Chapter 649: Choice of Sorting Cap

"Oh yes ... Gryffindor!"
The branch ceremony has begun. Both the new students before the stage and the old students under the stage are looking forward to it at this moment. You know, for every good student in the college, the college may get more college points.
Next to the high stool, Maca watched each new student sitting on the stool with a smile, and sincerely wished them a good school life. In front of him, a scroll of parchment floats floating on it, which is registered with the list of freshmen for this school year.
From the moment the little girl who was sorted into Gryffindor took the sorting cap, Maca nodded at her, and then she glanced at the parchment again.
"Next," he said aloud, "Sarah Hohenheim."
With Maca reporting her name, Sarah walked out of the freshmen queue in front of the teaching staff. I have to say that her petite and lovely appearance is enough to let everyone focus their attention. If she can always maintain the same clever hold on today, she will certainly not be afraid of the male classmates who are not sought after behind her ass.
"... Sit down, please!"
When Sarah reached the high stool, Maca reached out and motioned.
"Thank you."
Sarah leaned slightly towards Maca, then turned and sat on a stool, so Maca clasped the Sorting Hat to her head. As soon as the hat fell on her head, she suddenly tapped.
"Huh?" The cap hat muttered in a confused voice. "Excellent wisdom and knowledge, and the spirit and will that surprised the hat ... have a little bookworm? Um ... talent! Quality talent! Only a pity ... … Talent is not a gift, it really makes a hat a pity ... "
The murmur of the Sorting Hat was quiet, but others might not be able to hear it, and Sarah herself could obviously hear it. When she heard the phrase "talent is not talent", her eyes moved instantly.
"Excuse me, where should I be divided?" She suddenly spoke, interrupting the whisper of the sorting cap.
"Oh, does this need to be said?" The Sorting Cap twisted its tip and shouted cheerfully, "Ravenclaw!"
Anyway, Ravenclaw naturally has another little beauty, which is undoubtedly the happiest thing for the kitties today. In a heated and restrained applause, Sarah returned the hat on her head to Maca, and walked towards the Ravenclaw table unhurriedly.
"'Talent is not a gift'?" Maca watched her leaving back and said casually, "What do you mean? Do you mean her alchemy?"
"Yeah!" The Sorting Hat twisted again in his hand. "It's rare and excellent ... It's a pity ... Her talent won't grow up ... Oops ..."
"That's it," Maka thoughtfully thoughtfully. "Did you want to find your way in the other direction because alchemy is over?"
In a sense, Maca's conjecture was not wrong at this time. However, some things can't draw the so-called "truth" from the clues of that star.
"Huh ..." He pressed his mind for a moment, glanced at the names on the list, and then exclaimed, "Next, Natalie Johnson!"
There are not many new students this year, but the separation ceremony is sometimes fast. Especially for those students with distinctive personality, the sorting cap always reacts as soon as it falls down, and then pulls its strange tone to yell a college name that matches the student.
Alexander waited in wait in the line, and the called classmates sat on the stool one by one, and then a broken hat decided that the college destined to accompany them until adulthood. If it were placed in the original world, this ritual would definitely make people laugh, but no one can laugh now.
It's all because of that broken hat ... actually speaking!
After several wonderful sights, Alexander thought he was no longer surprised. But when he saw the hat talking and even singing, he was deeply shocked.
"Ens, aren't you surprised at all? The hat speaks ..." He stared at the classmate who was receiving the branch, and raised his hand subconsciously to touch the only boy who knew him.
"What's that?" Ens replied indifferently, but his gaze remained on the ceiling of the auditorium, looking at the illusion of the starry sky, "You haven't seen anything more wonderful ... Ah, is this the magic world that mom once lived? "
He looked up at the ceiling while whispering softly, but his thoughts had already flown to the ice cave in the ice and snow that day ... Of course, there was the huge stone hall in the deepest cave.
Just then, a voice would wake him up.
"... Next, Ens Taun."
"Hey, it's your time ..." Alexander poked him again.
"I heard!"
