Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts.

A small lounge next to the main hall of the castle.

Elena was like a star holding the moon, surrounded by a group of little wizards in the center, and the nearest one was Malfoy and Potter who were more familiar on the train before.

"Draco, there is no doubt that you are a natural Slytherin, don't worry, remember to keep the image of Slytherin College in the future, humble and noble without losing grace."

"As for Hermione, um, it's a bit difficult, but from the test results, Ravenkra or Gryffindor are suitable for you. However, I personally think that Gryffindor College, which graduated from President Dumbledore , Should be more suitable for you. "

"Ron, don't come to join in the fun, your family is all Gryffindor, just follow your friends.-Well, I mean, who bullied your friends, you take the lead in beating him."

"Gore, Crabbe, if it's not for your lineage, I really want to throw you to Hufflepuff. Okay, okay, Slytherin."

"Navi, before answering this question, you hammer Harry first, then Draco ... well, well, good job! Now you are a qualified Gryffindor!"

With the simulation branch on Elena's side, more and more little wizards began to come together and twitter began to ask about their college.

"Elena ... Older sister, look at where did my test result go?"

A little girl with a ruddy complexion and two golden braids followed Malfoy's name to Elena and asked timidly.

"Well, before answering this question, please tell me your name. The signs I saw from the crystal ball tell me that if you disclose the information to the wrong person, it may bring me unknown."

Elena glanced at the strange face clinging in front of her eyes, and responded to the tone of the teacher of Divination in the movie.

"Hannah Abbot ..." the girl answered nervously.

Elena glanced up and down with pleasure at the little witch in front of her, and quickly reached out and squeezed her shoulders-well, meaty, not iron.

"Oh, Hufflepuff!" The little silver-haired Loli responded with a relaxed expression.

"Big sister, this is my test result, where did I get it?"

Finally, because he didn't understand the subject, but Harry Potter shyly dared not step forward and walked up, the childish face was full of anxiety.

"Oh, dear Mr. Harry Potter ..."

Elena flashed a gleam in her eyes, analyzed it pretendingly, and then pondered solemnly with her chin on her face-in fact trying to recall the line of the branch hat.

"Difficult. Very difficult. It can be seen with courage. The heart is not bad. Talented, oh my goodness, good-you have a eagerness to prove your strong desire, then, it is very interesting ..."

Elena suddenly had a thought in her mind. Now that Harry does not have a bad impression of Slytherin's preconception, is it possible to abduct him to Slytherin—

I glanced at Harry with a look of anticipation, and Elena had a white-bearded old wizard who was hurt by a beating thief in her mind. She was subconsciously full of excitement, or better not to die, the girl shook her head firmly and said .

"Harry Potter, Gryffindor!"

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As the little wizards completed the simulation branches one by one, everyone began to argue about the merits of their own colleges.

The final judging standard naturally fell back on Elena who had become the leading elder sister.

"Oh, sister Elena, which college do you think is the best?"

Elena smiled slightly and said without hesitation, "Of course it is away from the kitchen ..."

Just then, there was a dissonant voice behind Elena.

"I don't think a few simple test questions can tell a person's college."

"Have you ever been to a hospital? If you don't understand, be quiet! Don't question authority ..."

Elena raised her eyebrows, turned around and said unhappy. She really wanted to see, at this time, which little thing with short eyes dare to demolish her desk.

"Hey ?! Mai ... Professor McGonagall ?!"

Behind her, near the door, Professor McGonagall didn't know when she was there, quietly watching Elena simulate the branch for the little wizards in the middle of the crowd.

"Now, line up," Professor McGonagall snorted and did not breathe with Elena. She looked around and said to the first-year freshman, "Follow me."

People walked out of the room in order, walked through the foyer, and passed a double door behind to enter the luxurious restaurant.

All the students in other classes of the college have been sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles floating in the sky above the table illuminate the restaurant.

The velvet-like dark ceiling shimmered with stars. It's hard to believe that there is a ceiling above it, and it's hard to believe that the roof of the restaurant is not open-air.

