Chapter:7

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

"Whoever I call by name, I will put on the hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the Sorting House," she said, "Hannah Abbott!".

The girl, with a ruddy face and two blonde braids, stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down. There was a pause for a moment - "Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.

The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

"Look at the girl's face, that hat must smell bad". Solim leaned over to Hermione behind her, "I'm going to give that hat a 'clean up' before I put it on, so you'd better be behind me Hermione so you don't suffer." "

Hermione wanted him to shut up.

"Susan Bones!" Miss Bones gave him an aggrieved look as she walked past him.

"Hufflepuff!" Miss Bones quickly took off her sorting hat and ran to the Hufflepuff table without looking back.

"She's so pathetic. "

"Shut up!".

"Oh! no!".

Another student came with

"Ravenclaw!".

He took off his sorting hat and wiped his hair with the other-well... put it under his nose and sniffed it. Then a strange expression appeared.

"Justin Fenri!" no one went up.

"Justin Finri, please come here!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards waiting for the Sorting House.

A figure walked up to Professor McGonagall almost one step at a time, nervously saying something to Professor McGonagall, who hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. Mr. Finry took a deep breath of resignation, then

"Hufflepuff!".

"I'm sure Justin asked Professor McGonagall to wash his hat for him, but the professor didn't agree," Solim made sure the new wizards around him could hear him,

"Maybe Professor McGonagall agreed when you said that, Hermione, if you're ahead of me, you'll have to ask the professor to wash his hat, just to have a good appetite for your opening dinner." "

"Mandy Bloch!".

A witch trembled past Solim's side.

"Good luck, Miss Bloch". Solim smiled and said to the little witch who walked by.

The young wizards who had not yet been sorted watched hopefully as Miss Bloch walked up to Professor McGonagall and said something. Professor McGonagall looked surprised, then frowned, then gestured to the barstool to sit down.

The little witch was forced to put on the Sorting Hat with a pout.

"Ravenclaw!".

"It's useless! They won't wash it at all". A little wizard in front of Solim complained.

"No, if you don't want to go to the opening dinner with thousands of years of oil, dust and dirt, you'd better let the professor wash that hat as much as possible".Solim continued to stir up the emotions of the new wizards.

"Ms brown!".

"Come on, Miss Brown, maybe Professor McGonagall will agree". A little wizard cheered on their hopes.

One can be ignored, two can be ignored, and when the third young wizard asks to wash the Sorting Hat or not bring it, Professor McGonagall finally gets her attention.To wash the Sorting Hat during the Sorting Ceremony..... This is something that has never happened before. And Miss Brown seemed to be wasting a little too long, so she ....

"Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall snapped her sorting hat directly on Miss Brown's head. Miss Brown flapped her head against the Sorting Hat as she walked over to the Gryffindor table. A look of frustration.

"Draco Malfoy!" He grinned as he walked up to Professor McGonagall, pointing to the Sorting Hat and saying something to Professor McGonagall.

"Hehe, it's done". Solim said with a smile, "Looks like I don't need to do anything." "

"How do you know? There were three people up, and Professor McGonagall didn't agree. "

"That young master's father is the school director, and his opinion professor will pay attention to it. Just look.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Dumbledore's desk and said something.

The students of the four houses were all talking to each other, and they had never seen the sorting ceremony interrupted.

After talking to Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall walked to the Sorting Hat with a blank expression, and ... Draw your wand.

"Whoa, whoa, oh

, oh, that's great!".

"Great!".

"We are saved!".

The new wizards without the Sorting House cheered as they looked at the new Sorting Hat. The seniors around them watched all this in amazement, they never thought that such a thing would happen at the sorting ceremony. The new wizards, who had been divided into four houses, told the seniors and seniors what Solim had just said to them. And these seniors seem to realize how dirty the hat they wore on their heads when they were sorted out.

"Hermione Granger!".

"Good luck, Hermione". Solim sent his blessing.

"Gryffindor!" Hermione got her wish and got her place in what she thought was the best house.

"Solim Selvin!" Solim smiled as he walked up and sat down on the barstool.

"Aha! it's you!" the Sorting Hat's voice rang in Solim's head.

"Oh, do you know me?".

"I've known all the 'good deeds' you've done down there from the minds of those new wizards. "

"So?".

"So I want to thank you, you know, I haven't been this clean in a long time. "

"Slytherin, thank you". Solim said what academy he wanted to go to.

"Of course, Slytherin is for you. Then ...".

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly.

He took off his sorting hat and bowed to Professor McGonagall, who was looking at him strangely, before walking.

(End of the chapter).