Chapter 230 Sorting Hufflepuff!

Chapter 230 Sorting - Hufflepuff!

"Hello, Basil Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore extended his hand, his eyes still filled with shock.

A 14-year-old wizard actually had such magical attainments, some of which he couldn't understand.

Especially the floor, which healed so smoothly that there was no trace of Transfiguration.

Basil: This is the power of magnetic field and atomic reorganization!

Logically, he should be suspicious of the boy in front of him.

But Basil's kingly demeanor and the majestic aura were something that a dark wizard could never act out.

Snape, with his black long straight hair cut by a princess, bit his hair lightly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked coldly at the figure being received by Dumbledore.

He had been secretly looking into Harry's eyes before, and noticed the familiarity of the foreign boy in those eyes.

He had always been scolding and disliking Harry, but now he had to start worrying about him.

Other professors were more like Dumbledore, with a mixture of shock and curiosity. If it weren't for the principals and students of other schools, they would probably be eager to come to the place where the tree disappeared and study it closely.

As for Karkaroff, Maxim, and Fleur and Krum, who were obviously designated as warriors, they were all afraid and fortunate that the boy in front of them was an international student from Castrobus and did not meet the requirements of a warrior.

Old Crouch, who had appeared in advance and had been sitting on the right side of Dumbledore, as a powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic, began to think about the education problem of Hogwarts.

Is British education already lagging behind other countries?

The students in the audience were screaming loudly and obsessively.

There were both girls and boys.

It was ten times more lively than when Krum appeared just now.

This also included students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who sat on both sides of the two small long tables specially added.

"I know why the Sorting Hat is still in the hall."

Hermione still stood, clenched her fists on her chest, her eyes were like the Beauxbatons students who were about to tear their hair.

As for Basil, when Dumbledore enthusiastically asked for another trick in the magic he had just performed, he reminded him: "It's time to sort."

Among the time travelers, he should be the only one who was sorted twice by the Sorting Hat like him.

But this time can't be the same as last time.

He was directly sorted to Gryffindor, and there was not even a complete communication with the Sorting Hat.

"Okay," Dumbledore was a little disappointed, "Professor McGonagall, please arrange the sorting for Mr. Granger."

Professor McGonagall, who was talking to old Crouch on the left, put down his glass.

Even though he knew the name of the student who was about to be sorted, he still picked up the list that had been on the table.

"Basil Granger!"

Basil strode towards the Sorting Hat.

Picked it up from the high stool and sat on the stool with a sense of ceremony.

Unfortunately, the hat in the movie version is not big enough to block his sight.

It is not dirty enough, without the mold and dust that almost blends into the hat.

It makes him feel less involved in the past.

More importantly, it makes him face the burning gazes of the audience.

Almost every table of students whispered the name of their house, hoping that Basil can be assigned to their house.

This even includes students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

The Beauxbatons in the movie version is a girls' school, and he can only enroll if he changes his gender.

And Durmstrang, where are you from?

Same character as Grindelwald!

"Okay, can you unlock the brain block?" The Sorting Hat said loudly, "I'm in the Sorting House."

Basil's face sank, damn he forgot that the movie version of the Sorting Hat is open to the public.

And he is too powerful.

The tentacles of the Sorting Hat that touched his surface thoughts were offset by the magic magnetic field lingering at the ends of his hair before they even touched his scalp.

He didn't even feel it.

This is the helplessness of being a strong magic magnetic field.

It's not that he is not sensitive, but that the feeling of being invaded is not as strong as the slight pressure from the weight of the hat.

It's like walking in the drizzle, looking for a little dust in the air and the feeling of his touch from the cool feeling of the rain touching the skin.

"I'm fine." Bajir, who had long unlocked the surface protection of his thoughts, further gathered his own magnetic field.

"That's right," the Sorting Hat nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it's difficult, very difficult."

Hearing this, Bajir was happy in his heart, I finally look like the protagonist!

"Noble blood."

Those Slytherin students who suspected that Bajir was a relative of Hermione and concealed their enthusiasm took the lead in applauding.

"Elaborate and talented."

The Ravenclaw students also began to applaud.

"Heart." The Sorting Hat didn't know whether to say the last two words. Giving all beautiful girls a home is also kind.

"Good-hearted."

Hufflepuff also joined the applause.

The Gryffindor students, especially Hermione, had bloodshot eyes, as if the Sorting Hat would tear them apart if there was no "courage" in the next words.

"Very courageous."

The Gryffindor students finally smiled and applauded with peace of mind.

Most of the students from the four houses joined the team, as if whichever house applauded loudest would win, and Bagel would join in.

The Sorting Hat's loud announcement was almost drowned out.

“Oh my gosh, not bad!”

"You couldn't be more consistent with all four academies."

"Your choice is-"

"Slytherin!" "Gryffindor!" "Ravenclaw!" "Hufflepuff!" "Beauxbatons!" "Durmstrang!" the students shouted in place of the Sorting Hat. The name of the college to which Bagir is affiliated.

These sounds were like thunder and lightning.

Little Crouch pretending to be Moody was so frightened that he rolled into the muddy water while walking in the storm and cold rain without using any spells.

Even in imitating Moody, he was almost perfect.

But the slippery ground and wooden prosthetic legs are still the best combination for wrestling.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted.

"Please continue," Professor McGonagall said politely to the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat didn't speak.

Because brainstorming was going on in Bagir's mind.

First is Slytherin.

The Pansy played by Genevieve Gaunt, who was replaced because she was too beautiful, has only played in "Prisoner of Azkaban".

