After Hermione was sorted into her house, she glanced at William as she left.
Although she didn’t say anything, William knew that it was a silent way of telling him that Gryffindor was the best.
He didn’t have much of an opinion on this; as long as it wasn’t Slytherin, it was fine.
At this moment, Harry and Ron leaned in.
“William, what’s wrong with Hermione?” Harry asked curiously.
“She’s just telling me that Gryffindor is the best and hopes I’ll be sorted into Gryffindor too.” William didn’t hide anything regarding this question.
“I’m with Hermione on this one; Gryffindor is the best.
Of course, the other houses aren’t bad either, except for Slytherin,” Ron said firmly.
Glancing at the platinum-blonde boy who looked like he was about to come over, William quickly spoke up: “Stop talking for now, the Professors are looking over.”
As soon as he said this, those who wanted to speak fell silent.
Soon, William heard a familiar name.
“Draco Malfoy.”
Looking at the person going up, it was indeed that platinum-blonde boy.
“Slytherin!”
This result was not outside of William’s expectations, but what he never expected was that when Draco left, just like Hermione, he gave the three of them a glare that was both arrogant and seemingly resentful.
Yes, even though he hadn’t interacted with him, he was caught in the crossfire.
“That’s why I said I don’t want to go to Slytherin,” William muttered softly.
Not long after, the name Harry Potter rang out, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the Great Hall.
To be honest, at this moment, William wanted to hide far away.
Fortunately, Harry went up quickly, but the result took a long time to appear.
“Gryffindor!”
As the Sorting Hat’s voice fell, the people in Gryffindor immediately cheered loudly, and even the consistently stern Professor McGonagall couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth turn up slightly.
After that, the new students went one by one.
William estimated and felt that it would soon be his turn.
“William Robert.”
Sure enough, it was his turn.
Stepping forward quickly and sitting down, William had the Sorting Hat placed on his head, which also blocked his vision.
With the Memory Labyrinth and the system’s two firewalls in place, the information about his life before transmigration was sealed away.
Forget the Sorting Hat—even if Dumbledore came, he wouldn’t find it.
In fact, even the information he was giving to the Sorting Hat now was something he had actively exposed for it to see.
At this moment, the Sorting Hat’s voice sounded in his mind: “A vigorous thirst for magical knowledge, that’s very suitable for Ravenclaw; oh, and qualities of friendliness and integrity, a love for fine food, that’s very Hufflepuff; besides that, I also sense your shrewdness, but not much ambition, so Slytherin would work too.”
“Slytherin is absolutely out of the question!” William interrupted the Sorting Hat’s words.
Immediately, he couldn’t help but imagine the scenario if he were sorted into Slytherin.
If those people came looking for trouble, he feared he would have to use his wand plus thermal weapons to give those little snakes a baptism.
After all, he was not someone who would take things lying down.
It reminds me of my master, Godric Gryffindor; that was his style.”
“Uh, Gryffindor also had a wand in one hand and a bomb in the other?”
William naturally knew it was a longsword, but at this time, he should act as if he didn’t know.
“Of course not.
Gryffindor had a wand in one hand and a longsword in the other, directly slaying enemies who invaded Hogwarts until they trembled with fear.” The Sorting Hat’s tone was full of nostalgia.
“I still think bombs would be more effective.
When in doubt against an enemy, use a wand to lock them down and a baptism of guns and cannons.”
As he spoke, William even visualized the scene for the Sorting Hat to see.
The Sorting Hat fell silent for a moment after seeing it, then asked: “What if that still doesn’t solve it?”
William gave an answer without even thinking.
“Naturally, it would mean the firepower coverage was insufficient; just do another two rounds of saturated baptism.”
Sorting Hat:…
“Child, if I couldn’t see your brilliant qualities, I would almost want to say Azkaban.”
William:…
“Let’s end this conversation; I want to go to Hufflepuff,” William said.
He was having a perfectly good chat, and yet it wanted to sort him into Azkaban—this conversation couldn’t go on.
“Alright, I understand,” the Sorting Hat replied, and then it shouted out loud,
“Gryffindor!”
William:!!!!