Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Sure enough, ten seconds later.

"quiet."

With the faint and old voice, all the whispering children around fell silent. It was as if someone had pressed the volume OFF button.

A thin, gray-haired old man slowly turned out from behind the flaming hallway. He was wearing a bronze-colored robe, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

This is an unknown teacher at the school.

Hoffa's breathing was a bit depressed. He didn't know why. The moment he saw the old man, he felt that Hogwarts might be much stricter than it would be 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the new students with his hands behind his back: "You will learn a lot at Hogwarts, but what you have to learn first is not magic, but discipline."

Wherever the old man's eyes glanced, the new students without exception lowered their heads.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin. Whichever college you are assigned to is the college. There is no dispute. Follow me."

The old man finished speaking very succinctly, without any intention of explaining to them.

With one hand behind his back, he turned to the hall, walking in a rather domineering posture.

A group of freshmen, led by the old man, walked through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, and the walls were lit with raging flames every ten meters.

Several students around whispered.

"Is that the vice-principal Adbe?"

"... so fierce, even more fierce than the legends."

"Hush!!"

As soon as they said a few words, someone hurriedly told them to shut up. They looked fearful and even flinched.

Adbe Gorshack, it was him.

Hoffa glanced at the calm Miranda.

So, is this old man her grandfather? It seems really strict.

While thinking, Hoffa looked at his surroundings. There aren't any ghosts walking around here. The only thing that is quiet is the footsteps of the new students, and the oil painting eyes on the wall slowly turn with them, but most of them are silent.

Through the corridor, a group of freshmen came to the Hogwarts Great Hall.

In the solemn and dim auditorium, the floor was covered with a blue carpet.

The surrounding voices were a little louder, but they were all very restrained whispers. It's not like talking and laughing freely like on the train.

This place is not as romantic as the novels written in later generations, there are no hundreds of burning candles, and there are no warmly welcoming prefects.

The lighting here is provided by braziers.

There are braziers on the surrounding walls, and every time the new students walk a certain distance, the braziers are lit up, and the hall is brighter.

Above the dome of the ceiling, thousands of bright stars slowly rotate in the darkness.

Such as the ancient and obscure astrology, unfathomable, serious and rigid.

Hoffa looked at the classroom seats in the crowd. In the middle of the classroom seats was an old man with a white beard. He had dark eyes, a thin figure, and half of his hair was bald.

Armando Dippet, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts.

With just one glance at Hoffa, he was sure that this guy was not a headmaster like Dumbledore at all.

There was no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.

It is said that there is an atmosphere of rules and order in the whole school.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore. At the moment, he was sitting on the left side of the teaching staff, and he was talking in a low voice with a fat black-haired man next to him.

Hoffa saw the fat man and immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Head of Slytherin House.

The man who taught Voldemort the secret of splitting his soul is back in the same position more than fifty years later.

Walking to the foot of a giant eagle statue in front of the teaching staff, the vice-principal, Adebe Gorshack, turned around. Beside him, is a blue stool.

On the stool was a gray and crumpled hat.

"Row in row."

The serious Professor Gosak said coldly.

His voice was flat, but all the freshmen immediately followed the order and stood in a row.

Professor Goshak took out a long roll of parchment from his cuff.

"Whoever hears the name, come up and wear the sorting hat."

"Icaran Mitt"

A boy trotted over and put his hat on his head frantically, and the Sorting Hat immediately shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

There was a faint applause from a table on the left, and these people were quite restrained when they applauded. Not as intense as described in later books.

"Alphad Black." Goshak continued to announce his name.

The surname Hoffa is very familiar.

black.

A member of Sirius' family.

He looked up and saw a boy in a black robe with an indifferent face separated from the crowd and sat on a high stool.

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a long time on his head, and then sorted him into Slytherin. This Blake frowned, as if he was still a little unhappy.

Hoffa watched the boy his own age walk by, wondering what the relationship between this man and the future Sirius Black was.

Not long after Alphard left, Hoffa heard a familiar name again.

"Irene Prince."

Prince? Erin Prince?

Half-Blood Prince Snape the fuck?

Hoffa looked up immediately.

It was a dark-haired girl with pale features, greasy hair, freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She trot nervously to the Sorting Hat, which quickly sorted her into Slytherin.

