A small lounge next to the main hall of the castle.
Elena was like a star holding the moon, surrounded by a group of young wizards in the center. The ones closest to her were Malfoy, Potter, and the others who were familiar with her on the train.
"Draco, there is no doubt that you are a born Slytherin. Don't worry. Remember to maintain the image of Slytherin House in the future, being humble and noble without losing grace."
"As for Hermione, well, it's a bit difficult, but judging from the test results, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor are both suitable for you. However, I personally think that Gryffindor House, where Principal Dumbledore graduated,
, it should be more suitable for you."
"Ron, don't join in the fun. Your family is all Gryffindor. Just be reckless around your friends - well, I mean, if anyone bullies your friends, take the lead and beat them up."
"Goyle, Crabbe, if it weren't for your blood, I really want to throw you to Hufflepuff. Okay, okay, Slytherin."
"Neville, before you answer this question, you first punch Harry hard, and then punch Draco... Well, good, well done! Now you are a qualified Gryffindor!"
With the simulation of the branch on Elena's side, more and more young wizards began to come over and began to chatter about their own college.
"Elena...eldest sister, look where my test results are going?"
A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids imitated the way Malfoy and others called Elena and asked timidly.
"Well, before you answer this question, tell me your name first. The omens I saw in the crystal ball told me that if I reveal the information to the wrong person, it may bring unknown things to me."
Elena glanced at the unfamiliar face in front of her and answered imitating the tone of the divination teacher in the movie.
"Hannah Abbott..." the girl replied nervously.
Elena looked up and down at the little witch in front of her with great interest, then quickly reached out and pinched her shoulder - well, it was fleshy, not made of iron.
"Oh, Hufflepuff!" The silver-haired little Luoli looked relaxed and replied firmly.
"Sister, these are my test results. Where am I assigned?"
Finally, Harry Potter, who was shy and did not dare to take the initiative because he did not understand the question, walked up, his young face full of anxiety.
"Oh, dear Mr. Harry Potter..."
A flash of light flashed in Elena's eyes, she pretended to analyze it, and then she held her chin in silence with a serious look on her face - in fact, she was trying to remember the lines of the Sorting Hat.
"Difficult. Very difficult. You can see that you have a lot of courage. You don't have a bad heart either. You have talent, oh, my God, that's right - you have a strong desire to prove yourself, so that's very interesting..."
A thought suddenly came to Elena's mind. Since Harry now has no preconceived bad impression of Slytherin, is it possible to abduct him to Slytherin——
Glancing at little Harry who was looking forward to it, the image of a white-bearded old wizard who hit people hard came to Elena's mind, and she subconsciously felt excited. It would be better not to seek death. The girl shook her head and said firmly.
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"Harry Potter, Gryffindor!"
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As the little wizards completed the simulated sorting one after another, everyone began to argue about the merits of their own colleges.
The final judging criteria naturally fell back on Elena, who has become the authoritative and leading elder sister.
"By the way, sister Elena, which college do you think is the best?"
Elena smiled slightly and said without hesitation, "Of course from the kitchen..."
At this moment, a discordant voice came from behind Elena.
"I don't think a few simple test questions can tell a person's college."
"Have you ever been sorted? If you don't understand, just be quiet! Don't question authority..."
Elena raised her eyebrows, turned around and said displeasedly. She really wanted to see, at this time, which little blind thing dared to dismantle her.
"Hey?! McGonagall...Professor McGonagall?!"
Behind her, near the door, Professor McGonagall appeared there at some point, quietly watching Elena simulate sorting the various little wizards into different schools in the middle of the crowd.
"Now, line up in a single file," Professor McGonagall snorted. Without getting angry with Elena, she glanced around and said to the first-year students, "Follow me."
Everyone walked out of the room one by one, passed through the foyer, and entered the luxurious restaurant through a double door at the back.
Students from other classes in the college were sitting around four long tables, and thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminated the dining room.
Starlights twinkled on the velvety black ceiling. It was hard to believe that there really was a ceiling up there, and it was also hard to believe that the roof of the restaurant was not open-air.
There were gleaming gold plates and goblets on the four tables, and there was another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, where the teachers were seated.
