Chapter 19 Then Slytherin will get an excellent wizard
The old hat's words made Harry's heart tighten.
Broken and discovered?
"Really?" Harry asked pretending to be calm, neither saying yes nor no.
"Yes, the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes." The Sorting Hat said firmly: "I remember you. The last time I sorted you, I advised you to go to Slytherin, but you had to go to Gryffindor. ”
If nothing unexpected happened, he really wouldn't mind going to Slytherin.
It was only when he was applying for bursaries that he and Phineas Black were alone for a while.
When he came out, he asked Vice Principal Weasley which college Principal Black was from.
After receiving the answer "Slytherin", Harry instantly became convinced.
Even if I drop out of school, I won’t go to Slytherin!
"What about this time, will you still suggest that I go to Slytherin?" Harry asked.
"I don't think a person who dares to drink Polyjuice Potion and become the headmaster would be a Slytherin. Oh my god, you don't know Phineas's face at that time. He was really angry." The Sorting Hat gloated: "You even ordered the Gryffindor flag to be permanently flown in the Great Hall, although Phineas quickly reversed the order."
Having said this, the old hat suddenly reacted.
"Wow, time is such a magical thing. I didn't expect you to be eleven again, but don't worry, the old hat will keep your secret."
"Really?" Harry didn't believe it.
"Old Hat has never revealed any secrets about the little wizard since he was created." The Sorting Hat vowed: "Even the big trouble that gave Albus a headache."
Regarding the ethics of the Sorting Hat, Harry still wanted to believe it.
After all, if the Sorting Hat really revealed the little wizard's secrets to others, then there would be no dark wizard Voldemort in Hogwarts.
"Then which college will you advise me to go to this time?" Harry asked again in his mind.
"No one would betray their own house, right?" The Sorting Hat laughed, "There is no doubt that you are Gryffindor."
"Then what are you waiting for? Announce the sorting result, I'm ready." Harry said impatiently, the stares from all directions made him a little uncomfortable.
Although he knew that the Sorting Hat communicated with people on a spiritual level, he was still a little uncomfortable with it.
"This is really sad, little one." The Sorting Hat complained: "Old friends should meet to catch up with each other, but you can't wait to get rid of the old hat. It really saddens the hat."
"You have intentions too?" Harry asked in surprise.
"I think I've changed my mind. You should be sorted into Azkaban." The Sorting Hat's voice was mixed with a little dissatisfaction.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Harry quickly apologized to the old hat, joking, he didn't want to be escorted to Azkaban.
Then he asked: "In what year did this principal enter the school? Why do I have no impression of him at all?"
"Headmaster." The Sorting Hat recalled it and said to Harry: "If I remember correctly, he should have enrolled in your seventh grade year, but Phineas said that you were missing, so he didn't know him. He is also normal - how about it, do you feel complicated when you see your junior disciple become the principal?”
"Indeed, a little bit." Harry said in agreement: "But I have never met the headmaster when I was a child, so there is no sense of violation."
"Haha, you should meet little Albus when he was young." The old hat's voice had a hint of cunning.
"Really, which house is he from?" Harry asked.
"Without a doubt, Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat said happily.
Harry nodded understandingly and chatted with the Sorting Hat for a long time.
Finally, the Sorting Hat said with satisfaction: "It is really a pleasure to reminisce with old friends. In return, the Old Hat also prepared a unique sorting ceremony for his friend."
"What is it?" Harry asked curiously. The old hat didn't answer, and just when Harry thought the Sorting Hat was going to shout with all its strength, he suddenly felt a hard object hit his head.
He took off the Sorting Hat and saw a sword hilt inside the hat.
Curious, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled out a gorgeous silver sword with a clang.
At the same time, the Sorting Hat in his hand shouted loudly.
"Without a doubt! Gryffindor!"
The auditorium fell silent, and after a while, a burst of warm applause broke out from the long tables of the three houses except Slytherin.
"We have Potter! We have Potter!" The Weasley twins stood on the stools, waving their arms happily.
Harry turned back and looked at the teacher's desk.
Hagrid clapped wildly, looking uncontrollably excited; Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him and applauded him; but the oily and nice professor felt a little disgusted with him.
Professor McGonagall beside her also had her hands folded, looking very happy that Harry could be sorted into Gryffindor.
"Professor, this?" Harry held the Sorting Hat in one hand and the Sword of Gryffindor in the other.
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"Just leave this to me, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall took the hat and sword from his hands, walked up to Dumbledore, and handed the sword to Dumbledore.
"I really didn't expect you to arrange this kind of sorting, Albus," she whispered.
Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Then he understood what Professor McGonagall meant and replied in the same low voice: "No, Minerva, you will understand in the future. The principal has no right to interfere with the results of students' sorting, let alone order the sorting hat."
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, and finally chose to believe it.
As Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, all the Gryffindors stood up and gave him their heartiest congratulations.
He sat on the left side of Hermione, and on the other side was a gentle-looking boy wearing glasses.
"Percy, Percy Weasley." Percy extended his hand and introduced himself.
Harry reached out and held the other person, knowing that this should be the prefect brother Ron was talking about.
The Weasley family are generally known by their nicknames. For example, Bill's official name is William, and Charlie's official name is Charles.
"Hello, Percy." Harry smiled equally politely.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall called Ron's name.
"It's my brother, my youngest brother," Percy whispered to Harry.
"Gryffindor!" shouted the Sorting Hat.
Ron walked over to Harry, sat down on the seat he and Hermione had reserved for him, and immediately slumped down.
"Very good, Ron, very good!" Percy said in a very exaggerated tone.
"It really scared me to death. I thought I would be sorted into Slytherin." Ron said with lingering fear.
Harry looked at Ron with a smile and said to him: "Then Slytherin will get an outstanding wizard."
Ron rolled his eyes: "Oh shut up Harry, you talk like my mother."
(End of chapter)