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"Come on!" Leon high-fived him.
"Hey man, I'm a real man!"
Claysey raised his fist, turned and walked onto the stage, looking very confident.
As a result, when he went on stage, his calves were shaking, he tripped over the stairs and almost kissed the ground with his face.
He stood up, scratched his head with an awkward smile, and sat on the paint-chipped wooden chair. Rowling put the Sorting Hat on his head at the right time.
"Look, let me see..." The Sorting Hat muttered for a while, and suddenly raised its voice, "Slytherin!"
"Oh!"
As soon as the words fell, cheers immediately broke out from the long table on the far left.
"Slytherin? Why..." Leon frowned.
Glancing at his unhappy expression, Toby clapped his hands and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"This academy is in the original novel... Never mind, it's just a novel."
Toby, who had never read the novel, was about to ask further questions, but was interrupted by Clayce who had returned.
"This is exactly the college I like!" He smiled brightly, not paying any attention to Leon's worries.
Looking at his extremely excited performance, Lyon was a little stunned.
He was shocked to realize that he seemed to have never really understood the inner world of this friend whom he had known for more than 20 years.
Claysie pulled the suitcase into the seat, and Leon had to suppress the inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.
"Then, the next one is... Agustín Vino!" As the plot of her own illusion came true and she was personally involved, the excitement in Rowling's voice grew louder and louder.
Compared with the two people in front, Wino's steps were much steadier.
I went on stage without incident and sat on a wooden chair.
Rowling held the Sorting Hat high up and slowly dropped it towards her head. But just as the hat touched Wino's hair, the voice resounded throughout the hall: "Slytherin!"
Toby looked confused by the quick and decisive decision.
Leon, who was holding the camera, didn't feel surprised at all.
After a few days of contact with Wino, he felt that no one would doubt that this guy and Malfoy in the novel had the same father.
The Sorting Hat, which can see into people's hearts, easily recognized him and naturally sorted him into Slytherin House.
Even like Malfoy in the original book, the decision was made without even wearing the hat.
Wino walked off the stage, pulled up his suitcase, and sat down next to Claysie amid cheers.
Chatting with his senior, he had a satisfied smile on his face.
I believe that in Slytherin House, where the spirit is to use any means necessary to achieve the goal, I will definitely be able to find qualified companions.
"Next up is—Leon!"
With the demonstration of the three people before him, his hands and feet did not shake too much.
Leon handed the camera to Toby, asking him to make him look more handsome in the photo, and sat down steadily on the wooden chair.
"Brave, energetic, unmistakably - Gryffindor!"
He was very satisfied with his college. He came down with his big white teeth showing, took the camera from Toby, and quickly went to sit at the second long table on the right.
"The last one is...Olive Tobey!"
Taking a deep breath, Toby walked onto the stage and sat down on the wooden chair.
Compared to the four people who made decisions immediately after putting on their hats, the Sorting Hat at this time did not say anything for a long time.
Toby was puzzled, but he couldn't see the cap and didn't know what was going on.
Rowling, who was standing next to him, opened her eyes wide in surprise.
The Sorting Hat actually revealed an expression of hesitation and deep thought for some reason.
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Toby was quite calm. After noticing that there was no sound above his head for a long time, he slowly sank to the bottom of the valley.
what happened?
Just as he couldn't help but ask Rowling, the old, strange tone of the Sorting Hat squeezed into his ears.
"Little guy, your heart is standing at the crossroads. Have you decided which way to go?"
Is this... talking to me?
Toby was a little confused and glanced at Rowling beside him and the students in the audience.
Judging from their expressions as they waited for the results, it seemed that only they could hear it.
How should I answer?
I tried to silently recite what I wanted to say in my mind, but the Sorting Hat didn't respond.
So he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Isn't it up to you to decide where I go?"
“Hehehe…” Its laughter was as harsh as scratching a blackboard with fingernails, “No, no, no.
I do not have the power to determine a person's will, I just convey the new life in his heart.
Your heart tells me where you want to go, and I help you say it.”
Toby clenched his fist on his thigh: "Did it tell you the answer?"
"It said... at first there was no hope of getting into Gryffindor, but then it heard something else."
Soon, Toby understood what the Sorting Hat meant.
His lips opened and closed silently: "No Slytherin..."
Toby never thought that his firm heart would be shaken just because of Wino's words.
"Don't resist your heart, child." The Sorting Hat's tone returned to normal, "Well... let me think, let me think... Gryffindor!"
"Oh!"
Amid the cheers, Toby's fists, with white knuckles, relaxed.
Smiling, he stood up and strode off the stage, pulling his suitcase and sitting next to Leon who was clapping.
"Congratulations on the successful completion of our Sorting Ceremony." Dumbledore, with white hair and beard, stood up. "Now, please enjoy the delicious food."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cafeteria staff in uniforms came from the side doors on both sides of the auditorium, pushed the dining carts to the long table and placed the plates covered with silver covers on the table.
The five people, whose stomachs were already rumbling, ate heartily together with their seniors.
Meal time passed quickly.
After about half an hour, the table was piled with leftover bones.
Dumbledore announced that they should return to the dormitory to rest, and the five people left the hall under the leadership of their respective house monitors.
The teachers also got up and went back to their rooms.
Rowling had consumed a lot of her energy due to her previous excitement, and her face was visibly tired.
After saying good night to Dumbledore, he went to his room.
Looking at the empty auditorium in a blink of an eye, the kindness on the old man's face turned into expressionlessness.
“Classes will officially start tomorrow.
After observing for a day and making sure there are no problems, this group of freshmen can be left alone for the time being.
I have to find some time to go back to Sol Continent and make a list of the supplies I need so that I can start planning for the next batch of freshmen.
Well... let's go back to Blue Star and take a look. The Queen and that damn Prince Suleiman better not cause me any trouble."
After saying that, Zhang Mu controlled the core and sent himself out of the "world".
……
There was no one in London in the early morning. Only the bleak winter wind wrapped in the withered yellow leaves and the plastic bags that were not thrown into the trash can, dancing in the air in the streets and alleys.
The doors and windows of the house were pitch black, with only the dim street lights remaining.
The whole city is like a middle-aged person with insufficient energy, sleeping soundly in the night.
But there are always more active young people who still enjoy the nightlife.
Unlike the dark nights in other parts of London, the Queen's Palace was brightly lit at this time.
In the empty conference hall, the U-shaped conference table that divided the hall into two halves was filled with the ruling class of the Ying country dressed in expensive suits.
Their heated argument, with saliva flying everywhere, has been going on since yesterday morning until now.
The queen narrowed her eyes and watched in silence.
She spoke very little throughout the process.
Basically, a compromise solution will only be slowly proposed when the two sides are deadlocked over the passage of a resolution.
At this moment, this situation occurred again.
The Prime Minister's secretary suggested that the kingdom should immediately set up a school equipped with the best educational resources to specifically train students for admission to Hogwarts.
As soon as he finished speaking, Suleiman's assistant immediately stood up and refuted.
He said that after analyzing the first batch of freshmen who received the assessment qualifications, no common points were found.
Occupation, identity, and gender are not centralized.
The age range is huge, ranging from sixty-year-old men to teenage girls.
There is no regularity among all the factors that may affect the probability of receiving an interview letter.
The only thing that is worth studying is probably the examination process.
After investigating the five people who successfully enrolled and the eighteen who failed, it was found that the only criterion for passing the assessment was "overcoming".
All you have to do is overcome your most difficult and uncontrollable desires.
It is not difficult to carry out special auxiliary training in this regard.