little interest in music. It is really a pretty ugly song, if that kind of weird tune can be counted as a song.

Anyway, the Sorting Hat finally finished singing and thank goodness the sorting began.

When Elsa Longbottom's name was called, the little girl smiled at me: "I'm going to go first."

Elsa was sorted into Ravenclaw, just as she wanted.

but me--

"Oh! What a marvelous mind!" the Sorting Hat sighed in my head. "Slytherin ambition, of course, of course, like your father's line, is quite typical. Gryffindor courage, of course." , of course, like your mother's line, which is also quite typical. Hmm... It's really difficult, so, boy, tell me which college you want to go to."

Is that okay?

Gryffindor—the iron triangle of Gryffindor—passed through my mind for a moment.But then, an idea frantically sprouted.

"Ravenclaw! Please put me in Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat was obviously taken aback: "Ravenclaw? Are you sure, although your mother, and your mother's mother, have all the qualities of a Ravenclaw, but... well, child, I don't think... I Don't think you inherited that wisdom. Maybe a Slytherin, your grandfather would have been proud of you, or a Gryffindor, your grandmother would have been proud of you."

"I want to go to Ravenclaw!"

"why?"

"Because...because..." Elsa's ethereal smile flashed across my mind.

"So, it's for girls?!" The Sorting Hat giggled, "He's such a good boy, he's much more enlightened than your grandfather, I never thought that a wooden stake like him would have such a clever grandson... ...well...not surprising, thinking about your grandmother. They are such a beautiful couple, you know? It's a pity that Gryffindor hasn't produced any decent people after them... What a pity, finally They weren't together."

"Excuse me, what does it mean not to be together?" I am a little unclear. So, in the books I read when I was young, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger have always been representatives of model couples. Recognized as a model of mutual loyalty and mutual support.Don't want Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, full of dramatic side laces.

"Did I say anything?" The Sorting Hat seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue, and drove me to the long table of Ravenclaw with a loud "Ravenclaw".

"Nice to meet you in Ravenclaw." Elsa welcomed me with her ethereal smile.

Only Elsa, obviously, in Ravenclaw, Malfoy is not a very pleasant last name.But, who cares, I smirked at Elsa, suddenly full of great expectations for my future life in Hogwarts.

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