Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

The boat quickly carried the freshmen to the other side of the lake. Under Hagrid's leadership, everyone walked all the way to Hogwarts Castle.

Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of the school, was standing there. She led everyone to a small empty room, and left after saying a few words.

The freshmen began to whisper to each other, discussing how the next division will proceed.

These freshmen have learned about the four colleges at home or on the train, know their characteristics, and have their own goals in mind.

So they don't want to be assigned to a college they don't want to go to because of the school's policy.

It's a pity that the sorting methods that everyone talks about are not the same. It seems that all the people who have been sorted deliberately don't tell the new students the correct way of sorting.

Ron has been following Harry since he got off the train, and at this time he said to Harry again: Harry, which college do you want to go to?

It's fine. Anyway, we don't have the right to decide, and it depends on the school's allocation. Harry closed his eyes to rest, and replied without opening his eyes.

Harry didn't care where she would be allocated. After all, according to Hogwarts: A School History, the four colleges only lived in different places, and the order of courses was different, and there would be no difference in the content of learning.

It doesn't mean that, like the North Continent, different churches have different paths to follow. So Harry looked indifferent.

If he really deduced which college he might go to, according to the representative animal of the school, Harley thought that there was a high probability that he would go to Slytherin. After all, the mythical creature form of the Witch is the Gorgon.

And he seems to be in line with the shrewdness and ambition of Slytherin College, and he is not lacking in cunning, and Slytherin will not reject black magic. No matter how you look at it, Slytherin is very suitable for you.

But the quality that Gryffindor values ​​seems to be in line with his own situation, after all, this college values ​​courage the most.

You know, Harley had defected from the Witch Sect, the sect that served the original Witch of the evil god.

Harley had the courage to defect from such a sect at the beginning, it is incredible to think about it, it is definitely a commendable courage.

Of course, Ravenclaw is not impossible. After all, Harley loves occult knowledge very much, even more than many voyeurs.

Only Hufflepuff... In any case, the Witch Path with pain and despair at its core is not compatible with the honest and loyal Hufflepuff.

Harry stopped thinking about it, and continued to close his eyes and meditate. Anyway, no matter where they are assigned, there will be no starting witch sect and just mature, encountering Amon will be worse!

Of course, there was a worse situation, but Harry didn't think about it any further.

...

After a while, Professor McGonagall walked into the team in a hurry.

Sorry, students. Professor McGonagall said,

There was an accident just now, and the stairs in the school suddenly changed direction, so it took me a while to get the sorting hat.

Everyone line up quickly, line up in a single line, and follow me.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. Tens of thousands of candles floated above the hall, and stars twinkled on the ceiling.

The first years lined up in front of a four-legged stool with a pointed wizard hat on top of it.

The hat suddenly opened its mouth and began to sing, but the singing was really ugly. In Harley's impression, the last person who sang so badly was an ocean singer from the tyrant path, who seemed to be from the Church of Storms.

That irascible old brother was taken by Harley as the first trophy after being promoted to Sequence Four, and he sold it for a good price to a blue-haired ghost ship captain.

After the hat sang, the freshmen finally understood that as long as they put on the hat, they can be sorted.

Many people gritted their teeth and vowed to show their elder brothers and sisters a little bit of color when they went back, and let them lie to themselves!

Professor McGonagall stood up with a roll of parchment: Whoever's name I call now will put on a hat and sit on a stool to wait for the sorting.

Then, Professor McGonagall called out the first name:

Hannah Abbott!

The sorting continued, and the number of new students continued to decrease. There weren't many freshmen who received Harry's attention, maybe Malfoy was barely one.

The Malfoy who was influenced by Harry's use of abet and his two followers have gone to Slytherin, which makes Harry feel very interesting.

Don't Slytherins look at their brains when they recruit people? Those three people felt that their brains were not very useful, and they did not meet what Slytherin called shrewd and cunning.

Not necessarily, maybe the platinum-haired Malfoy in the middle was only affected by the education he had received, so he made a demented move. Harry has seen such cases many times.

Finally, Professor McGonagall called Harry.

Harry Potter!

There was a loud discussion in the auditorium, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Harry.

However, Harry only noticed three of the gazes, and only these three gazes made Harry's spiritual premonition respond.

Harry ignored those gazes, and automatically turned away the noise, looking at the dirty hat.

It's so dirty! Harry murmured, then gritted his teeth and put the hat on his head. Letting the hat touch his black hair was a torture.

I'm not dirty. A small voice said, I'm the cleanest hat in the world!

The sealed item of the audience path? This idea just popped up in Harry's mind, and she immediately pushed it down.

The best way to deal with a magical item that might read minds is to keep your mind blank. As long as I don't think about anything, your mind reading skills are useless!

Mind reading? the small voice continued, No, I don't know that. Gryffindor doesn't have Legilimency attached to me.

I can only sense some superficial thoughts. Well, Miss Halle, we've been entangled in irrelevant things for too long, let me see where you fit in...

Harry immediately began to empty his mind, concentrate his spirituality, and cover up the thoughts of killing and destruction in his mind.

Insidious, cunning, very suitable for Slytherin. The hat murmured, but also very brave, very smart, like reading, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are both suitable for you...

So where should I go? Harry answered in a timely manner.

This can make the other person feel that they are not talking to themselves, so they are more interested in continuing to talk.

I'd rather let you choose, but no, it's my job after all.

That's right, that's it. The sorting hat said to itself in Harry's brain,

Gryffindor!

The last word was shouted by the Sorting Hat, and there was thunderous applause from the long Gryffindor table.

Two boys jumped up and cheered and threw something into the sky, but Harry didn't notice.

She stood up gracefully and returned the hat to Professor McGonagall. At the same time, a thin black flame burned in her hair, burning away the dust left by the hat.

Harry's thoughts were not on that as he walked to the Gryffindor table. There were a few gazes around her that really caught her attention.

Harry sat at the front of the long table in Gryffindor. After chatting socially with the people around him, he looked at the teacher's seat.

An old man with white hair was applauding for himself, and looked at him kindly.

His gaze was one of the three gazes Harley felt before, after all, it was the gaze of a demigod.

The spirituality of the witch path is relatively strong, so it is impossible for Harley not to notice it.