They passed through the hall again and entered a luxurious dining room.
The other years were already seated around four long tables, the plates and goblets glistening from thousands of candles floating in the air. There was another long table on the stage in front of them. It was the seats for the teachers.
The freshmen lined up facing the seniors, with the teachers behind them. The thousands of faces staring at them looked pale and cold in the candlelight, giving Harry the illusion that he had fallen into a ghost hole.
Was there such a way to look at people? Speechless, Harry looked up and saw specks of starlight on the velvety black ceiling.
This magic is really good. When I buy a house in the future, I want to decorate it like this.
While he was lost in his own thoughts, Professor McGonagall had placed an old, patched, pointed wizard's hat on a four-cornered stool. The room was silent, and as everyone watched, she twisted it and sang with a slit in it:
"You may not think me pretty,
But never judge a book by its cover,
If you can find a prettier hat than mine,
I can eat myself.
You can make your bowler hats black and glossy,
Let your high hats be smooth and stiff,
I'm the Hogwarts test hat,
Of course it's better than your hat.
Any thoughts that are hidden in your heads,
Can not escape the golden eyes of the demon hat,
Try it on, and I'll tell you,
Which academy should you be assigned to?
You may belong in Gryffindor,
There is courage buried in the heart,
Their courage, boldness, and forthrightness,
make Gryffindor stand out;
You may belong to Hufflepuff,
The people there are upright and loyal,
The Hufflepuffs were stoic and honest,
Unafraid of hard labor;
If you are wise,
Maybe into the intelligent Ravenclaw,
Those who are wise and learned
They would always meet their comrades there.
Maybe you'll go to Slytherin,
Maybe you'll make true friends here,
However, those cunning and sinister people would do anything to stop them.
To achieve their goal.
Put me on! Don't be afraid!
Don't panic!
In my hand (though I have no hand)
You are absolutely safe,
Because I'm a thinking hat!”
Not bad, thought Harry, a little amazed, and he joined the crowd in clapping.
The Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables and did not move.
"So, we just need to wear this hat.”Ron began to gnash his teeth behind Harry."I'm going to kill Fred, he's talking like he's going to fight giants.”Harry snickered to himself.
Professor McGonagall held up a roll of parchment and said,"Whomever I call now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the sorting-Hannah? Ai Bo!"
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"Harry? Potter!"
The dining room was in an uproar, and countless whispers converged into a buzz. Harry walked forward nervously, put on the Sorting Hat, sat upright on the four-legged stool, and gripped his robe nervously. He could feel that everyone below the stage was craning their necks to see him clearly. He helplessly thought that the trouble brought by this identity had just begun.
It was pitch black inside the hat. He waited patiently.
"Thank you for praising my singing. It seems that you are very talented in the arts.”A very soft voice spoke beside her ear.
Harry almost laughed, pursed his lips, and thought seriously,"I don't have much knowledge about music. I just like to listen to it. However, your singing is indeed not bad.”
It didn't seem like any student council would talk to the Hat Division about this. It didn't hurry to announce Harry's ownership, but said with great interest,"Of course, I spent an entire year composing each song. Every syllable and every word has been deliberated countless times.”
" No wonder it's so perfect." Harry suddenly felt that it was quite pitiful. It was really cruel for a conscious magical item to be placed on the cabinet every day." You must be lonely.”
"No," said the voice with a hint of amusement."I usually stay in Dumbledore's office, where there's a phoenix called Fawkes, who sings perfectly. There were portraits of old headmistresses with whom I often discussed songwriting-the Slytherins always thought it beneath their dignity to partake in such silly games, and I wouldn't say anything good about them, but it was quite amusing to see them maintain their elegance in their huffs.”
Harry was really embarrassed. He realized that his original idea was too simple. Its life was very different from what he had imagined.
Dumbledore's office, Harry decided, was getting more and more interested in the Wizarding world.
"Ah, I almost forgot. I still have to sort you.”
Harry was starting to get nervous.
