Chapter 20 Hermione: I think you are wearing pants (please read~please vote~)

Harry hesitated and continued to look through the hat carefully, especially the lining.

The Sorting Hat twisted and roared: "I am very clean. I have never been as clean as I am now in this thousand years, both inside and outside!"

"Put me on quickly!"

"You were the one who threw me at the bathroom door. Why do you dislike me now?"

Harry reluctantly put on his hat.

"You are really outstanding." The Sorting Hat couldn't wait to whisper in his ear, "And you are also very courageous. You stand up for your friends. Ah, what a worthy thing to praise."

"I have to think about how to make it into a song."

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's really boring. Gryffindors really like to hear me sing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, let's get down to business."

"Then do you have any ideas now?" He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't find a way. He turned to look at the man who had taken off his clothes, picked up a change of new clothes, and was about to go to the bathroom.

profit.

"And you saved Hermione, Professor McGonagall will give you..."

"Yes." The Sorting Hat nodded its tip, "Gryffindor said that courage is not a very rare quality, but courage without brains is recklessness."

"I originally planned to wait until you were at least in third grade before telling you about the trial."

He paused: "Can you let me know?"

Even though he was a demon hunter, he was only eleven years old after all, so he was still a little exhausted mentally and physically.

Ron silently added: "Not only will the points be deducted, but there will also be half a month of confinement."

Ron hemmed and hawed - he had been typing all day yesterday, but after sleeping, he had forgotten all about it, so he could only say dryly: "Yes... I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said such harsh words yesterday.

"

Madam Pomfrey was busy. When she saw Harry and the others coming in, she immediately put down her things and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you two?"

Hermione lowered her head, she was troubled by more than just this matter.

There is no holiday for Halloween, there are classes the next day - Potions class on Friday.

Ron rummaged through the boxes: "Wait, I'll go too."

Ron was startled and looked at the hat in disbelief.

They went down to the fifth floor, where the bathroom was. It was too late, there were not many people, and it was a relatively quiet environment. After soaking in the warm water, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione's face looked even more guilty: "I'm sorry, Harry..."

Harry shook his head: "My current idea is to take a shower, do you want to come together?"

"Impolite brat, I haven't even finished my words yet," the Sorting Hat yelled.

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Didn't Professor McGonagall add another twenty points later?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him and continued: "This shows that at Hogwarts, school rules are only a very light restriction. When you want to do something extraordinary, they are used to remind you whether you have the courage or not.

I didn’t think well enough to bear the consequences of this matter.”

They headed to the school infirmary on the second floor, ready to visit Hermione. When passing Professor McGonagall's office, Harry stopped and asked Ron to wait for him.

Before the Sorting Hat could reply, Ron poked him again: "So, can I know the content of the trial?"

When these words came out of his mouth, he himself felt a little ridiculous.

Harry didn't refute him.

Madam Pomfrey frowned a little: "That's inside."

Harry nodded, clapped his hands, and calmed down his expression: "Let's talk about the next thing. Yesterday, the Sorting Hat told me about the trial. The first level is to enter the Slytherin lounge and take something away.

, do you have any ideas?"

Ron blushed and begged: "Oh, no, Harry."

Harry took off his hat expressionlessly.

"And you also succeeded, first grade, alone, killing a giant monster..."

"Look at your expression." Harry looked back, pulled the stool over and sat down, "You didn't sleep all night last night. Does it hurt?"

Harry's tone was gentle, "The most important thing is not the rules and regulations, but the connection between people."

Ron's voice couldn't help but become louder: "You just ended the last time!"

Ron looked at Harry longingly: "What is the content of the trial?"

Harry sighed: "I don't know who it is today. I asked him to bring the professor over, but he even forgot what I told him."

Smart people... know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They may not lack courage, but their rationality tells them to stop losses in time.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "I'm just complimenting you, you impatient little wizard."

Snape, who was rare, did not take Harry too seriously and only lightly deducted five points.

Harry agreed with this statement.

"The first trial of Gryffindor."

Speaking of this, she paused and her voice was choked: "It's just that I still can't understand it. After all, it's the school's rule."

Harry soaked himself in the pool and puffed out bubbles. Ron began to worry about whether he was drowning, so he struggled to get his head out.

Harry waved his wand, and the handkerchief on the bedside table flew out and fell into Hermione's hands: "Rules are dead, people are alive."

Ron was surprised: "Don't you want to know about the trial?"

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Harry shook his head, "If it were you, would you be willing to save me at that time?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

Harry raised his hand and patted the back of his head gently: "Speak quickly."

Harry nodded: "Of course, she is very smart."

She walked forward and led the way.

"Isn't it a surprise?" the Sorting Hat joked, "This is really a genius idea."

What worried him the most was the curse of love.

"I can only tell qualified people about the content of the trial." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "But I can't control what the successor thinks. I'm just a hat."

After entering, I came out immediately after a short while.

"is my problem."

Harry poked it and said, "You're too verbose. Have you been in the office for a long time with no one to talk to, so you have a strong desire to talk?"

"I only know the first item now." Harry had no taboos. It would be beneficial for him to have one more person know about this kind of thing and have another perspective. "I have to find a way to get into the Slytherin common room."

"You need to enter the Slytherin common room and take the portrait of Slytherin - the content of the second trial is on the back of the portrait."

"But it is often more difficult for smart people to have courage."

Harry's face turned a little green.

The look in Hermione's eyes gradually became firm: "Thank you, Harry, I think I understand."

After washing, I went back and fell asleep immediately as soon as my head hit the pillow.

"Just say it." Harry was weak and interrupted again.

"How is Hermione's injury?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head: "It's me who should be sorry. If it hadn't been for you, the troll's club might have killed me. It was you who saved me."

"Who would have thought that Gryffindor would arrange the test of his successor in the common room of Slytherin, the house founded by the person who hates him the most?"

Ron was stunned and clenched his fists.

Harry was in a daze. In the past six months, until today's conversation with Dumbledore, he had a solid sense of belonging that he was indeed a part of this world.

Harry spread his hands and said, "Isn't that great?"

"But you have proven yourself now. You are courageous but not reckless, determined but not too shrewd. The strong do not draw their swords against the weak. This is Gryffindor's philosophy."

Ron bit his lip and made a loud noise: "I knew that Professor Snape was definitely not a good person."

Harry rubbed his face fiercely: "This is really a difficult problem."

With that said, she opened the curtain: "Miss Granger, someone is here to visit you."

Madam Pomfrey said: "Lie down for another day, and you can go back on Saturday night. Her injuries are not affected by magic, and it is easy to treat."

Arrive at the school doctor's office soon.

"What's wrong?" Ron returned the bag to Harry.

Harry waved his hand: "Keep your voice down, you are protecting me - Professor Snape was here yesterday, and you heard it. He wanted to confine me."
To be continued...