Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"Susan Burns... Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Finley... Hufflepuff!"

In the large and beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat is opening its mouth from the edge gap, and while talking and singing, it is still restlessly twisting. Occasionally, a few little wizards who are not afraid of things knead the brim of the hat, giving out strange laughter.

As the names of the students and the colleges assigned to them were announced from the mouth of the sorting hat, the little wizards were either warmly or perfunctorily clapping their hands on the seats below.

At least in this orientation meeting, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who are not agreeable to each other, will maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

The little wizards waiting to be assigned to the college in the audience watched nervously or expectantly as others put on their hats, and then walked to the corresponding college seats in the funny voice of their hats.

However, among all the new students, there was a skinny boy who was out of place. He was staring blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations and weird candles suspended in the air. The bright lights of the big auditorium shone brightly, and half transparent ghosts could be seen flying through the air. All of these things made the boy feel uncomfortable for a while, It was a long time before he murmured to himself.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

"Strange, I was dying in the hospital bed, wasn't I?" When the boy felt familiar and strange about everything around, a high female voice resounded in the big exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Mileva McGonagall stood in front of the four corner table where the sorting hat was placed, looked at the parchment roll in his hand, but after waiting for a long time, he did not see the new students coming, so he had to frown and read aloud again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I haven't seen anything happening among the freshmen for a long time, so even Dumbledore cast a puzzled look, and the old students of the colleges talked about it in private.

"Who? Who's Ivan? How dare you?"

"It can't be the wrong way to miss the sorting ceremony, can it?"

"Now it's interesting..."

......

At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps towards their backs, except that the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not yet figured out his status was still standing there, looking very conspicuous.

"Mr. Evan Hals, please come to this stage!" Professor McGonagall repeated again.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in a daze, and suddenly felt that this scene was strange but had an unexpected sense of familiarity.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible, will you? As others do... there are other children who need to be separated next." Perhaps because Ivan is a new student, although Professor McGonagall asked for the fourth time, he didn't mean to be angry, but he felt that the new student might be a little nervous in his heart.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he had been pushed lightly, and then the freshmen in the front row unexpectedly and tactfully pushed Ivan onto the stage one by one.

"OK, kid, come here quickly..." Professor McGonagall walked forward, put Ivan's shoulder on the chair, took the sorting cap and pressed it on Ivan's head.

The sorting hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head, which was quite funny.

"Hey, boy, don't be too shy. You are not the first person to feel nervous in such a place... Trust me, close your eyes and you will pass... It doesn't hurt at all!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. After staying at the freshman's place for a while, he also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt a little hard to believe.

But is this really Hogwarts? The magical place where magic is taught? But that's not

Ivan couldn't help thinking about it, but the sound of the sorting hat rang in Ivan's ear.

"Yes... of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!"

"I guess you must come from a Muggle family, don't you? Every few years, there are always a few new wizards who don't believe that magic is real. They say it's all a trick, and they always want to take a rabbit with long ears out of my body... I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe it..."

The sorting hat rambled with cold jokes, and the cracked mouth almost extended to the brim of the hat.

The ability of sorting hat to read the memory made Ivan dare not think too much at once, so he quickly converged.

But perhaps because of the influence of the sorting hat, Ivan's mind is like a slide, flashing strange memories. The scattered Ivan can't piece together himself, it seems that a witch is teaching her magic

The witch in my memory was about thirty, with beautiful long golden hair, and was talking with her mouth open. Then Ivan only felt a burst of fear coming to his heart

The Sorting Hat is also the first time to see such a messy little wizard. However, I am surprised that Ivan is not from a Muggle family. No child from a wizard family does not know Hogwarts.

Ivan's forehead broke into a cold sweat. Although the thoughts and memories read by the sorting hat were the original owner's, he did not know if the hat would read any important secrets. Ivan could only try to force himself to think about some unimportant things.

"Cough..." Professor McGonagall had to cough twice to remind the branch hat on the stage to get down to business.

The sorting hat then stopped talking. Ivan was relieved at last, but he was also a little curious about which college he would be assigned to.

"Hmm... let me see, optimistic... smart and fond of daydreaming..." The sorting hat dragged a long tone, and suddenly lowered his voice. "And a little black magic..."

"I know black magic?" Ivan thought of his memory vaguely.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare black magic." The Sorting Hat whispered with Ivan, as if talking in a whisper.

"Of course, in my opinion, this is also an interesting black magic, which can always make people see things they don't want to see... Some people have used it to make mischief, maybe you can try this..."

"Although Dumbledore certainly doesn't want anyone to do this again..." The sorting hat told himself.

"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about his dark magic, but now the most important thing is the division.

After the division, he was able to take off the damn hat that could read the memory.

Among the four colleges in Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough courage (or recklessness?). Lavenclaw wants wisdom or the desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to a cunning and insidious character and outstanding magic talent.

As for Hufflepuff It is the kindest and most inclusive college, especially the magic spell related to food. It is the best choice for foodies.

The Sorting Hat said that learning black magic was very consistent with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, he could also be assigned to Ravenclaw because he was optimistic and smart.

Ivan has some narcissistic thoughts

"No, no, no, neither." The tone of the sorting hat suddenly became humorous. "Although it will make you sad to say so, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so...."

"Gryffindor!" As soon as the sorting hat changed its whisper with Ivan, the high voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the sorting hat off his head. He was a little surprised, and even had no time to complain about the evaluation of his talent by the sorting hat.

"Yes... yes, you should go there!" said the Sorting Hat. "I have never made mistakes. You have the corresponding quality!"