"It's going to be hard, you're talented and a good man, oh my God, yes-eager to prove your worth, interesting... So where should I put you?”
It didn't look like the Hat Yard's detection couldn't be fooled, Harry thought casually, and began to mumble,"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin..."
"What? Not Slytherin?" The voice said," Are you sure? You might be able to become a great wizard, you have talent that no one else has, Slytherin can help you succeed, don't you want to change your mind?”
"Not at all! Never!"
"Why?" The voice sounded curious.
"I hate snakes!" Harry thought, aggrieved.!!”This was the truth.
The hatchery began to chuckle under its breath, shaking over Harry's head, who pursed his lips and looked very unhappy.
"Well, if you've made up your mind, go to Gryffindor.”
"Gryffindor," the hatting hall announced loudly to the crowd. Harry returned the hat carefully to Professor McGonagall and made his way to the Gryffindor table, where the cheers were loudest.
Prefect Percy stood up to shake his hand, the Weasley twins called his name, and as he sat down, Nearly Headless Nick patted his left arm, which Harry fought to avoid, feeling as though he had just been dipped in a bucket of icy water.
Hagrid was giving Harry a cheerful thumbs-up from the teachers 'table, and Harry winked at him. Dumbledore was sitting in a large golden chair in the middle of the table, smiling. He didn't pay any special attention to Harry, but Harry was very interested in his bow-tied white beard. Quirrell was still wearing his purple cap, and Harry could feel that the evil aura around him was much weaker than the last time they had met. He greeted him happily, looked at Harry in surprise, nodded stiffly, and looked away. Beside him, a certain person with sallow skin and a hooked nose was talking softly to a surprisingly small professor.
When Ron reached the long Gryffindor table, he slumped into the chair next to Harry as though he had really fought a giant.
The last freshman, Blaise? Zabini was assigned to Slytherin, and Professor McGonagall rolled up her parchment, picked up the Sorting Hat, and left.
Dumbledore stood up and spread his arms wide with a smile.
"Welcome!" he said."Welcome to Hogwarts, everyone! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That was, idiot! Crying! Residue! Twist!"
"Thank you, everyone!"
Dumbledore sat down again to the applause and cheers.
Harry looked at the food that had suddenly appeared in front of him and wondered if Dumbledore's strange words had been a signal to the house-elves to serve. The long table was filled with delicious food, and Ron was already wolfing it down. Harry only tasted some roast meat, then put down his knife and fork and picked up a glass of juice. As he tasted it, he looked around carefully and scanned the long tables in each house.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Nick asked.
"No thanks, I ate something on the train.”said Harry politely.
"It looks pretty good!" Nick looked enviously at the Gryffindors who were eating and drinking. "I haven't eaten for 400 years.”
The new students and Nick discussed the ghosts of Hogwarts and agreed that Peeves was the most important thing to be on guard against, and by the time the food was removed and replaced with pudding, they were already introducing their families.
Harry held his glass, lowered his head, and sipped his juice. Suddenly, he felt a little tired. Was he too tired? He covered his mouth and yawned. Tears welled up in his green eyes, making him look a little misty. He remembered that he had not had a good sleep since he came to this world. Even though he was full of energy after every cultivation, he still hoped to have a good quality sleep to relax his tense nerves. His eyes swept across the teachers 'table and paused, meeting Snape's eyes. Snape's disgusted and disdainful gaze was as solid as a substance, and it was fixed on him fiercely. Harry looked back at him innocently, looking aggrieved and confused. Snape was stunned for a moment, and his gaze gradually became complicated, as if he could see through his eyes into another world.
Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, and the dining room fell silent. Harry and Snape both turned to listen to his announcement of the new term, frowning at the words "Let's sing the school song together."
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts,
Ask us for knowledge,
……
……”
Yawning, Harry found his bedroom, changed into his pajamas, threw himself onto the soft bed with dark red velvet curtains, rolled twice on it, and fell asleep.
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