001- The Sorting Ceremony

"Susan Bones...Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Fletchley...Hufflepuff!"

In the large and beautifully decorated main hall, there was a wrinkled hat with a big mouth that was a tear across the edge, it twisted restlessly as it spoke, and occasionally it was being squeezed by a few undaunted little wizards, while the brim of the hat gave outbursts of weird laughter.

As the names of the students were spoke aloud, their house was assigned to them by the sorting hat, the little wizards clapped their hands warmly while the rest of the seated did the same out of obligation.

At least during the sorting ceremony, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who despise each other, will maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

The little wizards waiting for the sorting ceremony in the audience were nervous or expectant watching other people put on the sorting hat and then walked to the corresponding house as declared by the sorting hat.

However, among the new students, there is a thin boy who looked out of place. He was looking blankly at the gorgeous retro decorations, candles that were suspended in mid-air. The bright lights of the hall are illuminating the auditorium. It was bright, and translucent ghosts could be seen flying through the air all around. Everything made the boy a little stunned for a while, and it took a long time before he muttered to himself.

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

"Strange, am I dying in a hospital bed?" Everything felt familiar and unfamiliar around him, while a loud female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Halls!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood at the four-corner table upon which the sorting cap was placed, looking at the parchment scroll in her hand, but waited for a long time and did not see a new student come up, so she frowned and loudly repeated.

"Ivan Halls!"

Upon seeing no movement in the new students for a long time, now even Dumbledore cast a suspicious look, and the older students from the major houses talked in private.

"Who? Who's Ivan? So courageous?"

"This isn't right, you can't miss the sorting ceremony, right?"

"This is interesting.."

...

At the same time, the remaining new students, under the gaze of many professors and older students, moved a few steps behind him. Only the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not figured out his condition remained standing still, looking very conspicuous.

"Mr. Ivan Halls, please come to the stage here!" Professor McGonagall repeated it again.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in a dazed manner and suddenly felt that this scene was a bit strange but unexpectedly familiar.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible? Just like others students have done...there are others who need to be sorted." Perhaps because Ivan is a new student, although Professor McGonagall spoke for the fourth time when he asked, She didn't seem to be angry at all, she felt that the new student might be a little nervous.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he was nudged slightly by someone behind him, and then the student in front of him also unexpectedly pushed Ivan onto the stage one by one with tacit understanding.

"Okay, Mr.Halls, come over here soon..." Professor McGonagall stepped forward, pushed Ivan's shoulders to make him sit on the chair, picked up the sorting hat, and pressed it on Ivan's head.

The Sorting Hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head and said strangely.

"Hey, boy, don't be too shy, you are not the first person to feel nervous... Trust me, it will be over soon just close your eyes... It won't hurt at all!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. After staying in this new place for a while, he also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt a little stunned.

'But, is this really Hogwarts? The magical palace where magic is taught? But that's not…'

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

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

"I guess you must come from a Muggle family, right? Every few years, there are always a few little wizards who don't believe that magic is real. They say it's all tricks and they want to get me off their heads. Here comes a rabbit with long ears...I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe me..."

The sorting hat was making a silly joke, and its split-mouth almost extended to its brim.

The ability of the Sorting Hat to read memories made Ivan not dare to think too much, so he quickly concentrated.

But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind was like a slideshow, flashing through sections of strange memories. The startled Ivan couldn't piece it together. It seemed that a witch was teaching him magic. ..

The witch in my memory is about thirty, with beautiful long blond hair, and she was talking to him, and Ivan only felt panic of fear hit his heart...

The Sorting Hat is also surprised, it is the first time it had seen such a messy little wizard, what surprised it, even more, was that Ivan is not from a Muggle family. How can children from a wizard family not know about Hogwarts?

Cold sweat appeared on Ivan's forehead. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belonged to the original owner, he didn't know if this hat would read any important secrets. Ivan could only try to force himself to think about something insignificant.

"Ahem..." Seeing that the sorting hat seemed to be taking a lot of time, Professor McGonagall had to cough slightly to remind the sorting hat to do its business quickly.

The Sorting Hat stopped looking through its memories, and Ivan was finally relieved, but he was also a little curious about which house he would be assigned to.

"Well... let me see, optimistic... smart and likes crazy things..." The Sorting Hat dragged a long tone, suddenly lowered his voice, and said. "And a little bit of black magic..."

"I can use black magic?" Ivan was confused and remembered the memory just now.

"Oh, yes, and ancient and rare... black magic." The Sorting Hat whispered and chatted with Ivan as if whispering a secret.

"Of course, in my opinion, this is also an interesting piece of black magic. It allows people to see things they don't want to see... Someone has used it as a prank, maybe you can do it too..."

"Although Dumbledore definitely doesn't want anyone to do it again..." The Sorting Hat complained to himself.

"Where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about black magic, but the most important thing right now was the issue of sorting.

After being sorted, he could take off this old hat that can see through his new memories.

The four houses of Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough bravery (or recklessness?). What Ravenclaw wants is wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

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

As for Hufflepuff...Ivan felt that Hufflepuff House is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students...

According to the sorting hat learning dark magic is very much in line with the standards of Slytherin House, of course, it is also possible that he will be assigned to Ravenclaw because of his optimism and intelligence.

Ivan was thinking a little narcissistically...

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

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat changed from the soft whisper he used to chat with Ivan, and it's loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off the top of his head, a little surprised, and little too late to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes... Yes, you should go there!" The Sorting Hat vowed, "I have never been wrong, you have the house quality!"

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AN: The first 55 chapters were translated by another translator about a year ago, this is one of my favorite fanfiction so I decided to translate it, the translation of the first 55 chapters is already done by LN_Translations, so the grammar and story flow should improve from chapter 56 onwards...