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Full name – Briso Misha.
Gender: Female.
Age—11.
Before Mr. Dumbledore sent me the interview letter by mail, I had already passed the college entrance examination in China, which requires students aged 16+.
If it weren't for the "accident" of Hogwarts, she would have enrolled in Imperial College London early next year.
A true child genius.
Perhaps it is due to her young age and immature mind, but anyone who ignores her learning ability and IQ because of this is absolutely a complete fool.
To sum up, Wino felt that she was worth fighting for.
"Don't lead the children astray."
Toby's voice came from behind, and Wino shrugged without comment.
Weino didn't care much about the other party's hesitant attitude.
"Human beings are extremely selfish animals after all." He said to himself silently.
"crunch-"
After a few words, the group came to two bonfires. Without Ager raising his hand, the door opened automatically.
Bright light shone from the door, and they squinted instinctively. After adjusting, they finally saw what was going on in the room clearly.
A spacious hall.
The two rows of braziers above the head are suspended by iron chains, with the other end fixed to the ceiling, and flames are burning and jumping in the braziers.
Under the brazier, four long wooden tables, with space enough to seat a hundred people, were placed vertically with equal spaces between them.
The five people stood in front of the door, all at a loss as to what to do.
Of course it’s not because of the overly long wooden table, but because of the person sitting at the table.
There weren't too many people, about twenty at each long table, and they looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
They all wore loose black wizard robes and pointed round-brimmed wizard hats.
Now they were all looking at the door, or to be more precise, the five people standing outside the door.
"he……"
"It's been a while since we had new students at Hogwarts." Agger waved behind him, "Your seniors are bound to be quite excited.
Don't just stand there, go over there quickly."
The five people hurriedly followed him, walked through the aisle between the four long tables, and came to the stone platform at the end of the hall.
To be honest, being stared at by hundreds of people was a bit too much for Leon, even if those eyes were full of kindness.
Fortunately, the things on the stage attracted his attention and relieved his tension in disguise.
The stone platform is not small, with three long tables arranged in a triangle. The horizontal one in the middle seats five people, and the vertical ones on both sides seat two people.
In the middle of the three tables is a wooden chair with peeling paint, which looks quite old.
At this time, except for the wooden chair, all other seats were occupied.
Leon glanced around quietly, and saw that most of them were middle-aged men and women. He guessed that they were teachers from various departments of Hogwarts.
Soon, his attention was drawn to the largest chair in the middle of the long table with five seats.
The person sitting on the chair was Dumbledore, whom he hadn't seen for two days.
On his right was Rowling, who had also entered the station and was no longer visible.
Dumbledore, wearing round-framed glasses, stood up, smiled and applauded: "After a long period of closure, Hogwarts has finally welcomed new students again."
"Oh!"
The students and teachers on the stage and below immediately gave applause that resounded throughout the hall.
Ag, who was standing on the right side of the stone platform, also clapped his hands vigorously.
After a long time, the enthusiastic applause died down, and Dumbledore cleared his throat, as if preparing to make a speech.
The few people who were excitedly waiting for the Sorting Hat to appear were all confused.
They didn't expect that even if they came to the magical world, they still couldn't escape the nerve torture of the "leader's speech".
Fortunately, things did not go the way they thought.
Dumbledore reached into the wide cuffs of his robes and pulled out a patched brown wizard's hat.
"Clap, clap, clap——" Another round of applause.
Dumbledore put his hands in front of him and said, "According to school rules, the Sorting Ceremony should be presided over by the Dean of Studies, Ms. Moira.
But today, my granddaughter Rowling enthusiastically asked to give this job to her.
After seeking Ms. Moira's consent, we decided that Rowling would be the host of this sorting ceremony.
Now, the Sorting Ceremony officially begins!"
Chapter 174 Satisfied Weino
After finishing his speech, Dumbledore handed the Sorting Hat to Rowling who stood up and sat back in his chair.
Rowling placed the camera in her hand on the wooden stand behind her, picked up the roster on the table, and walked gracefully to the side of the paint-chipped wooden chair amid the cheers of the crowd.
After begging for a long time, Dumbledore was still unwilling to show her the Sorting Hat in advance.
Now that she finally held it in her hands, Rowling really wanted to take a closer look at this magical talking hat from her novel.
But with her good upbringing, she did not ignore the grand occasion and behave disrespectfully.
It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time after the Sorting Ceremony is over.
Restraining her gaze from moving towards the hat, she raised an elegant smile on her face and pushed open the cover of the roster with her thumb: "Then, let me see who is the first one..."
Hearing this, the four adults standing by the stage swallowed their saliva at the same time.
They are feeling very complicated right now.
I want to be the first one, but I also want others to go first.
Watch the whole process and go on stage knowing what you are doing. I believe the nervousness will be much less severe.
Unfortunately, the order of sorting is not decided by them.
"Misha!" Rowling raised her head, immersed in the ceremony, and called out the first name in a high-pitched voice.
The teacher and Dumbledore, who were sitting upright, clapped in a restrained manner.
"Oh!" The students didn't care about that. They jumped and danced, clapping their hands until they turned red.
Affected by the enthusiastic atmosphere, looking at the naive Misha, my nerves unconsciously became a little tense.
"Come up quickly, lovely little lady." Rowling encouraged with a smile and raised the Sorting Hat in her hand.
"Don't be afraid." Toby gently pushed Misha on the back.
With her fists clenched, Misha walked up to the stage. At Rowling's signal, she turned around and sat on the peeling wooden chair.
Rowling raised the Sorting Hat and showed it to the audience, moving it horizontally from left to right.
Then, he released it towards Misha's head, who was grabbing her thigh flesh with both hands.
This scene made the students excited.
"Choose Gryffindor!"
"Hufflepuff is the best choice!"
"He should be a Ravenclaw!"
"She'll definitely choose Slytherin!"
Misha had never read the Harry Potter novels or watched the movies, so she obviously didn't understand the meaning of the four houses.
All you can do is wait for the Sorting Hat covering your head to make a decision.
Due to her line of sight, she couldn't see the changes in the hat, but the four people opposite her saw it clearly.
As they stared at it curiously, the Sorting Hat's originally flat conical cap suddenly wrinkled.
Not messy folds.
Those undulating folds actually formed the outline of a human face.
Although there was no clear appearance, the four people could roughly see that it was a mouth and two eye sockets without eyes.
"I... Ms. Rowling." Leon glanced at the camera behind Dumbledore and asked with trembling lips, "Can I record it?"
"No problem." Rowling, who was maintaining the graceful demeanor of a host but was actually staring at her hat, came back to her senses and said with a smile.
"Great!" Leon quickly put down the suitcase, took out the handheld camera inside, and pointed the lens at the stone platform.
On the screen, the Sorting Hat's mouth-like creases opened and closed.
"Okay, okay..."
"Possessing wisdom and erudition... Ravenclaw!"
"Oh!!!"
The students at the long table on the far right immediately raised their hands above their heads and jumped up and down, clapping their hands.
"Come on! Over here!" The student who seemed to be the class monitor of Ravenclaw house waved his hand happily.
Rowling picked up the hat, and Misha dared to stand up and trotted to Toby: "Uncle Toby, I..."
"It's okay, everyone is very friendly."
"Yes, and maybe we can be assigned to the same college!" said Lyon.
With the comfort of the two people and the friendly smiles of the Gryffindor students, Misha felt relieved.
Dragging my small suitcase, I sat down at the long table amid the warm welcome of my senior.
"Next." Rowling's voice drew everyone's attention, "Suya Claysey!"