Professor McGonagall took the first-year students there and asked them to line up in a row facing all the senior students, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.
Then, Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool. The hat was patched and worn, and there were several strange poke marks on the surface, which seemed to
Who has ever stretched it from the inside out?
Unconsciously, the hall became quiet, and everyone was staring at the hat. Then, the hat twisted. A wide slit opened on the edge of the hat, like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"You may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance..." (Click to expand for more lyrics)
After the magic hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause. The magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.
"See, like I said, it's just a simple personality test."
Elena tilted her head and whispered to the little wizards around her, with an indescribable pride in her tone.
"Now, be quiet!"
Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.
"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."
As she spoke, her sharp eyes glanced at Elena standing in the front row again, showing a strange expression, she cleared her throat and read.
"Elena Kaslana!"
Not [the tough Hannah Abbott]!
Sure enough, Dumbledore kept his promise and specially adjusted the order of the roster for her!
This shows that at least the variability of this world line will be much larger!
Elena curved her lips, glanced at the rosy-faced little girl with two golden braids, silently said sorry in her heart, and walked out of the queue across the crowd.
Under the gaze of all the teachers and students in the school, when she was about two or three steps away from the Sorting Hat, Elena suddenly stopped. She remembered a crucial question.
The principles of the Sorting Hat do not seem to be entirely equivalent to Legilimency of human wizards.
As one of the most important magical items in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Sorting Hat has always claimed that the four founders of Hogwarts injected their own thoughts into it, so that the Sorting Hat can sort students according to their talents and qualities.
They are assigned to various colleges. But in Elena's view, it is more accurate to say that this is actually a magic version of a personality test program jointly written by the four founders.
Obviously, an extremely powerful and sustainable [Legilimency] is solidified on the hat, which is used to read the little wizard's thoughts, and then input the read content into the preset calculation program - that is, the four giants
Some of the preset screening parameters are matched sequentially, and the colleges are divided according to the matching degree.
In other words, for time travellers, this hat is more terrifying than Dumbledore or Veritaserum, because in theory, it just simulates a process of understanding, but in fact it is
Forced data capture and matching.
Elena has never been so arrogant that she thinks she is strong enough to compete with the four founders.
Then comes the most serious problem. Since it is an act of reading magic items, theoretically speaking, there must be archive records that can be exported. This is much scarier than Legilimency, which requires self-understanding of the curse caster.
"Elena, don't be afraid, put on your hat."
Professor McGonagall lowered her head, looked at the silver-haired girl who stopped, and said gently.
"No, I refuse."
Elena took a serious look at the wrinkled hat, but took a step back and shook her head resolutely.
Accompanied by an uproar from all the teachers and students in the hall, the smile on Professor McGonagall's face suddenly froze.
The seemingly similar answer and the familiar expression suddenly reminded her of the not-so-pleasant admission invitation experience almost a month ago, and an ominous premonition surged in the witch's heart.
"What on earth do you want to do..."
Before Professor McGonagall could think about it, Elena raised her voice and spoke word by word, and her voice quickly spread throughout the hall.
"Sorry, I never trust anything that can think for itself unless I can see where it hides its mind."
The girl's voice was not loud, but it was enough for all the students in the hall to hear clearly. Almost all students subconsciously held their breath and stared at the center of the auditorium with admiration and shock - no one has ever done this in the past hundred years.
Do.
"Miss Elena Kaslana, this is a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts. There is no other way to sort houses."
Professor McGonagall's face began to look a little ugly, her mouth was pursed tightly, her brows were almost standing up, and even her glasses were shining with a frightening light.
"So, all it takes is the sorting hat distribution, right? Well, actually, there is another way."
Elena shrugged her shoulders, took out her black walnut wand from the pocket of her robe, pointed it steadily forward, and spoke clearly and calmly.
"Say, Hufflepuff!"
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Finally finished writing, Merry Christmas and Happy Christmas Eve! I don’t have anything to give to you all, so I just typed up a chapter, so just think of it as a gift.
Let’s use this to put pressure on other authors! It’s too much to not see updates on Christmas night!