Harry Potter: The Bloodline Magus

"Susan Bones... Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Finch-Fletchley… Hufflepuff!"

In the beautifully decorated large exhibition hall, a crumpled hat is opening its big mouth cracked from the edge of the edge, occasionally squeezed by a few young wizards The brim gave out weird laughter.

With the names of each and every student and the house assigned to them from the mouth of Sorting Hat, young wizards clapped their palms warmly or perfunctorily on the seats below.

At least at this orientation meeting, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who are not good at each other, will maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

Waiting for the young wizards assigned to the house under the stage, they were nervous or expecting to watch other people buckle Sorting Hat, and then walked to the corresponding house seat in the funny tone of the hat.

However, among the new students, there is an inconsistent thin boy who is staring blankly at all-around gorgeous and retro decorations, and strangely suspended candles in midair. The light is dignified, all around and you can see the translucent ghost flying through the sky, everything makes the boy a little bit uncomfortable for a while, and he murmured at half the sound.

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

"Strange, am I dying in a hospital bed?"

Just as the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high female voice rang through the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Wrahles!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the 4-corner table where Sorting Hat was placed, looking at the parchment roll in his hand, but he didn't see the new student after waiting for a long time, so he had to say again, frowned.

"Ivan Wrahles!"

It's been a long time since I saw any movement in the new student, and even Dumbledore cast a doubtful look. The old students of the big houses even talked in private.

"Who? Who is Ivan? So brave?"

"Wouldn't it be the wrong way? I missed the separate house ceremony, right?"

"It's interesting now..."

At this time, the remaining new students, under the attention of many professors and Seniors, moved a few steps toward their backs, but the boys who left the blonde and black pupils still unclear still stood still and looked conspicuous. Incomparably.

"Mr. Ivan Wrahles, please come here on stage!" Professor McGonagall repeated again.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself a little ignorantly, and suddenly felt a strange but unexpected familiarity with the scene.

"Yes, would you please come up as soon as possible? Just like others did ... there are other children who need a separate house."

Perhaps because Ivan is a new student, although Professor McGonagall is the fourth question I do n' t mean to be angry at all, but I feel that this new student maybe a little nervous.

Without waiting for Ivan to react, I felt I was pushed slightly, and then the new students in the front row accidentally tacitly pushed Ivan one by one.

"Okay, child, come here soon ..." Professor McGonagall stepped forward and pressed Ivan's shoulder on the chair, picked Sorting Hat, and pressed it on Ivan's head.

Sorting Hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head, quite strangely opened his mouth, and said.

"Hey, kid, don't be too shy, you are not the first person to feel nervous in such a place ... Trust me, close your eyes and pass ... no pain at all!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. I just stayed at the new student for a while. He also had some assumptions about the current situation, but he still felt a little unbelievable.

But, is this really Hogwarts? That magical place of professor magic? But that's not ...

Ivan involuntarily was about to continue thinking, but Sorting Hat's voice rang in Ivan's ear in time.

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

"I guess you must come from the muggle family, right? There are always a few new young wizards every year. They don't believe in magic at all. They say it's all tricks, and they always want to take out a rabbit with long ears from the hat ... I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe it"

"...."

Sorting Hat whispered in his mind coldly what a joke and the big cracked mouth almost extended to the brim.

Sorting Hat's ability to read memory made Ivan dare not think about it all at once, and quickly converged.

But perhaps because of the influence of Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind is like a slide show, flashing a strange memory, and the scattered Ivan can't put it together, it seems to be a picture of a witch teaching him magic...

The witch in my memory is about 30, with beautiful golden long hair, talking with an open mouth, and then Ivan only felt a wave of fear in his heart ...

Sorting Hat is also the first time saw the young wizard with such a mess of ideas, but I was also surprised that Ivan was not from a muggle family, and no child of the wizard family knew about Hogwarts.

There was a trace of cold sweat on Ivan's forehead. Although the various ideas and memories read by Sorting Hat belonged to the previous owner, he didn't know if this hat would read any important secrets. Ivan only Be able to force yourself to think about something that doesn't matter.

"Cough cough…" Seeing that Sorting Hat seemed to have an endless posture, Professor McGonagall had to cough twice and reminded Sorting Hat on the stage to do the right thing.

Sorting Hat stopped talking. Ivan finally sighed in relief, but he was also curious about which house he would be assigned to.

"Um .. let me see, optimistic .. smart and cranky..." Sorting Hat dragged his long tone and suddenly lowered his voice again, and said. "And a little dark magic ..."

"dark magic?" Ivan was confused, remembering the memory just now.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare ... dark magic." Sorting Hat whispered in Ivan's mind.

"Of course, in my opinion, this is very interesting dark magic, which always allows people to see things that they don't want to see ... Someone may use it to prank, maybe you can try it like that"

".."

"Although Dumbledore must not want anyone to do this again ..." Sorting Hat hurled himself.

"Where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan is a little curious about what he can do with dark magic, but the most important thing now is the issue of a separate house.

After finishing school, he just picked off this damn hat that would read the memory.

In Hogwarts' 4 big houses, entering Gryffindor requires bravery (or recklessness). Ravenclaw wants wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to the cunning and insidious character and outstanding magic innate talent.

As for Hufflepuff...

Ivan feels that Hufflepuff house is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students ...

Sorting Hat said that learning dark magic is in line with the standards of the Slytherin house. Of course, it may be classified as Ravenclaw because he is both optimistic and clever.

Ivan narcissistically thought...

"No no no, neither." Sorting Hat's tone suddenly became humorous.

"Although this may make you a little unhappy, Slytherin usually only chooses young wizards with innate talent, so ..."

"...."

"Gryffindor!" Sorting Hat changed the soft whisper when I whispered, a loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan removed Sorting Hat from the top of his head. that was unpredictable, and it was too late to even let Sorting Hat evaluate his innate talent.

"Yes .. yes, you should go there!" Sorting Hat solemnly attested and said.

"I never neglected, you have the corresponding quality!"