Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hearing another scream from the front, Maca stood on tiptoes and looked ahead.

I saw twenty pearly white, translucent humanoid phantoms suddenly appeared on one side of the wall. Maca took a closer look, and it was probably a group of ghosts.

They were talking to each other, sliding lightly over the room, and Maca vaguely heard the word "Pippi".

"... I said, what are you doing here?" A ghost wearing a round ruffled collar tights seemed to have just spotted the first-year students below.

"Newborn!" Another chubby monk smiled at them and said, "I think, maybe you are going to be tested?"

Some students nodded silently, but no one spoke.

"I hope you can get Hufflepuff!" said the monk, "I went to that college before."

"Now move forward," a shrill voice said beside the monk, "the sorting ceremony will begin soon."

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

"Now, in a single row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshmen, "follow me."

Maca was at the back of the line, and after a while, he followed the students in front of the room and left the room-there was no way, who would let him be behind in the first place?

This is the Hogwarts restaurant. Students of other grades have been sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles above the table float on the long table out of thin air, lighting up the whole restaurant.

On the four tables were glittering gold plates and goblets, and the seniors looked at them, these freshmen, whispering about which ones would go to their college and which ones might not.

There is another long table on the top table of the restaurant, which is the seat of teachers.Professor McGonagall led them there and arranged them in a row facing all the seniors, while the teachers stood quietly behind them.

The candlelight in mid-air flickered slightly, reflecting the seniors’ faces a little white, and the ghosts that I saw just now were mingled with faint silver light among them. Everyone turned their eyes to this side. .

Maca looked boredly at the enchanted ceiling above his head. The pitch black background was dotted with countless twinkling stars, which seemed to be true in the faint magical smoke—he even found it on it. Several familiar constellations.

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

Professor Ge gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshman, and Maca retracted his gaze from the ceiling and fell in front of him.He saw Professor McGonagall put another top wizard hat on the stool, the hat was patched, worn out and extremely dirty.To be honest, the thought of putting this hat on his head later made him feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that the sorting hat was put down, the faint voice in the dining room immediately became silent. They all knew that the highlight 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 pretty, but don't judge people by appearance. If you can find a hat more beautiful than me, I can eat myself."

Hearing this, Maca's mouth twitched.

"You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and make your top silk hats smooth and crisp. I am the magic hat used in the Hogwarts test. It is naturally superior to your hats..."

The Sorting Hat continued to sing in an unpleasant tone, but Maca had already turned his eyes back to the ceiling, which was much more interesting than this.

It wasn't until everyone started to applaud that Maca came back to his senses.

"Maybe I can go to Gryffindor," a little boy with long black hair beside Maca lowered his voice to him. "My dad said, I have always been courageous, and I swallowed it whole when I was a kid. Flobber caterpillar!"

"Are you Bell Grylls?" Maca swallowed hard at 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 one after another when they saw Professor McGonagall take two steps forward and gently unfold the roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting house." She said, "Hannah Abbot!"

A little girl with red cheeks and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a sorting hat. The hat was obviously too big for her, and it suddenly covered her restricted eyes.

Maca looked at this reckless little girl and found it really funny.

She sat down, and after a while, she heard the sorting hat stretched out and shouted, "Hufflepuff--!"

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

"Susan Burns."

"Hufflepuff--!" the hat changed its tone and shouted.Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

The sorting continues, and the hat is skillfully changed into a strange tone after another. It seems that every semester is thinking about these boring things to pass the time.

Not surprisingly, the Harry trio was assigned to Gryffindor College, which represents courage and boldness; Anthony and Lisa met on the train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course the Ernie was assigned. Hufflepuff.

The Michael who swallowed the Flobber caterpillar next to Maca did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw College.It can be seen that he is actually a bit unwilling.

"Maca McLean."

When it was finally his turn, Maca immediately stepped forward when he heard the words, took the Sorting Hat, and after hesitating for a moment, put it on his head as if resigning.

"Well... it seems you are reluctant?" The Sorting Hat twisted and said dissatisfiedly.

"Actually, I hope you can take a bath for yourself." Maca does not deny it. He estimates that this hat can roughly read his thoughts, and it is best to tell the truth.

"Well, I think so too, but I can't climb to the bathroom by myself, right?" The sorting hat twisted again, and the upright tip of the hat slumped down in frustration. "But no principal can think of such a thing, they too busy."

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

"Well--, ah--it's very difficult, very difficult," the Sorting Hat said, "It stands to reason that you have to go to Ravenclaw. The atmosphere there allows you to absorb the essence of knowledge more fully; but your cleverness and The overall situation 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 peculiar tone.

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

At this moment, the sorting hat suddenly twisted himself over, rubbed the wide brim with the tip of the hat, and then said while considering, "Well, Hufflepuff, yes yes, yes yes... you have to Go there, this should be the most correct choice."

After all, it didn't wait for Maca to speak, and shouted, "Hufflepuff--!"

Maca put his hat back on the four-legged stool with a puzzled look, walked toward Hufflepuff's long table with doubts in his head, and took a seat amidst the applause of the seniors.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet, I want to say a few words. That is-fool! Cry! Residual! Twist!" Maca stopped and said. Talking to a certain tall senior, he looked up at Dumbledore who was talking, "Thank you!"

After Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to applaud.

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

"I don't know, probably the professor is just showing his sense of humor." The senior shrugged and said 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, grilled chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, boiled potatoes, grilled potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup soup, everything is dazzling.

"What is this again?" Maca stretched his hand over a plate, "Mint hard candy?"

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

After hearing this, Maca shrugged, then pushed the plate with mints far away.

"Maca, aren't you hungry?" Not far away, Ernie looked at Maca curiously as he delivered the roast beef to his mouth, and couldn't help but ask.

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

"Let me see Ernie, he is keeping his demeanor!" A senior who looked a little careless, smiled and joked about Maca.

"Aha! I was seen through by Senior Sister," Maca didn't feel annoyed at all, but she also jokingly said, "Otherwise, how can you let Senior Sister talk to me! I mean, a beautiful beauty like Senior Sister ."

The elder sister did not expect that she was teased by Maca once, but her cheeks became flushed by surprise, but she still said pretentiously: "Oh, this is not bad, you little boyfriend, senior sister, I booked!"

"Oh! Charlotte, you are finally ready to marry!" The other girl next to her laughed and teased her, who seemed to be her good friend.

Amidst the roaring of the students around, Charlotte couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly lowered her head to fork a piece of roasted potato from her dinner plate and put it in her mouth, her beautiful face even more red.