Sorting Decision

"Looks like we'll just have to put on this hat," Harry muttered, glancing at Augustus. "I must kill Fred. He sounds like he's going to fight a giant." Ron waved his hands indignantly. Augustus smiled faintly. I don't know who made this interesting hat, but it looks very spiritual.

Then Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the branch," she said.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy face and two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down. A moment's pause - "Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat again. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Boot!" "Ravenclaw!"

"Hermione Granger!"

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

"Gryffindor!" cried the Hat. Ron let out a meaningless grunt.

Looking at these young faces, August couldn't help but think of the scene when he was young in the original world. It was also a wizard academy, with the same selection, and test, but their selection was not as simple as wearing a hat, it was a real magic test and Skill quiz. I miss it, Augustus sighed.

At this point, the hat called Malfoy's name, and Malfoy walked over in a big way and got his wish instantly, and almost as soon as the hat touched his head, he screamed: "Slytherin!"

More...Nott...Parkinson..then the Patil twins..then Sally Ann Box..and finally, it's - "Harry Potter!"

As Harry stepped forward, there was a sudden humming whisper in the dining room like the hissing of small flames.

Harry wore the hat longer than normal, and then the hat shouted, "Gryffindor".

Augustus heard loud cheers and cheers from the long table over in Gryffindor, while the other three Houses were quieter. Then, Professor McGonagall read out another person's name: "Augustus Julius."

The auditorium fell silent for a while, and then some nobles on the long Slytherin table began to whisper, Malfoy turned his head in a high-profile voice and said loudly: "Look, the scum in Potter's pure blood is nothing at all. , as long as Master Augustus can come to Slytherin, we must be the best in the academy." Harry curled his lips in disdain, he believed that Augustus would come to Gryffindor, I hope this time Intuition is not wrong.

As Augustus walked towards the Sorting Hat, an invisible aura seemed to emanate and diffused in the air. The entire auditorium was depressingly silent, and only the sound of Augustus' footsteps could be heard.

The hat was buckled on Augustus's head, and a small voice came out.

"Oh my God? Occlumency? You have mastered many spells that adult wizards can't master at such a young age. This is no longer a genius. Of course, it can be seen that you have a strong heart and be cautious. Ravenclaw and Slytherin are good for you. But I believe Slytherin can make you grow faster. Can you? Okay, then!"

"Slytherin!" With the loud cry of the Sorting Hat, the entire auditorium was quiet for a while, and then the nobles at the Slytherin long table erupted in a burst of fierce celebration, and Malfoy shouted: "Haha, If you don't see it, I'll say Augustus will come to Slytherin, Gryffindor idiots, your nightmare is here!"

Harry sat behind the Gryffindor table, watching Augustus in disbelief as he walked towards the Slytherin table. And Hermione knocked on the table angrily, she couldn't believe how someone with such a gentle temperament could enter the evil Slytherin.

Augustus sat next to Malfoy with a perfect smile on his lips, and from time to time he responded to the various Slytherin students who came to congratulate him. Malfoy said to Augustus a little excitedly: "Master Augustus, you must give more advice in the future!" Augustus nodded lightly, "Call me Augustus in the future, after all, we are also considered family friends. Now." Malfoy said more excitedly when he heard the words, he understood that this was a precursor to Augustus beginning to accept him into the circle.

Now there are only three people left waiting to be assigned. Lisa Dupin is a new Ravenclaw. Then it was Ron's turn. He turned blue now. Harry clasped his hands under the table. In the blink of an eye, the hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Harry clapped loudly along with the rest as Ron collapsed on the seat next to Harry. Then took another look at Augustus sitting next to Malfoy, well, it would be perfect if Augustus came to Gryffindor, Harry thought silently.

At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them as if nothing made him happier than seeing them all together. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. It's an Idiot! Cry! Scum! Screw! Thank you!" He sits down again. Everyone applauded and cheered.

At this time, a variety of foods began to appear on the table, roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausage, steak, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and for some odd reason, mint hard candies.

When it was time to eat, Gryffindor began to eat without hesitation, and Slytherin maintained his usual aristocratic demeanor, except Crabbe and Goyle, of course.

As the desserts were also wiped out by the students, and finally, the food was gone, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant also returned to silence.

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore exclaimed. Augustus noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to freeze. Augustus frowned, school song? What a joke.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of text like a snake above the high dining table.

"Each one chooses his tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang aloud, Augustus opened his mouth meaninglessly but did not make a sound. For him, he would rather fight Voldemort ten times than sing some school song here.

Everyone sang the school song in seventy-eight. Only the Weasley twins continued to sing along to the slow melody of "Funeral March." Dumbledore used his wand to conduct the last few bars for the two of them, and his applause was loudest when they were done singing.

"Music," he said, wiping his eyes, "more glamorous than anything we've done here! It's bedtime. Let's go back to the dorms, everyone."

There was a loud bang in the auditorium, and the students all stood up and began to return to the dormitory with their prefects.