Chapter 130 The Sorting Hat:

"Lester Bader!"

Professor McGonagall held the parchment that recorded the student list, and moved his eyes to the bottom of the parchment, staring at Lester's surname, feeling a little suspicious.

The surname of Bader is not a pure-blood surname, but Professor McGonagall still has an impression of this surname, because 10 years ago, an Auror couple named Bader died in the battle against the mysterious man middle.

If I didn't guess wrong, this boy should be their child.

"Lester, sit on this chair and put on your hat!" Professor McGonagall explained to Lester.

Even if Leicester is not a time traveler, he can know how to be separated by looking at the branches of the little wizards before, so naturally there is no need for Professor McGonagall to explain.

But since Professor McGonagall is willing to say a few more words to himself, Lester will not be ignorant.

"Thank you, Professor!" Wei Wei nodded to the professor to express his gratitude, Lester sat down on the chair, grabbed the brim of the Sorting Hat with both hands, and put the Sorting Hat on his head.

When the hat was about to be buttoned up to block the view, Lester saw that the restaurant was full of people, and everyone was looking forward.

He was not so narcissistic that he thought that everyone in the restaurant was paying attention to him. Lester knew that they expected so much because he was the last one in the sorting house. As long as he finished the sorting, they could have dinner, so they That's why I look forward to it.

"Yeah." As soon as he put the sorting hat on, Lester heard a small voice in his ear saying, "Yes, you should be a child of the Bader family, right? I saw that little guy 30 years ago, when your parents were sorted into Hufflepuffs"

Lester knows that the Sorting Hat is actually conscious, for example, he can know that the Weasleys are all Gryffindors, and the Malfoys are all Slytherins.

"Son, why don't you talk, in fact, if you have an idea about which college, you can tell me!"

"Relax, I am the Sorting Hat, I have been in Hogwarts for thousands of years, there is no need to empty your mind, I do not have the ability to peek into your heart"

Facing the guarantee of the Sorting Hat, Lester still kept silent, insisting on emptying his brain and not letting himself show any emotional changes.

"Hey, I know you may have some little secrets, but if you keep doing this, I can't sort you at all, then we'll always be deadlocked here." The Sorting Hat continued: "It will be self-defeating at that time, don't worry , child, I have lived for thousands of years, I have seen all kinds of geniuses, your little secrets are not worth mentioning to me"

Although the words of the Sorting Hat are very plain, but there is a hint of arrogance. After living for so many years, there are countless little wizards who have been sorted by him. No matter how powerful the various gods are, they were all sorted by it in the first place. Hats give points to the hospital.

Although the Sorting Hat could feel that this Leicester must have some little secrets, but he believed that based on his knowledge, it was impossible for him to be frightened.

Hearing this, Lester hesitated a little, because he could feel the restlessness of the people in the restaurant. This time, except for Harry, who is the savior, the sorting took a little longer, and the others were assigned almost quickly. college.

There is an unwritten rule in Hogwarts, that is, the longer the sorting time takes, the more powerful it will be. For example, Professor McGonagall made the sorting hat think for five minutes before sorting her into the division after careful consideration. ryffindor.

Generally, only talented little wizards would get hat-embarrassed treatment, because this kind of little wizard was extremely talented, and it was more than enough to go to any academy, so hat felt tangled.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry looked at Lester, who hadn't been sorted for a long time, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Lester, you must come to Gryffindor!"

In Harry's heart, Lester was the first friend he met in the wizarding world, so he naturally hoped that Lester could be assigned to a college with him.

Beside Harry, Ron's face was livid, and he muttered in a low voice: "Why is the Sorting Hat still hesitating? A guy like Lester who bullies people with magic at every turn will definitely be sorted into Slytherin." Kind of Dark Wizard Academy"

That's right, in Ron's view, Lester's lesson to Malfoy and others on the train turned into Lester bullying others, which is really ridiculous.

At the Slytherin dining table, Malfoy also stared at Lester with flickering eyes. He still vividly remembered the humiliation of being hanged by Lester before. will be assigned to that college.

Through the low brim of his hat, Lester could see that the students in the entire dining room were stretching their necks to look at him. Although he didn't mind being looked at by others, as the godfather of Azkaban, he was surrounded by this group of children. Lester still couldn't accept that wizards were treated like exotic animals.

"Well, I don't need to empty my mind, but I have one condition!" Lester thought for a moment, started to bargain, and said, "I must not go to Gryffindor"

"Not going to Gryffindor?" The Sorting Hat was taken aback for a moment, and then said indifferently: "Well, in fact, with your current performance, Gryffindor should not be the house for you."

Having received the hat's promise, Lester also let go of his brain and let the Sorting Hat investigate.

"Well, you are very talented. I feel the magic power gushing out, which is very rare for a little wizard of your age. You are very calm and not impetuous. You are neither anxious to know the college you will be assigned to, nor I am eager to express my opinion, which college should I assign you to? Wait!"

The Sorting Hat's expression suddenly became extremely weird, and then it became unbelievable.

"Could it be because I've been in the industry for too long, so I'm too tired and need maintenance?" The Sorting Hat couldn't help but started talking to itself, and its tone became more and more serious.

As the Sorting Hat continued to deepen, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood gradually appeared in front of the Sorting Hat.

All kinds of wizards in Chinese robes were lying on the streets of Diagon Alley in a miserable state of death. They were clearly decapitated, and their mouths were still howling.

On the towering street lamps by the side of the road, one corpse after another wearing noble costumes was hung. Their faces were full of fear and regret, their necks were tied tightly with ropes, and then they stayed on the street lamps. Time was congested and bulging crazily, and the blood flowed down their trouser legs and formed a pool of blood under their feet.

There is one such street lamp every five meters in Diagon Alley. Not surprisingly, a pure-blood wizard hangs on every street lamp.

The streets of London were also in chaos. Under the effect of the powerful Muggle Repelling Spell, all the Muggles in the city center were temporarily expelled and replaced by Muggle wizards from all over the wizarding world.

They have waiters who work in restaurants and work 12 hours a day.

Some are in Knockturn Alley, the hungry poor.

Some are impoverished on the streets, and everyone shouts and beats beggars.

Before, they were all despised existences, but now, they came here from all over the magic world and stood proudly in the center of London.

They each wore a black armband on their right shoulders, with several large characters on it.

"Fight against the tyranny of pure-blood wizards, victory belongs to the people!"

Next, the Sorting Hat experienced its first nightmare among the hat students.

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