Chapter 7: Judgment of Sorting Cap

Hearing another scream from the front, Marka tiptoeed and looked forward.
I saw twenty or more pearl-white, translucent human figures suddenly appearing on the wall on one side. Maca took a closer look. This was probably a group of ghosts.
They were talking to each other, skimming lightly over the room, and Maca faintly heard the word "Pippi".
"... I said, what are you doing here?" A ghost wearing a wrinkled collar tights seemed to have just discovered the freshmen below.
新生 "Newborn!" Another chubby monk smiled at them and said, "I think, maybe ready to be tested?"
Some students nodded silently, and no one spoke.
"Hope you can get Hitchpatch!" Said the monk. "I went to that college before."
"Let's move forward now," said a sharp voice next to the monk, "the sorting ceremony will begin soon."
Professor Meggle returned, and the ghosts fluttered across the opposite wall, disappearing in front of everyone.
现在 "Now, in a single line," Professor McGonagall told freshmen, "follow me."
Maca was in the back of the line, and after a while left the room with the students in front-there was no way, who would let him be behind at the beginning?
This is Hogwarts's restaurant. Students in other grades have been sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles are floating on the long table above the table, lighting the whole restaurant.
There were glittering gold plates and goblets on the four tables, and the seniors looked at them as freshmen, whispering and talking about which would go to their college and which might not.
There is another long table on the first table in the restaurant, which is a seat for teachers. Professor McGonagall led them there so that they lined up in front of all the seniors, and the teachers stood quietly behind them.
The candlelight in the air flickered slightly, making the faces of the seniors a little white, and the ghosts you just saw were also intertwined with a faint silver light, and everyone focused their eyes on this side. .
Maca looked boringly at the magical ceiling above his head. The dark background was dotted with countless twinkling stars, which seemed to be real in the faint magic smoke-he even found it on it A few more familiar constellations.
"There was magic there. It looked like the sky outside. I read it in Hogwarts, A School History." Maca faintly heard a slight voice from a short distance, and it sounded like it should It's Hermione.
Professor Ginger gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshman, and Maca retracted her eyes from the ceiling and fell in front of her eyes. He saw Professor McGonagall put a top wizard hat on the stool, the hat was patched, worn and dirty. To be honest, the thought of putting this hat on his head later made him feel uncomfortable.
Seeing that the sorting hat was put down, the faint voice in the restaurant immediately became silent, and they all knew that the highlight was coming.
The result was not the same, the hat twisted a few times, a crease opened and closed like a mouth, and it began to sing.
"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge by appearance. If you can find a hat that is more beautiful than me, I can eat myself."
Hearing here, Maca's mouth twitched.
"You can make your bowler hat so dark and shiny, and make your high-top silk hat smooth, I am the magic hat for Hogwarts test, naturally superior to your hat ..."
The Sorting Hat kept singing in an unpleasant tone, but Maca had already set her gaze on the ceiling, which was much more fun than that.
Until everyone started to applaud, Maca just came back and took a few photos, and several freshmen who have been familiar with it have been discussing with their classmates.
"Maybe I can go to Gryffindor," said a little boy with long black hair next to Maca, lowering his voice to him. "My dad said, I have always been courageous, I swallowed it all when I was a kid Frober caterpillar! "
"Are you called Bell Griers?" Marka swallowed hard after hearing the words.
"Who is that? My name is Kona, Michael Kona, you can call me Mike." The little boy Michael tilted his head.
They were chatting one by one, and saw Professor McGonagall take two steps forward, gently unrolling a roll of parchment.
"Whoever I am by now, put on a hat, sit on a stool, and listen to the branch." She said, "Hannah Aibo!"
A little girl with red cheeks and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a sorting hat. The hat was obviously too big for her, covering her eyes at once.
Maca looked at this rashly little girl and found it really funny.
She sat down, and after a while, she heard the Sorting Hat protracted and shouted, "Hitchpitch--!"
The people at the right table applauded Hannah, welcoming her to sit at their table, and the fat monk ghost near the long table happily waved to her.
"Susan Burns."
