Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Sure enough, ten seconds later.

"Quiet."

With the dull and old voice, all the children whispering around quieted down. It seems that someone has pressed the volume OFF button.

A thin old man with gray hair slowly turned out from behind the burning hall. He was wearing a bronze robe, his hands behind him, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

This is an unknown teacher in the school.

Hoffa's breathing is a bit depressed. I don't know why. The moment he saw this old man, he felt that Hogwarts now may be much stricter than 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the new student with his hands on his back: "You will learn a lot in Hogwarts, but first of all, what you have to learn is not magic, but discipline."

Where the old man's eyes swept across, the new student lowered his head without exception.

"The separate house ceremony will begin soon. Which house is assigned to, which house is irrefutable. Come with me."

The old man finished it very concisely. I didn't mean to explain more to them.

With one hand behind him, he turned to the hall, walking quite aggressively.

A group of new students, led by the old man, passed through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, and the walls burned with blazing flames every ten meters.

Several students around whispered.

"Is that Deputy Headmistress Adbey?"

".....so fierce, fierce than the legend."

"Shhh!!"

As soon as they said a few words, someone hurriedly told them to shut up. They looked terrified and even shivered.

Adbe Gosak, it turned out to be him.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda with a calm face.

putting it that way, is this old man her grandfather? It looks really strict.

While thinking, Hoffa looked at the surroundings. There is no ghost walking around here. Only the new student's footsteps were quiet, and the oil painting eyes on the wall moved slowly with them, but most of them didn't say a word.

Across the corridor, a group of new students came to the auditorium of Hogwarts.

The solemn and dim auditorium is covered with blue carpets on the floor.

The surrounding voices are a little louder, but they all talk very restrained and quietly. Not at all like on the train, talking and laughing freely.

There is no romance as written in later novels, there are no hundreds of burning candles, and there is no warm welcome Prefect.

The lighting here is provided by the brazier.

all around There are braziers on the walls. Every time a new student walks a section of the road, the brazier lights up and the hall becomes brighter.

Above the ceiling dome, thousands of bright stars slowly rotate in the darkness.

Such as ancient and obscure astrology, profound mystery, serious and rigid.

Hoffa looked towards the classroom seat in the crowd. In the middle of the classroom seat is an old man with white beard. He has dark eyes, thin body and half-bald hair.

Amando Dipeter, the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

Just a glance at Hoffa confirmed that this guy is not Dumbledore's headmaster at all.

There is no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.

It is said that once the emperor and the courtier, no wonder the whole school is filled with a breath of rules and order.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore. At this moment, he was sitting on the left side of the faculty chair, talking in a low voice with a black hair fatty next to him.

Hoffa saw that fatty and immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Slytherin Head of House.

The man who taught Voldemort the secret of soul splitting, more than fifty years later, he returned to the same position.

Walking to the statue of a giant eagle in front of the staff seat, Deputy Headmistress Adbe Gorshak turned around. Beside him is a blue padded high stool.

There is a gray and wrinkled hat on the stool.

"In a row."

Serious Professor Gorsak said coldly.

His voice was flat, but all the new students immediately followed the order and stood in a row.

Professor Goshak took out a long parchment from his cuff.

"If you hear the name, come up and wear a Sorting Hat."

"Icaran Mitte......."

A boy After trotting over, buckling the hat on his head in a hurry, Sorting Hat shouted immediately.

"Gryffindor!"

A faint applause sounded from a table on the left hand side. When these people clapped, they were quite restrained. Not as intense as described in later books.

"Alphad. Black." Goshak continued to announce his name.

The last name Hoffa is very familiar.

Black.

Is a member of Sirius's family.

He looked up and saw that a boy wearing a black robe with a cold face separated from the crowd and sat on a high stool.

Sorting Hat hesitated for a long time before assigning him to Slytherin. This Black frowned seems to be a little unhappy.

Hoffa watched the boy who was his age walk by, wondering what the relationship between this person and the future Sirius Black was.

Not long after Alphad left, Hoffa heard another familiar name.

"Eileen Prince."

Prince? Irene Prince?

half-blood prince Snape What the hell?

Hoffa raised his head immediately.

It was a girl with black hair. She was pale, with greasy hair, freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She trot a little nervously before Sorting Hat, and Sorting Hat quickly assigned her to Slytherin.

Hoffa thinks that today, he has a long eye, and these people here are all the ancestors of celebrities in the future! He even wondered, if he soaked that Irene Prince just now, would he be a Snape dad...

