Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hearing another scream from ahead, Maca stood on tiptoe and looked ahead.

I saw twenty or so pearly-white, translucent human-shaped phantoms suddenly appearing on one side of the wall. Maca took a closer look, and they were probably a group of ghosts.

They were talking to each other, gliding lightly across the room, and Maca vaguely heard the word Peves.

...I said, what are you doing here? A ghost in a ruffled tights seemed to have just spotted the freshmen below.

Freshman! another chubby monk said with a smile on their face, I think they are ready to take the test?

Some students nodded silently, and no one spoke.

Hope you get a Hufflepuff! said the Friar. I used to go to that house.

Move forward now, said a shrill voice beside the monk, the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.

Professor McGonagall came back, and the ghosts floated through the opposite wall in file, and disappeared one by one before everyone's eyes.

Now, stand in single file, Professor McGonagall said to the first-years, follow me.

Maca was at the back of the line, and it took a while before he left the room with the students in front - there was no way, who made him be at the back in the first place?

This is the dining room of Hogwarts. Students from other grades are already sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles float above the long tables out of thin air, illuminating the entire dining room brightly.

Glittering gold plates and goblets stood on four tables, and the seniors looked at the new students and whispered about which ones would go to their colleges and which ones might not.

There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the teacher's seat. Professor McGonagall led them there and lined them up facing all the seniors, with the teachers standing quietly behind them.

The candlelight flickered slightly in mid-air, making the faces of the seniors a little pale. The ghosts I saw just now were also mixed with faint silver light among them, and everyone turned their eyes to this side .

Maca stared boredly at the enchanted ceiling above his head. On the pitch-black background, dotted with countless twinkling stars, seemed to be real in the faint magic smoke—he even found a ghost on it. A few more familiar constellations.

There was magic there, and it looked like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A School History. Maca vaguely heard a slight voice coming from not far away, and it sounded like it should be It's Hermione.

Professor Ge gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and Maca withdrew his gaze from the ceiling and landed in front of his eyes. He saw Professor McGonagall place another top wizard's hat on the stool, patched, worn and very dirty. To tell the truth, the thought of putting the hat on his head later made him sick.

Seeing that the sorting hat was put down, the faint voices in the dining room immediately became silent. They all knew that the main event was coming.

Sure enough, the hat twisted a few times, a crease opened and closed like a mouth, and it began to sing.

You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can eat myself.

Hearing this, Maca's mouth twitched.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your top silk hats smooth and straight. I am the magic hat used for the Hogwarts test, so it is naturally superior to your hats...

The Sorting Hat kept on singing in an ugly tune, but Maca had already turned her gaze to the ceiling, which was much more interesting than this.

It wasn't until everyone started applauding that Maca came back to his senses,

After taking a few shots, a few familiar freshmen were already discussing with their classmates.

Maybe I can go to Gryffindor, a little boy with long black hair next to Maca said in a low voice, My dad said, I've always been brave, I swallowed a whole A Flobber caterpillar!

Is your name Bear Grylls? Maca swallowed hard after hearing the words.

Who is that? My name is Kona, Michael Kona, you can call me Mike. The little boy Michael tilted his head.

They were chatting casually when they saw Professor McGonagall take two steps forward and gently unfold the roll of parchment in his hand.

Whoever I call now puts on a hat and sits on a stool for sorting, she said. Hannah Abbott!

A little girl with flushed cheeks and two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on the sorting hat, which was obviously too big for her and covered her eyes.

Maca looked at this reckless little girl, and thought it was really funny.

She sat down, and after a while, the Sorting Hat yelled, Hufflepuff—!

The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table, and the ghost of the fat monk at the long table waved happily to her.

Susan Burns.

Hufflepuff—! cried the hat, changing the tune again. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

The sorting continued, and the hat expertly changed one strange tone after another, as if thinking about these boring things every semester to pass the time.

Unsurprisingly, the trio of Harry were assigned to Gryffindor College, which represents courage and courage; Anthony and Lisa met on the train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course Ernie was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Michael, who was eating Flobber caterpillars beside Maca, did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw College. It could be seen that he was actually a little reconciled.

Maka McClain.

Finally it was my turn, Maca immediately stepped forward upon hearing this, picked up the sorting hat, hesitated for a while, and put it on her head resignedly.

Hmm... It seems you are very reluctant? The Sorting Hat twisted its body and said dissatisfied.

Actually, I hope you can take a bath for yourself. Maca didn't deny it. He guessed that the hat could roughly read his thoughts, so it's best to tell the truth.

Well, I think so too, but I can't crawl to the bathroom by myself, can I? The sorting hat twisted again, and the tip of the hat drooped in frustration, But every headmaster can't think of such a thing, they too busy.

After complaining a little, it regained its original vitality and muttered to itself.

Well—ah—it's hard, very hard, said the Sorting Hat, it stands to reason that you should go to Ravenclaw, where the atmosphere can allow you to absorb the essence of knowledge more fully; but your cleverness and The bigger picture can only be cultivated more thoroughly in Slytherin...

Where are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff? Maca asked curiously.

Ah? Gryffindor! Do you think it's possible? The Sorting Hat asked directly in a strange tone.

Well, I actually think so too... Maca curled her lips and said helplessly.

At this time, the Sorting Hat suddenly twisted itself around, rubbed the tip of the hat against the wide brim, and said while thinking, Well, Hufflepuff, yes yes yes yes yes...you have to Go there, it should be the most correct choice.

After all, it didn't wait for Maca to speak, and directly opened its throat and shouted: Hufflepuff—!

Maca put the hat back on the four-legged stool with a puzzled expression, walked towards the long Hufflepuff table with a mind full of doubts, and took a seat amidst the applause of the seniors.

Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is - idiot! Scream! Scum! Twist! Maca stopped talking with The conversation of a tall senior, looked up at Dumbledore who was talking, Thank you everyone!

When Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to applaud.

What do you mean? Maca turned his head and asked the senior beside him.

I don't know, maybe the professor is just showing his sense of humor. The senior shrugged, expressing that he didn't understand, Just follow the music, don't worry too much.

At this time, a large amount of food suddenly appeared on the empty golden plate on the long table. Roast beef, roast chicks, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce soup, everything is dazzling.

What is this? Maca reached out and grabbed a plate, Peppermint hard candy?

Professor Dumbledore likes this recently. The senior explained in a vague voice while gnawing the meat off the lamb chops. He always shares his favorite sweets and drinks with everyone.

Maca shrugged after hearing this, and then pushed the plate with mints away.

Maka, aren't you hungry? Not far away, Ernie watched curiously as Maca put the roast beef into his mouth, and couldn't help asking.

Oh, I actually eat a lot. Maca smiled. Obviously, while ensuring that the food was not so ugly, he bet his efficiency on speed.

Let me look at Ernie, he's maintaining his demeanor! A senior who looked a bit careless smiled and joked about Maca.

Aha! I was seen through by my senior sister. Maca was not annoyed at all, but joked himself, Otherwise, how could I get senior sister to talk to me! I mean, a beautiful woman like senior sister .”

That senior sister didn't expect to be teased by Maca once, her cheeks turned red when she was caught off guard, but she still said bravely: Oh, that's not bad, I've made an appointment for your little boyfriend senior sister!

Hey! Charlotte, you are finally getting married! Another girl next to her teased her with a smile, and seemed to be her good friend.

Amid the booing from the students around, Charlotte couldn't stand it any longer, and hurriedly lowered her head and forked a slice of baked potato from her dinner plate into her mouth, her pretty face turned even redder.