Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Helen Schon!"

Like Hogwarts, these little wizards from Minos are not all of Greek origin.The first girl Maca reported seemed to be of Nordic descent just like Maca and others.

Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, glanced at him when he heard Maca announce his name, and then walked to the four-legged stool and sat down somewhat restrained.

Seeing her legs close together and her two small hands resting on her knees peacefully, there is a considerable degree of tension in her cuteness.The eyelids were drooping slightly, obviously not dare to look at the large curious eyes in the auditorium.

Maca carried the parchment roll and walked to Helen's side, and buckled the sorting hat in her hand on her long chestnut hair, and Helen shrank her neck subconsciously.

"what!"

As soon as the sorting hat got on Helen's hair, she immediately yelled, shaking her whole body with fright.

"I gave the hat a problem as soon as I came up, but what I like to study most in this hat is the problem... Hmm..." The Sorting Hat twisted his body and groaned for a while, "I think... logically speaking, it should be to Ravenclaw. , But... girl, what do you think?"

"...What?" Helen said with big eyes suddenly flashing.

"Ravenclaw College allows you to freely pursue knowledge and satisfy curiosity," the Sorting Hat sings, "and Slytherin College allows you to carefully explore the darkness and interpret desires... This hat suggests you Choose one from these two academies...Of course, it's just a suggestion, and the hat is just a hat."

"Pull, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, then raised her eyes to look at the students at the four long tables, and then hesitated slightly.

"Hmm..." The Sorting Hat crooked its spire again, "Is this your choice? Then—Gryffindor!"

Helen's branch was chanted loudly by the hat, and most of the little lions clapped enthusiastically.

This is also natural. Most of the sympathetic little wizards have a lot of affection for Helen, this lovely little girl.

"Eh?"

In Helen's stunned moment, Maca pinched the tip of the hat and lifted the sorting hat.

Suddenly he felt that the top of his head was empty, and Helen immediately recovered, and walked over a little erratic in the welcome of the little lions.

"The Sorting Hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maca asked casually to the Sorting Hat, looking at the girl's back.

"Special?" The Sorting Hat thought for a while, "If you want to say it is special, it must be not as special as your kid... how to say? Is it a kid who has forgotten how to choose?"

Naturally it was not the time to ask, Maca glanced at the parchment again, and then said loudly: "Helen Schon, assigned to Gryffindor College, in third grade... Next, Socaratis K. Christopher Dopoulos."

"...Chris Stoperos?"

At the long Gryffindor table, Ron, who was watching the new female classmate curiously, heard such a strange name that made his tongue knotted.

"No, it's'Christopnos'." Harry corrected from the side.

"Not'Chris Rose'?" Neville asked with a puzzled look on his face holding his toad Raffles.

"Don't you think it is weird that the one you are talking about has so many syllables?" Ron patted Neville's shoulder hard and laughed.

"Ron! You are not qualified to make fun of Neville," Hermione, who was talking to Helen, suddenly turned her head and yelled. "Also, don't make fun of someone's name!"

"...It's Christopher Dopoulos." Helen, who was sitting next to Hermione, carefully pulled her sleeve, and said softly, "Sokaradis is very good, just like Miss Granger. Kind and passionate,It’s our student dean..."

Halfway through the conversation, she paused suddenly and said with a sullen expression: "...Well, I mean, I used to be... our student director."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Ron immediately said with a weeping expression on Helen's face, "We didn't mean it, that... well, we all remember it, it's called Ke Reese...huh?"

Halfway through hastily comforting, Ron realized that he had almost forgotten the elusive surname, and immediately turned around embarrassedly to ask Harry and the others for help.

"Uh..." Harry whispered, then helplessly spread his hands, "I think we might have to include this name in the homework list."

"puff."

Helen seemed to be poked with a smile by Harry's words, and smiled with a puff of cheeks, a faint blush on her lovely face.

"Thank you seniors... it's okay," Helen took a breath and smiled sweetly at everyone, cleverly and sensibly, "Actually, when I just went to settle in Greece with my dad, I was also for those weird things. The name has been troubled for a long time..."