The four tables were adorned with glittering gold plates and goblets, and a long table was placed on the first table in the restaurant, which was the seat of the teachers.

Professor McGonaga took the first-year freshmen over there, and let them face up to all the high class students in a row, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight was swaying, and hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.

Next, Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and a top-level wizard hat was placed on the stool. The hat was patched, worn out, and there were a few weird marks on the surface, as if someone had pulled it from the inside out.

Unconsciously, the hall became quiet and everyone stared at the hat. Then the hat twisted. There was a wide slit in the edge of the hat, like a mouth-the hat began to sing:

"You may think that I am not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance ..." (click on more lyrics to expand)

After the magic hat sang the song, the audience applauded, and the magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

"Look, as I said, it's just a simple personality test."

Elena turned her head and whispered to the little wizards around her, with a kind of unspeakable pride in her tone.

"Now, be quiet!"

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whose name I call now, whoever put on a hat, sits on a stool and listens to the branch."

As she said, sharp eyes glanced again at Elena standing in the front row, revealing a strange look, clearing her throat and thinking.

"Elena Caslana!"

It ’s not [Hannah Abbott]!

Sure enough, Dumbledore kept the promise and specially adjusted the order of her roster!

This shows that at least the variability of this world line will be much larger!

Elena's mouth was bent, glancing at the little girl with rosy complexion and two golden tresses beside her. She said sorry in silence and walked out of the queue across the crowd.

Under the attention of the teachers and students of the school, when walking to the position of two or three steps away from the branch cap, Elena stopped suddenly, and she remembered a crucial issue.

The principle of the branch hat does not seem to be exactly the same as the dementedness of human wizards.

As one of the most important magic items in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, although the branch hat has always claimed that the four founders of Hogwarts injected their respective ideas into it, so that the branch hat can classify students according to their talents and qualities Assigned to various colleges. But in Elena's view, the more accurate statement is that this is actually a magical version of the personality test program co-written by the four founders.

Obviously, an extremely powerful perpetual [Science Fetching] is hardened on the hat, used to read the little wizard ’s ideas, and then input the read content into the preset arithmetic program-that is, the Big Four Some preset screening parameters-matching in turn, and dividing the colleges according to the matching ratio.

In other words, for the traverser, this hat is more terrible than Dumbledore or Truth Agent, because in theory, it is just a simulation process of understanding. Forced data capture and matching.

Elena never swelled to the point that she is now strong enough to compete with the four founders.

One of the most serious problems is coming. Since it is a kind of reading behavior of magic items, in theory, there must be an archive record that can be exported, which is much more terrifying than the mind-boggling idea that requires the self-understanding of the curse.

"Elena, don't be afraid, wear a hat."

Professor McGonagall lowered his head, looked at the silver-haired girl who had stopped, and said gently.

"No, I refuse."

Elena looked at the crumpled hat seriously, but took a step back and shook her head firmly.

With the general uproar of all the teachers and students in the hall, the smile on Professor McGonagall's face suddenly froze ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The seemingly similar answer and seemingly similar expression made her suddenly recall Almost a month ago, there was an ominous hunch in the witch's heart that was not a very pleasant invitation to school.

"What the **** do you want to do ..."

Didn't wait for Professor McGonagall to think about it. Then, Elena raised the volume and said word by word, the voice quickly spreading throughout the hall.

"Sorry, I never believe anything that can think independently, unless I can see where it hides my mind."

The girl ’s voice was not loud, but it was enough for all students in the hall to hear clearly. Almost all students subconsciously held their breath and looked at the center of the Central Auditorium with admiration and shock-no one has done this for hundreds of years do.

"Miss Elena Caslana, this is Hogwarts' long-standing tradition, and there is no second way to branch."

Professor McGonagall's face began to look a little ugly, his mouth squeezed tightly, his brows were almost frowned up, and even his glasses shone with a dreadful light.

"So, all you need to do is to distribute the caps, right? So, in fact, there is another way."

Elena shrugged her shoulders, pulled out her black walnut wand from the robe pocket, pointed steadily forward, and said clearly and calmly.

"Say, Hufflepuff!"

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