Author: Aurora Scatters

Harry, who was roaring in his mind, almost couldn't hold back his expression!

Did you recognize the wrong person and recognize the handsome old man with short white hair and black stand-up coat next to Dumbledore as Grindelwald, or is there something wrong with this world?

It's not that he was defeated by Dumbledore in a duel decades ago, and then

etc!

Harry suddenly realized that he had never read the magic history textbook of this world, nor had he read the relevant content. He didn't even buy the chocolate frog because he thought it was too sweet, let alone get Dumbledore's chocolate frog card.

Could it be?

When I thought that Snape was his godfather, everything seemed to be reasonable.

‘Haha~’ Harry sneered in his heart. Now he really wants to give himself a forgetting spell, or learn brain closure quickly, and then seal all the content about HP I saw in his previous life. This world is no longer right. If he seeks the so-called "correct" plot and tries to "prophet", he may not know how he died.

Just as Harry was thinking all over his mind and in a daze, the branch hat had already started singing the strange branch hat song of the branch hat. The old hat still looked like a ragged one. It was placed on a four-foot stool and grinned happily. The lyrics that had been written for a whole year had been sang loudly in a strange melody. After the end, it attracted warm cheers from a group of little wizards. The thunderous applause woke Harry up and Professor McGonagall's name began.

"Whoever I click on the name now will sit on the stool and wear the hat."

Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and then pronounced the first name.

"Hannah Aibo!"

A blonde girl with a rosy face and two handlebars stumbled out of the queue. She put on her hat, the brim just covered her eyes, after a moment of pause-

"Hufflepuff!" shouted.

A group of people on the right side of the auditorium applauded Hannah and welcomed her to Hufflepuff's table and sat down. Harry saw the fat ghost with a link waving to her, obviously happy.

Professor McGonagall called out quickly, and the efficiency of the school hat was obviously very high. More than half of the school students were already over, but none of them could last for thirty seconds on the school hat’s head.

The Malfoy's Kassandra and Draco brothers were assigned to Slytherin without any surprises. When the separating hat almost touched their blonde hair, they shouted loudly: Slytherin!

When it was Hermione, the Sorting Hat mumbled on her head for a while, as if she was whispering to Hermione, but the thirty-second limit was still not broken. The old hat smacked his lips, "Ravenclaw!"

Hermione took off her hat, then waved to Harry and Neville, and walked briskly to the second long table on the left.

"It seems Hermione really likes reading books." Harry murmured.

"Yes, Hermione really likes it."

When Neville nodded and agreed with Harry's words, Professor McGonagall called his name.

"Nevil Longbottom."

The sudden voice scared Navigh so cleverly that if Harry hadn't pulled him, he might have fallen into the ground with his left foot and his right foot.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong along the way. Navigh, who was mumbling, walked to the chair and sat down the branch hat with his butt.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The branch hat, which was struggling to twist, made a series of muffled shouts. The little wizards couldn't hold back their laughter. This was the first time they saw the branch hat so unlucky. The little fat man, who was a little confused, made hundreds of people laugh. Neville's face turned red all of a sudden. Under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze, Neville quickly stood up and apologized to the old hat while stroking his hat.

"well"

The branch hat sighed helplessly, and it was latched on Neville's head.

"Not a difficult problem."

The voice of the old hat echoed in Neville's mind, "I saw the courage in your heart, child, of course, this is not the kind of courage you have to sit under my butt with the old hat."

"So how about going to Gryffindor? I think where can you discover the courage in your heart."

"Is it?" Neville swallowed, seemingly a little uncertain.

"Yes, your parents are all Gryffindor, and you also have the courage of your parents, but you"

The Division Hat paused. He could see a person's heart and qualities and hear the voice of the little wizard at the moment, but it did not mean that the Division Hat could read the memory. Otherwise, Hogwarts would have an additional college called Azkaban. Voldemort would be thrown in when he entered the school. The Division Hat read Voldemort's burning ambition fire inside, so he threw him into Slytherin. What he saw in Neville's heart was bravery covered by mist.

If the soul has color, and the color of the soul represents the quality of this person, then the branch hat says that it is this different color for everyone.

Someone tampered in Neville's memory, making him forget some unforgettable things, but this magic could not cover up the insight of the branch hat and did not affect his ability to see the quality hidden in Neville's heart.

".But you need to find it yourself, looking for the courage that exists in your heart."

"Child, then just Gryffindor, I think you're right there."

Neville bit his lip, and his hesitation was also read by the Division Hat. It is precisely because of this that Division Hat told him so much that people's hearts are complicated, and Division will greatly affect the little wizard's time in school in the next seven years.

"Yes, Harry also told me that I must be braver and I must start changing myself, so that I can only do so." Neville was embarrassed to think of the love letter Harry received. He also wanted to be noticed one day by people, without being shining, just not being ignored, and having his own sense of existence.

The branch hat smacked his lips with satisfaction, and his eyes were still the same.

"Then it's decided--Ge"

"Wait a moment!"

Neville quickly shouted, "I'll go to Hufflepuff!"

"Ahem cough cough"

The old hat coughed and almost shivered, if he had it.

"Why?" asked the branch hat in surprise.

"Because this time, I have to make my own choices bravely!"

Neville answered very seriously, which made the Sorting Hat go crazy.

"I, you. Ouch."

"Everything, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one, every one,

"Let you be brave, let you be brave, listen to you." The branch hat grinned, "Are you sure you go to Hufflepuff?"

"Sure!"

"That's OK - Hufflepuff!"

The branch hat shouted loudly, and the dust settled, and the old hat couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The little wizard now is getting harder to carry.
Chapter completed!