Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

Along the way, neither Hema nor Professor McGonagall had any exchanges. After all, he was not a chatter.

Moreover, although Professor McGonagall is essentially a person who is cold outside and hot inside, the serious look at this time is still a bit stressful.

"Now the branch is about to start. Thank you for coming, Mr. Abbott."

Professor McGonagall came in through the side door and saw that the students had been lined up in preparation for the court hat trial.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center, saw him and smiled sideways, and Hema bowed his head, not to mention whether the old Dengtou would let him enter the plan to destroy Voldemort.

When Dumbledore rescued the baby, he found a good family for him and congratulated him on his birthday. In fact, he was still very good to him.

"Go, stand in front, Mr. Abbott, you might be the first to be called, after all, your sister was the first last year."

"I see, Professor."

Hema nodded and suddenly thought that her cheaper sister was the strongest nail house in all of Harry Potter's books, and the iron-clad Hannah was well-deserved!

Hema then walked toward the center of the auditorium, and the other little wizards also turned their heads to look at Hema, causing him to get goose bumps.

"Hannah, this is your brother!"

"Hmm." Hannah looked at Hema with a sigh of relief. After all, she didn't see him on the train and terrified her.

"Why didn't they come, Ron and Harry?" Neville looked at Hema and asked Fred and George next to him.

"Yeah, Fred, where have Ron and Harry gone? I haven't seen them all along the way!"

"Maybe it was taken away by Snape's robe..."

George made a joke, but didn't expect what he said in his own words, and then talked to Fred about things like prank props.

Neville and Simo next to them looked at the twins silently. Ron picked it up, but why was Hermione gone?

Not far from the Slytherin table, Malfoy pulled out a book and looked at it pretendingly, while looking sideways at Hema.

"Draco, this year's students look so good. The basic method is comparable to ours!"

A sharp voice reminded me of Malfoy. One hand put his robes unbridled, making him stunned, and then frowned, striking the opponent's hand.

"Pansi, don't touch me for nothing, I have something to do."

Hearing Malfoy's arrogant and cold voice, the anger that Pansy had just risen turned into a warm mass, and looked at Malfoy again in admiration.

"..." Malfoy sighed and said nothing more, put down the book and continued to look at Hema's direction.

"Then the Hogwarts branch ceremonies begin now. Whoever I call the name will put on a hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the branch."

With Professor McGonagall standing in the center, the branch officially began.

"Dirk Avery."

Hema was shocked when she heard the name. She was also part of the Aibo family. Why do you treat them differently??

Under the watch of the crowd, a skinny boy with bronze skin sat on the stool, and put the shabby wizard hat on his head.

After a short pause, the hat shuddered and shouted "Ravenclaw!"

Then Ravenclaw applauded and cheered, but compared to the kind of Harry Potter last year, the warm cheers, I am afraid not only now, but there will be no more in the future.

"Next, Hema Aibo."

Hearing his name, Hema also slowly walked onto the stage, put on her hat, and was about to go up on a stool but found something blocking her.

"Mr. Abbott, you can put down the broom on your back first.

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice rang from behind him, and Hema remembered that he was still carrying his big wand, although it was wrapped like a broom.

"Oh, sorry, Professor McGonagall." Hema did not explain this wand, which was mistaken for a broom, and gently removed it from the back strap and put it outward.

All the students noticed Hema's movements, and some people almost laughed. What is this guy doing, let the professor help him hold it?

And in the next second, when everyone watched the wood pimple fall to the ground, Hema's fingers flashed a faint light, and the scepter stood on the ground, suspended beside it.

After seeing this scene, all the little wizards instantly widened their eyes and looked at Hema inconceivably, and the senior students slowly changed from smiling to shock.

Scepterless casts and silent spells!!

Silent casts that will not be practiced until the sixth grade, even if they have seventh grade students, if they do not practice often, they are in control.

But this new silent spell is actually more skillful than theirs. Although it is only a small floating spell, he has also done a wandless cast!

My goodness, this guy must come to his college, this is a genius!Absolute genius!

Students with excellent academic performance are more direct than Harry Potter!For example, Hermione, although some people do not like her, but have to admit that the other party is excellent,

Suddenly, the heads of all grades were staring at Herma like a treasure, and even the professor sitting at the top couldn't help clapping his hands.

Especially Prof. Flivi, who is enchanted, he now can’t wait to go directly to declare Hema as a student of his Ravenclaw, but in the end he could bear it and raised a glass of wine in his hand to Hema.

"Beautiful wandless spell casting and silent mantra, everyone is quiet first, Mr. Aibo has no branch yet~"

As the scene became noisier, Dumbledore knocked the glass with a spoon, and the auditorium suddenly became quiet.

"Please, Mr. Hema." Dumbledore raised Aibo with a slight smile, calming Hema's already flustered heart.

Just now he wasn't really pretending to be malicious. He did learn 8 or 9 spells throughout the summer, but it included the use of silent spells.

He didn't learn to cast without a wand. He just used magic subconsciously just now, and then it became.

He found that he could do this, just when he just fell from the air and used a spell.

Speaking of the branch, although he also wanted to think about which college he used to be in, he thought about finding his own salted fish. It seemed that none of the colleges liked it very much.

Although Gryffindor is good, but they feel they are too active, not in line with my energy-saving strategy, Ravenclaw is OK, but he doesn’t like to bother.

Hufflepuff, he didn’t think he deserved to be a place of honest people. In Slytherin’s words, he didn’t pursue power so much, nor was he pure blood.

After thinking about it, the hat buckled on his head, and a hoarse voice rang from his ears.

"Um~ It's hard, you feel like a student last year... what's your name..."

"Harry Potter?"

"No~no~, Hermione Granger, I was thinking that she was suitable for Gryffindor, and also suitable for Ravenclaw, but in the end she went to Gryffindor."

"But you are different. You have talent, bravery, you are smart, you can use all the good things to move forward, but you are kind to others. You have some characteristics of each college."

"So where should I go?"

"Where do you want to go?" The branch hat also surprisingly came up with the idea of ​​asking the little wizard himself. It was impossible to assert for the first time.

"I'm free." Hema responded, too, he did think so.

"..." After hearing Hema's answer, the branch cap fell into a strange silence.

The other little wizards and the students underneath looked at Hema, who had been sitting there for a long time, and clenched their fists.

"This guy might come to Slytherin, only we Slytherin deserve this kind of talent."

"Wood, this kid is a genius. When he comes to Gryffindor, let him try Quidditch."

As the discussion underneath began again, the Sorting Hat suddenly shouted "Slytherin!!" from the silence.