Ens, who had returned to God, poked his lips, then quickly retracted his gaze, and walked towards Maca.
"Hello!" Marka looked at him. "Sit!"
The boy, who was also approached by Maca, was a little bit different from other children. When this little guy's magic was gone for the first time, Maca was right next door to his house, so he saw him almost immediately.
But after that, when he wanted to talk to the father and son again after the holiday, he was unexpectedly rejected by Ens's irritable father at the door. The reason he was given at the time was simple-the other party knew exactly what Hogwarts was, they could prepare themselves for school and board the Hogwarts Express on time on the first day of school.
In this case, of course, Maca has no reason to blend in, right?
So it was not until this evening that he had seen this little boy named Ens Taun for the second time. It is naturally impossible to say that Maca is not interested in the story of their home.
It was just a trivial matter, no matter how curious he was. Maca didn't care too much, just said hello, and after he sat down, he was ready to put on his sorting hat.
But the moment the hat was about to fall above Little Enz, the front door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and a voice rushed inwardly.
Maca gave her a hand and looked at the other in doubt-it was Filch. Although he was a bit rough on weekdays, he wouldn't make some moths in the important branch ceremony. It looks like something happened.
Not mentioning Marka's secret consciousness, she saw Filch trotting fiercely, rushing behind Professor McGonagall, and then bent down to say something in her ear.
At the next moment, Professor McGonagall waved at Maca.
"The people of the Wizarding Union are here. Please explain to them! The branch is an important ceremony for us at Hogwarts, and we have to ask them to wait a moment."
"Come here so late, apparently here to come ..." Maca shrugged, whispering, "I see ... Professor Snape, I'll leave it to you to call the branch, and I'll take care of it!"
Since the end of last semester, he has been in touch with him. This time, it is obviously not easy to change people.
"Ok."
Snape took the list and sorting hat from him and nodded. When Marka leaves the auditorium, the main door slowly closes again, and Snape clasps the Sorting Cap on Ens's head.
"Did it start again? I'll see ... oh, it's difficult ... really, it's really a bit difficult," the hat began to snap again. "Slytherin? Slytherin? You must have enough ambition, I also have a good sense of determination ... but, um ... if you want courage, obviously, you have a clever head ... yes! Hey, little guy! You can say, where do you want to go? "
Although he was in front of Alexander just now, he acted indifferently to the Sorting Hat. But at the moment when it really landed on his own head, the kind of evaluation that pointed at his heart, made his scalp tingle.
"You ... you ask me?" Ens felt a little bit unsure of how to answer, "Uh ... I don't know. I think ... you'll be fine."
"Really? Well ... then Slater ... oh! No no no, wait a minute! I think we have another option!" The Sorting Hat jumped up suddenly and screamed, " Hedgehog! "
Ens covered one eye with the sorting hat that jumped up and fell back to his head, and reached out to raise the hat, but the doubt in his heart made him take it off immediately.
In fact, it was obvious—he didn't understand at all. Why did he always say the names of other colleges from the beginning, but in the end, he came up with a "Hitchpitch"?
"Why ... uh, Hitchpitch?" Ens rolled his eyes and looked over his head, but he could only see a big brim.
"Kacha! Because I think this is a good choice! Little guy ~ EbookFREE.me ~ you-"
The Sorting Hat laughed, and seemed to want to say something else, but Snape had already mentioned it and reported the next name.
The number of students who have been assigned to Hedgehog this year is still the most, at least for now. Although Ens didn't care much about which college to go to, he was still very depressed because he was somewhat confused.
Just as he walked to Hitchpac's long table with a puzzled face, another student following his name was quickly assigned to Slytherin. Not only that, but even the next name was pronounced by Snape.
"... Alexandr Wolf."
Enz heard it, and glanced subconsciously, and Alexander ran towards the high stool. And with the snap of Snape's hands, the word "Gryffindor" rang loudly.
"Seriously, it's more comfortable with less nonsense!"
Seeing Alexander looking this way, Ens turned back decisively and scratched his scalp dissatisfied.