Chapter 13: Choice of Sorting Hat

　　 Hogwarts colleges, which one is more suitable for you?
　　 To be honest, Matthew had hardly considered this issue before.
　　Because there are too many "bizarre" incidents these days, he even completely forgot the details of the sorting ceremony.
　　 But if you let him make a choice now--
　　Ravenclaw is definitely the most suitable.
　　 Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, shouldn't be too bad.
　　 As for Slytherin, as a Muggle-born wizard, it is unlikely that he will share the past.
　　 In short, look at the "arrangement" of the sorting hat.
　　 Matthew Wickfield sat upright on the small bench, buckled the shabby wizard hat on top of his head, hiding his sight; in the dark world in the hat, quietly waiting for the selection of the sorting hat.
　　……
　　 There was silence without any sound.
　　 This is strange!
　　 As usual, shouldn’t the Sorting Hat communicate with him?
　　 evaluate his xinxing and even consult his opinion.
　　 Matthew waited patiently for about half a minute. He still couldn't hear any movement in his ears, except for the faint noise in the auditorium.
　　 This made him a little anxious.
　　 Could it be that something went wrong with the sorting hat, which suddenly broke?
　　 Still saying that it was a mistake to come to Hogwarts and that he is not a wizard at all. Should he take the train back now?
　　 Or... other unexpected circumstances?
　　 He wanted to take off the hat on his head now, and then asked what was going on with Professor Rozier.
　　 But reason still suppressed the impulse.
hold on--
　　 continued to wait, from beginning to end, the hat did not make any sound.
　　 just waited for a long time, maybe two or three minutes!
　　 "It's terrible!" Matthew heard it suddenly, and a small voice rang in his ear:
　　 "It's terrible... terrible... terrible..."
　　 "Swear by Gryffindor's beard, I have never seen anything so terrible..."
　　 is the sound made by the sorting hat. It is subtle and sharp, and it is clearly audible. The sound seems to be trembling...
　　 Matthew was stunned, wondering why the Sorting Hat made such nonsense.
　　 Immediately afterwards, he heard the hat hoarse, calling out a name to the entire auditorium:
　　 "Slytherin!"
　　 On the long table on the far right, there was a burst of scattered applause.
　　 "???" Matthew just felt that now he was full of question marks.
　　 was assigned to Slytherin College but still second, what Matthew was even more puzzled was what the Sorting Hat suddenly said after a long period of silence.
What does 　　 mean?
　　 Could it be that...
　　 "What else, Mr. Wakefield?" Professor Rozier asked coldly.
　　 "Sorry, madam." Matthew stood up quickly.
　　 Then, he handed the hat to the last student with darker skin who had already been brought in and had not yet been sorted out.
　　……
　　 "Welcome!"
　　 "Welcome to Slytherin!"
　　 "Nice to meet you, Matthew!"
　　 When Matthew came to Slytherin's long table, several enthusiastic Slytherin students stood up and shook hands with him.
　　Of course, there are some people who are whispering...For example, Greengrass and Lestrange, both in the first grade, are pointing to him over there and discussing something.
　　 Matthew was pulled by a senior girl to sit down next to her, and he happened to see the final scene of the sorting ceremony.
　　 The last remaining student, Blaise Shabini, was assigned to Hufflepuff.
　　 Mr. Shabini seems to be quite dissatisfied with the decision of the Sorting Hat.
　　 And Matthew noticed that when the Sorting Hat finally called out the name of the college, his voice was still a bit hoarse and trembling.
　　 Professor Rozier rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat and left the auditorium.
　　As she left, the whole hall became noisy again.
　　 "Hello, Matthew!" The senior girl beside him patted his shoulder gently: "I'm the prefect of Slytherin: Gamma Farley!"
　　 This senior girl has a capable short hair and white skin; although it is not very beautiful, it feels trustworthy.
　　 "Hello, Miss Farley!" Matthew shook hands with her quickly.
　　 He suddenly realized that he was in an awkward situation.
　　 As a Muggle-born first-year freshman, he came to Slytherin College, a gathering place for pure-blood believers.
　　 is like a sheep coming among the lions?
　　 But now that the tree is done, you can only take one step and see one step.
　　 "I was assigned to Slytherin, what do you think now?" Miss Jiama Farley asked with a smile.
　　 "How can I put it..." Matthew replied stutteringly, "Is it a bit complicated..."
"Don't worry, our Slytherin students will take care of each other!" Farley said eagerly: "If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me at any time, UU read www.uukānshu.com or find All other senior students can!"
　　 "Okay, I understand!" Matthew nodded.
　　 "By the way, Wakefield!" On the other side, a slightly frivolous voice suddenly sounded.
　　 is a pale, thin young man.
　　 "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He nodded slightly at Matthew.
"Hello there!"
　　 "May I ask about your parents, I don't remember a pure blood wizard with the surname Wakefield..." Draco Malfoy spoke slowly, dragging his voice, a bit annoying.
　　 "I can't remember what they looked like anymore." Matthew replied honestly.
　　 "Oh, I'm sorry." Malfoy said, but he couldn't hear the slightest apology.
"This is Crabbe, Gore..." He pointed to the two fat guys on the other side, and then pointed to a tall and thin boy across the long table: "And Theodore Knott ..."
　　 "...The five of us are probably all the boys in this session of Slytherin. We should live in the same dormitory."
　　 "I'm honored." Matthew said lightly.
　　 It seemed a bit boring to talk with Matthew, and Draco Malfoy turned around again and started talking to Crabbe and Gore.
　　 Matthew can finally take a good look, the main guest seat on the high platform.
　　 He saw Professor Keitelburn, sitting in the corner closest to him. He has removed all three prosthetic limbs from his body and put them on the side of the dining table.
　　 "Miss Farley!" Matthew turned around.
"what happened?"
　　 "Can you tell me about the teachers in the main guest seat?" Matthew asked softly.
"of course can!"