Hoffa shook his head quickly, he felt that he was so serious It’s not very good to think about this kind of ghosts in the auditorium.

Moreover, Irene is not pretty...

Sometimes Sorting Hat is very fast, sometimes very slow.

The fast person will be fine in a few seconds.

Some people waited slowly for up to 1 point. During this period, everyone in the hall also waited silently, without any sound.

The crowd came forward one by one, except for some of the Great Family surnames of later generations. It is difficult for Hoffa to hear familiar people in this separate house ceremony.

Suddenly, as Gorshak shouted: "Aglaia S. De Laces.

A blue-eyed silver-haired girl walked out of the crowd, expressionless Sitting on a high stool.

Hoffa's eyes stared.

It turned out that her name is Aglaia S. De La Cess. It’s a stinky long name. .

As soon as Sorting Hat touched her silver hair, he yelled, "Ravenclaw. "

Damn it, Hoffa shook his head secretly, but it's a pity that he is not a Sorting Hat, otherwise I will definitely assign the goods to Slytherin.

Aglaia put down Sorting Hat and walked down the steps. When he passed by Hoffa, he gave him a mocking smile. As if mocking his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought that if he were Harry Potter, he would definitely be a character like Malfoy... .....

"Tom .Marvolo .Riddle .. "

A name in the Deputy Headmistress's mouth interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He lifts the head and wants to witness this historic moment.

The young Tom separated the crowd and walked slowly to Sorting Hat. He seemed calm, but Hoffa keenly observed that both of his hands were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were violent. Obviously he was very excited.

Only one second.

Sorting Hat: "Slytherin! "

The applause broke out from the right hand table, three points more eagerly than the applause of others. In this serious atmosphere, this is already very difficult.

In less than one afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

The boy put down the Sorting Hat, Hoffa actually saw a little relieved expression on his face.

Really strange, Voldemort also has this kind of emotion.

After a dozen more people left, Gorshak Deputy Headmistress finally gave out his name without expression.

"Hoffa .Bach. "

Miranda pushed Hoffa a little bit, and Hoffa walked out of the crowd.

No one else responded. For them, this is just a common name.

But one person's eyes widened.

Aglaia, who was sitting at the corner of the Ravenclaw table, was still expressionless and lacking in interest.

But When she saw Hoffa coming out, she was a little puzzled at first.

Then her face was ashen, a humiliated anger rushed into her forehead, she knocked on the table with a punch, and attracted the Ravenclaws next to her.

Look sideways.

"Asshole..."

Agleia squeezed out two words with gnashing teeth. Then she knew that this boy is simply not a Miller .Gorsak. It’s called Hoffa.Bach.

In her opinion, the Bach student’s ignorance of her on the train is the biggest insult to her.

Hoffa certainly didn’t know that his actions on the train had offended a Ravenclaw. He sat on a high stool and put on a hat a little nervously.

speaking of which casual, but true At this moment, he couldn't help but be nervous.

As soon as he put on the hat, Sorting Hat sighed in his ear.

"Difficult... so difficult... .. It's been a long time since I saw such a difficult student. Brave, yes. The heart is not bad, but also very smart, and naturally there is no lack of ambition. Well, it seems that all four houses are suitable for you. "

Hoffa is speechless, this can be regarded as a change of method to call me as uncharacteristic, and everyone.

The passage of time 1 point and one second is longer than anyone else's delay. After 3 minutes, Hoffa was still sitting on the stool.

Professor Gosak, who was standing aside, glanced at Hoffa more.

Sorting Hat kept muttering in Hoffa’s ear. Hmm.

"...First exclude Hufflepuff, you are not suitable there...Secondly I want to exclude Slytherin, although you are ambitious, but not enough, not enough for Slytherin standard. "

Hoffa's breathing is a bit short.

Sorting Hat: "Then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are left. Well, let me think about it..."

Hoffa is a little nervous, Ravenclaw, if it’s normal, but since meeting the silver-haired girl, he really doesn’t want to be with that kind of person Stay in a house.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He thought that when Harry Potter was wearing a Sorting Hat, it was difficult for the hat to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end Harry Potter made his own choice. Gryffindor.

So Hoffa also learned something, he said in his mind.

Don’t go to Ravenclaw...don’t go to Ravenclaw...don’t go Ravenclaw .......

So Sorting Hat shouted in a voice that shook the sky: "Ravenclaw! "