Chapter 9: The Branch Where Accidents Are Bound to Happen

"Move forward now," a shrill voice said, "The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."

Professor McGonagall came back and led the freshmen away, and the ghosts disappeared through the opposite wall. Everyone walked through the entrance hall and entered the luxurious auditorium through a double door at the back.

Students from other classes had already sat around four long tables. There was another long table on the platform at the top of the auditorium, which was the seat for teachers.

Inferring from more than 30 freshmen, Chen Bin assumed that less than 5% of the family would not attend Hogwarts, and assumed that the life span of wizards was 100 years old, and set the error value to 20%. There were only 3780 wizards in Britain at most.

This does not rule out the impact of the First Wizarding War on the population that exceeded 20%, nor does it rule out that some wizards have particularly long lifespans.

For example, Grindelwald's great-aunt is still alive and well, but Grindelwald is already more than 110 years old.

How old is his great-aunt? Taste it carefully.

That is to say, the Minister of Magic can challenge the Muggle society of 57 million people by leading the population of a small district, and a village-level school like Hogwarts has cultivated the power to beat the Muggle navy, army and air force.

Isn't it awesome?

The awesome General McGonagall, oh, wrong. The arrogant Professor McGonagall took the first-year students over there and asked them to line up in front of all the senior students, with the teachers behind them.

The ghosts were also mixed in with the students, flashing dim silver light, which contrasted with the twinkling stars on the dark ceiling.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool and a pointed wizard hat in front of the first-year students, and the broken hat opened its mouth and sang automatically. After Chen Bin pretended to be very interested in listening to the song, he clapped his hands along with the thunderous applause of the crowd, and the magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and said, "Whoever's name I call now, put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

After a pause, she began to read the names. "Hannah Abbott!"

Sister Abbott, the first to appear in countless fan fiction, walked out of the queue with a ruddy face. She really had two golden braids, and she stumbled when she walked. Her eyes were also covered after she put on the hat.

Chen Bin had heard Isabelle talk about many English and French fan fictions, so he was very familiar with this part. Even with his eyes closed, he could know what the sorting hat would say after a pause.

"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, and she quickly sat down at this seat. The ghost who had just chatted with her also waved to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted again.

Susan ran quickly to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

When each young wizard was sorted into a house, the students at that table would clap.

When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up and shook his hand.

Sometimes the hat called out the name of the house immediately, and sometimes it took some time to make a decision, but it was finally carried out in an orderly manner.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione trotted to the stool and hurriedly put the hat on her head.

"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.

Ron snorted in dissatisfaction.

Chen Bin saw that Harry's face was pale, and of course he knew that he was thinking nonsense, but he didn't point it out.

When Malfoy's name was called, Malfoy walked over with a swagger.

However, an accident happened!

The hat thought hard for a long time, and finally shouted loudly: "Hufflepuff!"

"Nima! Why is this happening?" Chen Bin was petrified! The story has changed!

Hufflepuff's selection criteria are loyalty and honesty, so aren't students often considered simple?

Chen Bin immediately looked at Dumbledore on the stage, but didn't find anything unusual about him, or the old man was never normal. "Did Dumbledore do something? Why?"

Draco Malfoy was also confused. He sat on the stool for a few seconds, and was driven to the Hufflepuff seat by Professor McGonagall, where he was warmly greeted by his classmates.

His friends Crabbe and Goyle sat on the Slytherin side, staring at Draco Malfoy in a daze.

At this time, there were not many people left, and it was finally his turn: "Harry Potter!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"'

"Is it that Harry Potter?"

Chen Bin didn't pay attention to what people were discussing, and didn't even notice that Harry walked to the Gryffindor table. The prefect Percy stood up and shook hands with him tightly.

The twin brothers of the Weasley family shouted loudly: "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

It was not until Professor McGonagall repeated Chen Bin's name twice that he noticed that it was his turn to be sorted. The little wizards behind him who had not been sorted yet were surprised by his daze.

The hat was put on Chen Bin's head, and he thought for a whole minute, but there was no result, which made all the students curious.

No one expected that Chen Bin was thinking in his heart: "It is impossible to learn magic, and it is impossible to learn magic in this life!"

"Isn't it powerful enough? Even if I, Chen Bin, starve to death, die outside, or jump from here, I will not use magic to cook noodles - um~~ It smells so good!"

"Secret trick! There are thousands of spells, and safety is the first. If you cast spells improperly, your loved ones will shed tears."

"Special move: I want everyone to know that this potion field is also yours! Owned! Owned, yoyoyoyo, skrrrrr! Do you have the Free Style spell?"

The Sorting Hat waited and waited, and finally shouted "Hufflepuff"

"Yes! As expected, you can get into Hufflepuff by pretending to be mentally retarded." Chen Bin was about to take off the hat, and the Sorting Hat immediately whispered: "Mr. Nama, the Sorting Ceremony is not over yet, and I almost got fooled by you. It's a very powerful brain occlumency."

Chen Bin knew that the White Devil was a master of Legilimency, and of course he had been practicing brain occlumency since he was a child, and he also knew how to turn it into a blood curse!

However, he now had a bad feeling, and the hat continued to ponder: "The person who deceived me last time was also named Nama, and I pecked for 20 years... Well, you have bottomless magical power, very similar to her, you should be able to enter Slytherin."

"I don't want to, it's very dangerous there." It's impossible to enter Slytherin, in this life...

"Don't want to go? You are very smart and suitable for Ravenclaw, but you are too cunning. Well... You have a heart of justice, huh? How can you have the heart to fight against evil forces for more than ten years?"

Chen Bin rolled his eyes and thought: "Will I tell you that I was a policeman for more than ten years in my previous life?"

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Fuck! This is more dangerous!" Chen Bin took off his hat angrily.

The students in the audience also looked at him in surprise, all because he just spoke Chinese.

Chen Bin suddenly turned around and stared at Dumbledore on the stage, and the latter's eyes instantly shifted to the starry sky on the ceiling, and he whistled softly.

"It must be this old man who did something." Chen Bin became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He walked towards the Gryffindor table with a serious face, ignoring the cheering classmates.

Then, he suddenly smiled strangely and sat down gently.