Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Wright jumped off the four-legged stool, stuffed the Sorting Hat into his arms, and began to apologize again.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing next to Wright, had her mouth wide open. Just now she was hoping that the boy would not cause trouble again during the sorting process. But what just happened?

A freshman took off the sorting hat and covered its mouth?

Merlin's beard!

Professor McGonagall felt as if she was a little unsteady on her feet.

"Hat, I know you can think!" Wright whispered on the side of the hat while apologizing to the students on the four long tables, "I won't try to manipulate your thoughts, but I hope you can think carefully! "

Wright bowed to the teacher's desk one last time, then sat back on the stool.

The hall became quiet again, and everyone's eyes were on Wright, except Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall did not look at Wright, but looked at the teacher's chair behind her. She felt that she could not bear the trouble just now. She only hoped that this child would not be sorted into Gryffindor later, because that would To a large extent, this means that he may not be able to see his college win the Academy Cup for the next seven years;

Dumbledore was sitting on the huge golden chair in the center of the teacher's seat. He had an interesting smile on his face, and his blue eyes looked at Wright carefully behind the half-moon lenses. He didn't seem to have any thoughts. I sensed something was wrong with Wright's actions just now.

Trelawney leaned forward and stared at Wright closely. Her third eye told her that this boy who was waiting for sorting might come to Hogwarts with some disasters; Professor Flitwick looked at Wright curiously. Hagrid was as curious as his expression; Quirrell, the Muggle Studies professor, seemed to be thinking about something and didn't pay much attention to the unfinished sorting ceremony.

Professor Sprout's expression was serious, while Snape's face was cold. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with Wright's rejection of Slytherin House just now.

Taking a deep breath, Wright put on the Sorting Hat again.

"Oh, my God. This has never happened before." In Wright's ear, a small voice sounded, "You just hurt me, kid."

"Sorry." Wright said silently in his heart.

There was no doubt that the Sorting Hat could hear what Wright was thinking.

"Well, I forgive your rudeness." The Sorting Hat responded in Wright's mind, "After all, I can't do anything to you, except sort you into a house you don't like, haha."

Wright didn't know what to say, so he could only repeat that he was sorry.

"But do you dislike Slytherin so much?" the Sorting Hat asked Wright.

"It's not that I don't like Slytherin," Wright pursed his lips, "I just don't want to go there."

"Well, generally speaking, I will take the initiative to sort the children into colleges. But occasionally I will listen to the children's opinions and sort them into the colleges they want to go to."

"So, can you take the initiative to make a decision on the Sorting Hat? Or do you already have self-awareness?" Wright suddenly asked.

The Sorting Hat suddenly fell silent.

The entire hall was silent for nearly a minute, and then everyone started whispering.

"What's going on? Why doesn't the Sorting Hat move?"

"I don't know, maybe the boy named Wright just broke it?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Sorting Hat has been around for nearly a thousand years. How could it break just because it was held in someone's arms?"

"Then what's going on now?"

"Maybe this kid is a 'hat embarrassment'!"

"'Hat embarrassment'? You mean like Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick?"

"Professor Flitwick was only close to hat-shame. He didn't stay under the Sorting Hat for five minutes. Professor McGonagall was the real hat-shaker. She wore the Sorting Hat for five and a half minutes!"

"Sorry, what is the embarrassment you are talking about?" A freshman who had just been sorted looked at the seniors who were discussing enthusiastically with confusion.

"Hat embarrassment is a very old term, specially used to describe a type of students in our school." A senior senior glanced at the freshmen and explained to him, "Generally speaking, when the student's sorting process exceeds Five minutes, then this student is in trouble.”

"However, true hat embarrassment is rare and only occurs once every fifty years, just like Professor McGonagall." The senior senior student added, "People close to hat embarrassment are more common, Professor Flitwick It’s almost embarrassing.”

"Will Wright be embarrassed?" the freshman continued to ask.

"I don't know, let's keep looking down!"

…

Nearly two minutes passed, and the Sorting Hat remained motionless, and the noise in the auditorium became louder and louder.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall cast a loud voice on herself, and then shouted to the students in the auditorium.

The messy auditorium was quiet for a while, but then a slight voice sounded again.

Wright, who stayed under the Sorting Hat, also spent these somewhat difficult three minutes. He was closing his eyes tightly and sweating slightly on the tip of his nose. This was one of the few times when he was watched by everyone in the audience, and Wright felt a little nervous.

"No one has ever asked me this question, never." The Sorting Hat suddenly twisted, and then the subtle voice rang in Wright's ears again.

"So have you thought clearly?" Wright secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "About your self-awareness?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to be self-conscious."

"This should?"

"Yes!" the Sorting Hat said, and it could be heard that it was a little happy now. "For nearly a thousand years, I have been responsible for sorting children into different houses, and I have accumulated a lot of memories because of this, but that's all. "

"Sorry, how did you accumulate memories?" Wright couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's Legilimency. This magic has been solidified on my body." The Sorting Hat said, "Don't interrupt me now, just listen to me."

Wright immediately fell silent.

"Although I have a large amount of memory, my ability to think is mainly borrowed from the children wearing hats." said the Sorting Hat. "Essentially, I am a mirror, similar to the Mirror of Erised. Although you may not know that broken mirror, it is not me who sorts the children, but the children who sort themselves."

"The vast majority of children don't care whether I have self-awareness. You are the only one who has asked me this question in thousands of years."

"And the moment you asked that question, I suddenly became self-aware."

It took Wright a while to understand the meaning of the Sorting Hat, but he didn't care about it now. He felt that he had been under the Sorting Hat long enough.

"So can you sort me into another hospital now?"

"Okay, which house do you want to go to?" the Sorting Hat said, "I still insist on sorting you into Slytherin."

"Ravenclaw." Wright expressed his thoughts.

"Okay, let's go then..."

"Ravenclaw!" Hat shouted out Wright's decision.

"I have many other things to say to you. If you are free, you can come to me in the principal's office on the eighth floor." Before Wright took off his hat and returned it to Professor McGonagall, the hat quickly said in Wright's ear.