"Susan Penshewedpatch!"

"Justin Finreri Hufflepach!"

In the beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat was opening its big mouth that was cracking from the edge. It was rapped while twisting restlessly. Occasionally, a few little wizards who were not afraid of trouble were kneaded the brim of the hat, making strange laughs.

As the students' names and the academy assigned by them were spoken from the branch hats, on the seats below, the little wizards clapped their hands warmly or perfunctorily.

At least at this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who dislike each other, will maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

The little wizards waiting for the academy to be assigned in the audience were nervous or expectant to watch others put on the branch hats, and then walked towards the corresponding academy seat amid the funny tone of the hats.

However, among the new generation, there was an out of place, a thin boy who was looking at the gorgeous and retro decorations around him and the strange candles floating in the air with a blank look on his face. The bright flames like stars shone brightly on the auditorium. You could still see translucent ghosts flying through the air around him. Everything made the boy unable to adapt for a while, and then muttered to himself after a while.

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

"Strange, am I dying in the hospital bed?" Just as the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high female voice rang out in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood at the four-corner table with the branch hat, looking at the parchment roll in his hand, but after waiting for a long time, he did not see the freshman coming up. He had to frown and recite loudly again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I haven't seen any movement in the freshmen for a long time, and now even Dumbledore cast a puzzled look, and the old students from various colleges even started talking privately.

"Who? Who is called Ivan? He is so brave?"

"Isn't it because I took the wrong path and missed the branch ceremony?"

“It’s interesting now”

At this time, the remaining freshmen moved a few steps behind them under the gaze of many professors and seniors, but the boy who had not yet figured out his status was still standing there, looking extremely conspicuous.

"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come here!" Professor McGonagall repeated again.

"Me?" Yifan pointed at himself in a daze, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little strange but had an unexpected sense of familiarity.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible? Just like others did, there will be other children who need a branch in the future." Perhaps because Ivan is a freshman, although Professor McGonagall asked for the fourth time, he didn't mean he was angry at all, but he felt that the freshman might be a little nervous.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he was being nudged. Then the freshmen in the front row also unexpectedly pushed Ivan one by one.

"Okay, kid, come here quickly." Professor McGonagall walked forward, put his shoulder on Ivan and pressed him on the chair, picked up the branch hat and pressed it on Ivan's head.

The branch hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head and said in a funny way.

"Hey, boy, don't be too shy. You are not the first person who feels nervous in such a place. Believe me, close your eyes and pass it without any pain!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. He had been in the new life for a while. He also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt it was a little hard to believe.

But, is this really Hogwarts? That magical place where you teach magic? But that's not

Ivan couldn't help but just about to continue thinking about it, but the sound of the branch hat sounded in Ivan's ears at the right time.

"Yes, of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!"

"I guess you must be from the Muggle family, right? Every few years there are always a few new little wizards who don't believe that magic is real. They say that they are all tricks and always want to take out a rabbit with long ears from my body. I told them that there is nothing in the hat, but they don't believe it."

The branch hat was joking, and the cracked mouth almost extended to the brim of the hat.

The ability of the branch hat to read memories made Yifan dare not think too much, and he quickly calmed down.

But perhaps because of the influence of the branch hat, Ivan's mind was like a slide, and strange memories flashed through it. The scattered Ivan himself couldn't put it together, as if it was a scene where a witch was teaching his own magic.

The witch in my memory is about thirty years old, with beautiful long golden hair, and opening her mouth to say something. Then Ivan only felt a wave of fear hitting his heart.

The branch hat was also complaining that it was the first time I saw a little wizard with such a messy idea, but I was surprised that Ivan was not from a Muggle family. No children from a wizard family didn't know Hogwarts.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Ivan's forehead. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the branch hat were from the original owner, if this continues, he doesn't know if the hat will read any important secrets. Ivan can only try his best to force himself to think about some irrelevant things.

"Cough cough" Seeing that the branch hat seemed to be endless, Professor McGonagall had to cough twice and remind the branch hat on the stage to do the main business.

The branch hat stopped and Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little curious about which academy he would be assigned to.

"Yeah, let me see, optimistic, smart, and like to think randomly." The branch hat dragged its long tone and suddenly lowered its voice and said, "And it also has a little bit of black magic."

"I know how to use black magic?" Ivan recalled the memories just now in a daze.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare black magic." The branch hat whispered to Ivan, as if he was whispering something.

"Of course, in my opinion, this is also an interesting black magic. It can always make people see things that they don't want to see. Someone once used it to make a prank, maybe you can try it too."

"Although Dumbledore must not want anyone to do this again," the Division Hat complained about himself.

"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about his ability to black magic, but the most important thing now is the branch's problem.

Only after the division of the yard could he take off this damn hat that could read memories.

Among the four major colleges in Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough courage (or recklessness?), and what Ravenclaw wants is wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to his cunning and insidious personality and outstanding magical talent.

As for Hufflepach

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

The Sorting Hat said that learning black magic is very consistent with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, it is also possible that he was assigned to Ravenclaw because he was both optimistic and smart.

Ivan thought a little narcissistically

"No, no, no, neither." The tone of the branch hat suddenly became a little humorous. "Although it will make you feel a little sad, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented wizards, so"

"Gryffindor!" The branch hat changed the whispering of the whispering with Ivan, and a high voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took off the branch hat from his head, a little surprised, and he didn't even have time to complain about the branch hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes, you should go there!" said the branch hat swearingly. "I have never made any mistakes, you have the corresponding qualities!"
Chapter completed!