"Hitchpitch--!" Shouted another hat. Susan hurried to Hannah and sat down.
Branch continued, and the hat was skillfully changing one strange tune after another, and it seemed that every semester was pondering these boring things to pass the time.
Not surprisingly, the trio of Harry was assigned to the Gryffindor Academy representing boldness and courage; Anthony and Lisa met on the train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course Ernie was assigned Hufflepuff.
The Michael, who had swallowed the Frober caterpillars around Maca, did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw College. It can be seen that he was actually a little reconciled.
"Maca McLean."
Finally, it was his turn, and Ma Ka stepped forward immediately, took the sorting hat, and hesitated to cover it with her fate.
"Uh ... you look reluctant?" The Sorting Hat twisted and said dissatisfied.
"In fact, I hope you can take a bath for yourself." Maca did not deny, he estimated that this hat can roughly understand his thoughts, it is best to tell the truth.
"Well, I think so, but I can't crawl to the bathroom by myself, right?" The Sorting Cap twisted again, and the erect cap tipped down discourageously. "But every principal didn't think of such a thing. They too busy."
Complained a little, it regained its original vitality again, and muttered to itself.
"Well, ah, it's hard, it's very hard," said the Sorting Hat. "It stands to reason that you have to go to Ravenclaw. The atmosphere there allows you to absorb the essence of knowledge more fully; but your little smart and Only in Slytherin can the overall situation be cultivated more thoroughly ... "
"What about Gryffindor and Hatchpatch?" Marka asked curiously.
啊 "Ah? Gryffindor! Do you think it is possible?" The Sorting Hat asked in a strange tone directly.
"Well, I actually think so ..." Maca pouted and said helplessly.
At this moment, the sorting hat suddenly twisted itself, and pointed the wide brim of the hat with the tip of the hat, and then thought, and said, "Well, Hedgehog, yes, yes, yes ... you have to Go there, it should be the right choice. "
He said, without waiting for Maca to speak, he just opened his throat and shouted, "Hitchpitch--!"
With a look of confusion, Maka put the hat back on the four-legged stool, walked towards Hutchpac's long table with doubts in her head, and took a seat in the applause of the seniors.
"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is-stupid! Crying nose! Residue! Screw!" Marca stopped and heard The conversation of a tall senior looked up at Dumbledore who was talking, "Thank you!"
After Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to applaud.
"What do you mean?" Maca tilted her head and asked the senior.
"I don't know, maybe the professor is just showing his sense of humor." The senior shrugged, saying he didn't understand, "Follow the music, don't worry too much."
At this moment, a large amount of food suddenly appeared on the empty gold plate on the long table. Roast beef, grilled chicks, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup soup, everything you need, UU reading www.uukanshu.com People were dazzled.
"What's this again?" Maca reached over a plate, "Mint hard candy?"
"Professor Dumbledore likes this recently." The senior explained the meat on the lamb chops with a vague voice, "He will always share his favorite sweets and drinks with everyone."
After hearing that, Maca shrugged, and pushed the plate filled with mints away.
"Maca, aren't you hungry?" Not far away, Ernie watched curiously as Maca sipped the roast beef into his mouth, and couldn't help asking.
"Oh, I don't eat a lot." Maca smiled. Obviously, while ensuring that the food was not so ugly, he bet his efficiency on speed.
"Want me to look at Ernie, he's keeping his manners!" A schoolgirl who looked a little bit careless, joked with a smile of Maca.
"Ah! Seeing through Sister Xue," Maca didn't get annoyed at all, but she made fun of herself. "Otherwise, how can you let Sister Xue talk to me! I mean, a beautiful girl like Sister Xue . "
The school sister didn't expect to be teased by Maca once again, but she caught her cheeks flushed, but said stubbornly, "Oh, this is pretty good, you little boyfriend, school sister, I book it!"
嚯 "Oh! Charlotte, you're finally getting married!" The other girl next to her smiled at her and seemed to be her good friend.
Amid the roar of the students around, Charlotte couldn't help it anymore, and quickly lowered his head to fork a slice of baked potato from his plate and sent it into his mouth. The pretty face turned redder.