Hoffa thought to himself that he has eyes today, and these people present are the ancestors of future celebrities! He was even thinking, if he got the Irene Prince just now, could he become Snape's father...

Hoffa quickly shook his head. He felt that it was not good to think about such ghosts in such a serious auditorium.

Moreover, Irene is not beautiful...

The Sorting Hat is sometimes fast and sometimes very slow.

A few seconds for the fast ones.

Some people waited for as long as a minute. During this period, everyone in the hall also waited silently without any sound.

The crowd stepped forward one by one, except of course, except for some big family names of later generations. It was difficult for Hoffa to hear familiar people in this sorting ceremony.

Suddenly, as Goshak yelled: "Aglaia S. Drasses.

A blue-eyed, silver-haired girl walked out of the crowd, and sat on the high stool with a blank expression.

Hoffa rolled his eyes.

It turned out that her name was Aglaia S. De Laces. What a stinky, long name.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched her silver hair, it yelled, "Ravenclaw."

Damn it, Hoffa shook his head secretly, it's a pity that he is not a sorting hat, otherwise he would definitely assign this guy to Slytherin.

Aglaia put down the Sorting Hat and walked down the steps, giving Hoffa a mocking smile as she passed. As if mocking his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought that if he was Harry Potter, this guy must be a character like Malfoy

"Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

A name from the vice principal's mouth interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He raised his head, wanting to witness this historic moment.

The slender Tom separated from the crowd and walked slowly to the Sorting Hat. He seemed calm, but Hoffa keenly observed that his hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. Obviously very excited.

Only for a second.

The Sorting Hat: "Slytherin!"

The table on the far right erupted into applause, which was three points more enthusiastic than the applause of the others. In such a serious atmosphere, this is not easy.

In less than an afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

The boy put down the Sorting Hat, and Hoffa saw a little relief on his face.

Oddly enough, Voldemort felt the same way.

After more than a dozen people were separated, Vice Principal Goshak finally announced their names expressionlessly.

"Hoffa Bach."

Miranda gave Hoffa a slight push, and Hoffa stepped out of the crowd.

The others didn't respond. To them, this was just an extremely common name.

But one person's eyes widened.

Aglaia, who was sitting at the corner of the Ravenclaw table, was still expressionless and lacking in interest.

But when she saw Hoffa coming out, she was a little puzzled at first.

Then her complexion turned pale immediately, and a humiliated anger rushed straight to her forehead. She slammed her fist on the table, causing the Ravenclaws next to her to look sideways.

"asshole."

Aglea gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words. Only then did she know that this boy was not Miller Goshack at all. It's called Hoffa Bach.

In her opinion, the ignorance of this Bach classmate on the train was the greatest insult to her.

Of course Hoffa didn't know that his actions on the train had offended a Ravenclaw, so he sat on the high stool and put on his hat nervously.

It sounds casual, but at this moment, he couldn't help being nervous.

As soon as he put on the hat, the Sorting Hat whispered in his ear.

"Difficult, difficult, I haven't seen such a difficult student for a long time. Brave, yes. Not bad-hearted, but also very smart, and naturally not lacking in ambition. All four colleges are quite suitable for you."

Hoffa was speechless. Is this a different way to scold me for being uncharacteristic and unrecognizable to everyone.

The passage of time by minute and second is longer than anyone's delay. After a full three minutes, Hoffa was still sitting on the stool.

Professor Gosak, who was standing aside, gave Hoffa an extra glance.

The Sorting Hat keeps muttering in Hoffa's ears.

"...First exclude Hufflepuff, you are not suitable there. Secondly, I also want to exclude Slytherin. Although you have ambitions, it is not enough, not enough for Slytherin's standards."

Hoffa was breathing a little short of breath.

The Sorting Hat: "That leaves Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Well, let me see."

Hoffa was a little nervous, Ravenclaw, it's okay if it's normal, but since he met that silver-haired girl, he really doesn't want to stay in the same academy with that kind of person.

Suddenly, he had an idea, he thought that when Harry Potter wore the sorting hat, it was difficult to choose the hat, about Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end Harry Potter made his own choice and chose Gran fendo.

So Hoffa also learned and behaved, he chanted in his mind.

Don't go to Ravenclaw Don't go to Ravenclaw Don't go to Ravenclaw

So the Sorting Hat yelled, "Ravenclaw!"