After a while, Professor McGonagall brought everyone outside the Great Hall and said, “Before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first determine which house you belong to.
The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family…
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in front of the entire school.”
“I suggest you smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.
I shall return for you when we are ready.
Please keep quiet while you wait.”
Professor McGonagall said this, specifically looking at Ron and Neville, before leaving the room.
As the heavy wooden door was pulled shut with a bang, the Young wizards all breathed a sigh of relief; the pressure from Professor McGonagall as a teacher was too strong.
Ron and Neville, who had been stared at by Professor McGonagall, frantically checked themselves.
Finally, Harry reminded Ron about his nose, and William reminded Neville about his cloak, which allowed the two to relax.
“How do they accurately sort us into which house?” Harry looked at everyone, hoping someone could give him an answer.
“Oh, Fred and George told me about this.
They said the Sorting Ceremony is full of danger, and every year after the sorting, the infirmary is full of people,” Ron said loudly, looking like he had inside information and wanted everyone to look at him.
With that, the nearby Young wizards were indeed attracted.
Ron was very proud of this, but the next second, Hermione spoke up doubtfully:
“Not true.
A senior girl on the train told me that we need to take an exam, and only those with perfect scores can choose their own house.”
This sentence immediately made the already nervous Young wizards gasp again.
After all, very few of the new students present had read the books.
Especially Harry, who couldn’t help but say to William after hearing this, “If I had known this, I would have listened to you and read the books properly during the holidays.”
William:…So, you still didn’t read them.
“Everyone says something different about the Sorting Ceremony.
Those two seniors I know even said that this year we first-years need to use three different spells.”
“But it’s obvious that none of the Young wizards here have learned them.
It’s impossible for everyone to fail and be sent home.”
“So instead of worrying about that, it’s better to tidy up your clothes.
After all, that’s what the Professor told us to do.”
After William finished speaking, he took out his wand and tapped his clothes lightly, whispering “Scourgify,” and they instantly became clean.
But this action of his made the eyes of the surrounding Young wizards widen.
“William, what spell is that? Find the original chapter at g.com.
I haven’t seen it in the textbooks,” Hermione asked, her tone full of surprise and curiosity.
“The Scourgify Charm, a lifestyle spell for cleaning.
Those two seniors taught it to me.
It’s very practical, isn’t it?”
“Mm,” Hermione responded dully; she was a bit discouraged.
She had worked hard for two months to learn three spells, and as a result, William had learned another spell outside the textbooks in just one afternoon.
This dealt a blow to her top-student heart.
Seeing Hermione’s state, William guessed her thoughts.
After all, Hermione at this time was still very easy to read.
“The one who taught me is the top student of his year.
I think if it were you, you could also learn it in an afternoon,” William said.
Harry and Ron didn’t even believe these words themselves, but Hermione believed them because she had that confidence.
Just then, William suddenly noticed a stuck-up little boy with platinum blond hair walking this way with two large, strong lackeys.
He understood that this was the first contact between Draco and Harry, and it also set the stage for their future love-hate relationship.
For such a historic scene, William even wanted to take a photo as a souvenir.
After all, in this world, he was the only one who could carry the drarry banner.
Thinking this, William’s gaze towards Draco became increasingly fervent.
But what he didn’t expect was that after seeing him, the other boy actually stopped in his tracks and then turned and left as if he were fleeing.
Just like that…
he left?!
Just then, someone spoke up:
“The Professor is out.”
William adjusted his mood and looked up to see Professor McGonagall speaking, “Now, follow me.
The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.”
Immediately, everyone followed Professor McGonagall towards the Great Hall.
They went through the entrance hall and then through a pair of double doors into the magnificent Great Hall.
At this time, students from other years were sitting around four long tables, and thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables lit the hall brightly.
On the four tables were glittering golden plates and goblets.
At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers of Hogwarts were already seated.
Between the teachers’ table and the students’ long tables was a four-legged stool, and on the stool sat a very old-looking pointed hat, with the wrinkles on the hat forming the shape of a mouth. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Soon, Professor McGonagall led the new students to the front of the hat, facing the entire upper-year student body.
Then, the hat twitched a few times, a wide slit opened like a mouth, and it began to sing.
“You may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.”
…”
Having struggled through a song, William deeply realized what it meant for singing to be life-threatening.
But before he could recover, Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and said to the new students, “When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool.”
These words undoubtedly told everyone that this was the real Sorting Ceremony.
“Hannah Abbott.”
“Hufflepuff!”
“Susan Bones.”
“Hufflepuff!”
…Just then, William felt someone pulling him, and then heard Hermione ask in a low voice, “William, which house are you planning to go to?”
“Anywhere except Slytherin is fine, but I’m quite fond of Hufflepuff.
Those two seniors on the train gave me a very good impression of Hufflepuff,” William replied.
“Gryffindor is the best.
Dumbledore came from that house, you know,” Hermione countered.
“Yes, Dumbledore came from Gryffindor.
But it wasn’t Gryffindor that made Dumbledore; it was…”
Before he could finish, Professor McGonagall’s voice came from above.
“Hermione Granger.”
After Hermione went up, the second half of William’s sentence was finally spoken.
“Dumbledore made himself.”
Perhaps because of the argument he just had with Hermione, the Sorting Hat didn’t hesitate for as long as it did in the original story.
“Gryffindor!”
…