"In order to remember the names that must be remembered, I also put them on the sticky notes, and they are posted everywhere at home!"

"Oh, this is a great idea!" Ron clapped his hands, "I thought of using this method to recite "A Thousand Wonders of Herbs and Mushrooms" before—"

"If you didn't mention it, I forgot..." Harry glared at Ron angrily when he heard the words. "When you were in the first grade, you nailed all the thumbtacks on the whole wall of the bedroom, right? The thumbtacks on the floor almost pierced the soles of my feet!"

"Huh?" Ron turned his head to avoid Harry's gaze and said dryly, "No, didn't I just say it then? That must be a good thing Pepigui did..."

Helen watched Harry and Ron chattering with each other, seeming to find it very interesting, and could not help but let out a crisp laugh like a wind chime.

...

"Slytherin—"

Just now, when Ron and the others were talking about the boy's name and you were talking to me, the Sorting Hat quickly reported the boy's sorting result.

"Oh?" Maca raised his eyebrows a little, and then said quietly, "Sokaradis Christozdopoulos, assigned to Slytherin College, in sixth grade...Next... "

"Professor McLean, please call me'Sokas'."

The boy whose sorting hat was removed by Maca politely bent over and bowed, then stood up from the four-foot stool, and walked generously to the Slytherin table as the little snakes watched the fall.

Maca looked at the back of the boy who was a year older than him, and secretly drew a circle in his heart.

"Next, Paris..."

The names of the Greeks are very confusing, although they are not harder to read than some ancient magic texts, but it is indeed a bit confusing to read one after another.

After finishing this special sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall immediately waved his magic wand, filled all the large plates with food, and announced the start of today's dinner quite in time.

Maca snapped the sorting hat to his head, and immediately returned to the faculty seat. He picked up the fork and gave himself a big fried chicken leg.

"Professor McGonagall, where's Umbridge?" He looked at the empty seats in the table, then swallowed a bite of chicken thighs, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "Didn't she come back with me before?"

"It seems that there is something urgent for the Ministry of Magic. She went back suddenly..." McGonagall frowned slightly, "I originally planned to announce her re-appointment after the sorting ceremony."

"Really..." Maca thought for a while, "I'll go to the principal's room and put back the sorting hat. By the way, please ask Mr. Evra to check the situation at the Ministry of Magic."

The "Mr. Evra" in his mouth is one of the portraits of principals of past generations hanging on the wall of the principal's room.He has held two ministerial positions in the Ministry of Magic, and there are also portraits of him on the Ministry of Magic.

"Well," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Okay, I will pass after I arrange it here."

After speaking casually, Maca crossed the chicken legs on the plate again, opened his mouth and took a big bite, chewing contentedly.

"The Sorting Hat...Is there any weird guy among the students just now?" He asked vaguely the Sorting Hat on his head while chewing on the chicken.

"What's weird?" The Sorting Hat lazily said, "It's almost the same! Everyone is superficial and selfish, isn't it? Rather, it's stranger to be completely consistent."

"For example?" Maca said curiously.

"For example, Luna Lovegood—and Minerva McGonagall—"

"Maca!" Professor McGonagall turned his head suddenly, "put that hat next to him, and don't talk much when eating."

"It seems that you have to be added to these people." Maca smiled and shrugged.

"Of course, this hat has always been--"

Before finishing the sorting hat, Maca took it off his head and put it on the edge of the dining table.

"You'd better stop talking, save Professor McGonagall throwing you in the fireplace for a while." He patted the pointed top of the sorting hat and said funnyly, "In that case, your bath would be useless."

"Huh, this hat never tells lies."

After humming, the Sorting Hat stopped talking nonsense, and calmed down.

While Maca stuffed food in his mouth, he looked up at the long tables in the distance. Most of the refugee students from Minos were bathed in the kindness of the little wizards of the various colleges. It will be too difficult.

Of course, two students who have been assigned to Slytherin College may have a relatively difficult time in the process of integration.

"...Helen, come and taste this mushroom soup, I think this is the most delicious of Hogwarts dishes!" Vaguely, Maca seemed to hear Hermione's clear voice.) Download the free reader!!