Hogwarts Bloodline

"Susan Burns Hufflepuff!" "Justin Finch-Fletchley Hufflepuff!" In the beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat with a big mouth cracked from the edge was rapping and twisting restlessly. Occasionally, a few fearless little wizards would pinch the brim of the hat, causing bursts of weird laughter. As the names of the students and the houses they were assigned to came out of the mouth of the Sorting Hat, the little wizards in the seats below clapped their hands enthusiastically or perfunctorily. At least at this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who disliked each other, would maintain this relatively harmonious scene. The little wizards waiting for the assignment of the house in the audience watched others put on the Sorting Hat with either nervousness or expectation, and then walked to the corresponding house seats under the hat's funny tone of comment. However, among the freshmen, there was a thin boy who didn't fit in. He was looking at the gorgeous and retro decorations around him, and the candles that were strangely suspended in the air. The bright flames like stars illuminated the auditorium. Translucent ghosts could be seen flying in the air around him. Everything made the boy a little uncomfortable for a while, and he muttered to himself for a long time. "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" "Strange, am I not dying in a hospital bed?" Just when the boy felt familiar and strange about everything around him, a loud female voice rang out in the hall. "Ivan Hals!" Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the four-cornered table where the sorting hat was placed, looking at the parchment roll in her hand, but she waited for a long time and didn't see the freshman come up, so she had to frown and read loudly again. "Ivan Hals!" It had been a long time since the freshmen made any noise. Even Dumbledore cast a puzzled look at him. The seniors from all the colleges started talking about it in private. "Who? Who is Ivan? How dare he?" "Did he take the wrong path and miss the sorting ceremony?" "This is interesting now." At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps back, leaving only the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not figured out the situation still standing there, looking extremely conspicuous. "Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to the stage here!" Professor McGonagall repeated again. "Me?" Ivan pointed at himself in confusion. He suddenly felt that this scene was a little strange but surprisingly familiar. "Yes, please come up as soon as possible, okay? Just like everyone else, there are other children who need to be sorted next." Perhaps because Ivan was a freshman, although Professor McGonagall asked for the fourth time, she did not seem angry at all. She just felt that the freshman might be a little nervous. Before Ivan could react, he felt someone push him gently, and then the freshmen in the front row also pushed Ivan onto the stage one by one. "Okay, kid, come over here," Professor McGonagall walked up, put her arm around Ivan's shoulders and pressed him down on the chair, then picked up the Sorting Hat and pressed it on Ivan's head. The Sorting Hat twisted its body restlessly on Ivan's head, and spoke in a rather funny way. "Hey, kid, don't be too shy, you're not the first person to feel nervous in such a place, believe me, just close your eyes and it will pass, it won't hurt at all!" Ivan rolled his eyes. He had just stayed in the freshman room for a while, and he had some guesses about the current situation, but he still found it a little hard to believe. But, is this really Hogwarts? The magical place that teaches magic? But that's not it. Ivan couldn't help but want to continue thinking, but the voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Ivan's ears at the right time. "Yes, of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!" "I guess you must be from a Muggle family, right? Every few years there are always a few new little wizards who don't believe that magic is real. They say it's all tricks, and they always want to take a long-eared rabbit out of my body. I told them that there is nothing in the hat, but they just don't believe it." The Sorting Hat kept telling jokes, and its big mouth almost extended to the brim of the hat. The Sorting Hat's ability to read memories made Ivan dare not think too much, and he quickly gathered his mind. But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind was like a slide show, with strange memories flashing through it. Ivan couldn't put them together, and it seemed that a witch was teaching him magic. The witch in his memory was about 30 years old, with beautiful long golden hair, and she opened her mouth and said something. Then Ivan felt a sense of fear. The Sorting Hat also complained that it was the first time he saw a little wizard with such messy thoughts. However, he was also surprised that Ivan was not from a Muggle family. How could a child from a wizard family not know Hogwarts? Ivan's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belonged to the original owner, he didn't know if the hat would read any important secrets. Ivan could only try his best to force himself to think about some insignificant things. "Ahem" Seeing that the Sorting Hat seemed to be endless, Professor McGonagall had to cough twice to remind the Sorting Hat on the stage to get down to business. The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little curious about which house he would be sorted into. "Well, let me see, optimistic, smart, and likes to fantasize." The Sorting Hat dragged out a long tone, and suddenly lowered his voice and spoke. "And I know a little bit of black magic." "I know black magic?" Ivan recalled the memory just now in a daze. "Oh, yes, an ancient and rare black magic." The Sorting Hat chatted with Ivan in a low voice, as if whispering something. "Of course, in my opinion, this is also an interesting black magic, which always makes people see something they don't want to see. Someone used it to play pranks, maybe you can try it too." "Although Dumbledore must not want anyone to do this again," the Sorting Hat complained to itself. "Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about the fact that he knew black magic, but the most important thing now was the issue of sorting. After sorting the houses, he could take off this damn hat that could read memories. Among the four major colleges of Hogwarts, Gryffindor needs to be brave enough (or reckless?), Ravenclaw needs wisdom or the desire for knowledge. Slytherin corresponds to cunning and insidious personality and outstanding magical talent. As for Hufflepuff, Ivan thinks that Hufflepuff College is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students. What the Sorting Hat said about studying dark magic is in line with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, it is also possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because he is optimistic and smart. Ivan thought a little narcissistically "No, no, no, none of them." The tone of the Sorting Hat suddenly became a little humorous. "Although it may make you a little sad to say this, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so..." "Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed its whispering voice with Ivan, and its high voice resounded throughout the hall. "Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off his head, a little surprised, and didn't even have time to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent. "Yes, yes, you should go there!" The Sorting Hat said confidently. "I've never made a mistake, you have the corresponding qualities!