Chapter 18 Sorting Hat  

Candlelight flickered in the lobby, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. Ghosts were also among the students, shimmering dimly with silver light.

Looking up, I saw stars twinkling on the velvety black ceiling.

Jack heard Hermione whisper: "The ceiling here has been enchanted, and it looks like the sky outside. I read it in "Hogwarts, A History of the School"."

It's hard to believe there's a ceiling over there, and it's hard to believe that the restaurant roof isn't open air.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first- year students, and placed a top wizard hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and very dirty. Jack knew that this was the legendary Sorting Hat, and he began to look forward to that classic scene - the song of the Sorting Hat that changed every year.

Then the hat twisted. The brim of the hat was split wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your tops hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell brave of heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And you won't get in a flap!

You're safe in my hands(though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!!

The singing lasted about five minutes, and after the hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause.

However, Jack felt that he really couldn't appreciate this strange singing. He thought the applause just now was quite insincere.

The Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables, then stood still. Next is the official branch.

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 sorting," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

This is a little girl with a ruddy face and two blond braids. Jack remembers that she married Neville at the end in the original book.

She stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down, and after a moment's pause— "Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

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

"Susan Burns!" "Hufflepuff!" Hat again

shouted. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down. "Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

...

"Hermione Granger."

After a few names, it was Hermione's turn, and the little girl almost ran to the stool, then looked back uneasily.

Jack smiled and nodded at her, her nervousness eased a little, and then hurriedly put the hat on her head.

This time, the Sorting Hat did not report to the academy immediately, but stuck for two or three seconds, and then reluctantly spit out "Ravenclaw"

It seemed that Hermione and it went through a conversation in their minds, and the little girl successfully persuaded it to change its decision.

"Excellent." Jack applauded excitedly.

This is not only because Hermione was successfully assigned to Ravenclaw, but also means that the "plot" is not immutable, and it may even mean that the "destiny" represented by the "plot" does not exist.

The little wizards at the second table from the left clapped and clapped. Chang Cho and Marietta stood up and introduced Hermione to the students.

Next, the Sorting Hat announced many more names, and the crowd continued to decrease.

When it was Neville's turn, the fat boy ran to Gryffindor with the hat on, completely forgetting to take it off, making a lot of jokes.

finally... "Jack Reacher."

This unusual name attracted the attention of the little wizards, Jack walked out of the crowd generously, and came to the Sorting Hat in front of everyone's attention.

He wears a "clock tower" style cloak. The cloak's handsome and neat design is different from the dark and old-fashioned cloaks of the little wizards.

Coupled with his outstanding appearance, Jack is very popular among the little wizards, especially girls. Among them, countless amazements and discussions were aroused. The boys all wanted to know where such a beautiful cloak came from, while the girls wanted to know who such a handsome man was.

Jack held the Sorting Hat in his hand, the smooth feel made him fully understand how dirty it was, coupled with the pungent smell, it made him feel like he was holding a rotten orange , he can't wait to throw it out immediately.

Resisting the nausea, Jack put on the sorting hat.

As soon as it touched his head, the Sorting Hat screamed loudly, startling the teachers and students at Hogwarts.

"It's strange, this is the first time that I can't see the idea of a new student." In his mind, the funny voice of the Sorting Hat sounded: "In your mind, I only see a chaotic transformation. World, what have you done?"

"I don't know either." Jack replied pretendingly in his mind, but he realized that the experience and tempering in the time-space tunnel not only brought him the ability to make infinite progress, the talent for time and space, and perhaps also Has a tough and unseen soul.