But because the Goblet of Fire did not appear, Pansy in this world is still the little black-haired beauty.

And Gryffindor.

Although there is Hermione, his original world is that of a Gryffindor student.

It is still necessary to change to another college in this world.

Maybe the system will recognize this identity and issue 20 gems every day.

As for Ravenclaw.

This can be ruled out, neither Penelo nor Cho Chang in the movie.

Padma, who is prettier than her sister in the movie version, is also in Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw.

The rest of Hufflepuff.

The dormitory closest to the kitchen, the most comfortable, and closest to his home environment.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

"We have Granger!"

"We have Granger!"

The Hufflepuff students cheered.

Cedric, who seemed to be the leader of Hufflepuff, quickly stood up and arranged the team for Bajir.

Professor Sprout applauded, smiling as if his face was blooming.

"Hufflepuff?" The fear in Snape's eyes deepened.

Abandoning the more outstanding Slytherins and Ravenclaws, not even going to the Rough House, but going to Hufflepuff to become a loser?

This guy definitely has no good intentions.

Professor Flitwick was thrust into the fork by Hagrid who was distracted while talking to Maxim. In addition to pain in the back of his hand, Professor Flitwick also felt pain in his heart.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips as she left carrying the high stool and the Sorting Hat. How could Gryffindor be looked down upon! At least it's Ravenclaw!

Draco Malfoy, who was huddled in the corner with Crabbe and Goyle with his head lowered, also showed a rare smile, "I thought he was someone! Hufflepuff? Tsk~"

Hermione lay on the table in despair, and Harry next to her comforted her, "Don't worry, we are all together in class anyway."

Ginny added after her boyfriend, "It's better than being separated in Castrobu."

Despite the extreme grief, Hermione remained extremely organized, "I should have known better. The students in Castellobusher are originally fond of herbalism and are good at potions. Even the school uniforms are bright green."

"Not to mention the way he came out. Hufflepuff is the most suitable school for him."

Ron rubbed his knife and fork, "Why haven't you started eating yet?"

"Ron Weasley!" x2 Hermione and Ginny burst out instantly.

Dumbledore, who was still standing on the podium, seemed to hear Ron's call.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and - especially - distinguished guests," Dumbledore said, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hog Watts. I hope and believe you will feel comfortable and happy here.”

The Hufflepuff students, including Cedric (but not Baljir, who was bemoaning the absence of ghosts in the Great Hall and complaining about Sonny's lack of integrity to save money), had already picked up their knives and forks.

The Gryffindor was Ron, who was already looking at the empty plate as he was disgraced after being taught a lesson.

"The competition will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you would at home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the plate was immediately filled with food.

Moody Crouch Jr. struggled to get up from the mire and was still on his way.

Bagir also started to eat, and said to the blushing Susan Bones next to him: "Not bad, this French fish soup."

Dinner time is over and replaced by dessert time.

Filch ran out of the auditorium with his legs high again, and called a few extras who only appeared from behind in the movie to carry a gorgeous small tower that seemed to be made of gold.

and moved the podium.

Ron, who was still filling the plate with ice cream and pie, was also attracted by this scene.

The most important thing is that Dumbledore stood up and walked to the tower, "Please pay attention!"

"I have a few words to say."

He put his hand on the small tower, indicating that his words were not just a few words.

"Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament."

"However, that student must complete three tasks."

"Three extremely dangerous and difficult tasks."

Fred and George became excited instead, "Absolutely awesome!" "Absolutely amazing!"

Little Crouch had also reached the door of the auditorium and gradually approached.

"For the above reasons, the Ministry of Magic has issued a new regulation."

"Please ask the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation to explain further."

As Crouch Jr. walked into the hall, Crouch Sr. walked around Snape from behind and walked down from the guest of honor seat.

"Mr. Barty Crouch." Dumbledore's words seemed to call them both at the same time.

In an instant, the dark and magical ceiling, as if it was raining, projected a surging lightning and deafening thunder.

Caused a series of screams.

Bajir touched his chin, 'Interesting, this Hogwarts can actually directly sense those who have malicious intentions towards the school and issue a warning. Why is Quirrell in the first film okay? Is Voldemort so skilled, or does he also have the authority of Slytherin in the movie version? Or is he Voldemort only targeting Harry and Dumbledore's forces and truly loves the school? '

'Well, I should look at Voldemort's memory. He has been busy creating the world and raising fish these days. '

During the time when Bajir was thinking, the culprit Crouch Jr. did not do nothing.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the ceiling, and a red rope-shaped plasma beam of magic shot out.

The ceiling returned to calm.

Basil looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to have no doubts at all, and there were other professors who knew this defense mechanism.

But he was also worried that Mad-Eye had become even crazier after retirement.

He almost thought everyone was an enemy.

Just like Ron at the Gryffindor table not far away, "Half of the prisoners in Azkaban were arrested by him, but he is always crazy now."

The entry of 'Mad-Eye' completely dominated the show.

No one cared who old Crouch was, and no one cared about the Triwizard Tournament.

The scarred skin, the terrifying blue magic eyes, the weird artificial legs, the low breathing like some beast, and his reputation in the magic world completely attracted the attention of almost everyone.

And the blue magic eyes of 'Mad-Eye' were also spinning wildly.

He caught Harry Potter's face among all the faces.

His target, the guy who defeated his master by chance.

"Dear old friend, welcome." Dumbledore hurried forward to help.

"The ceiling is stupid." 'Mad-Eye' greeted Dumbledore with forced calmness.

He hurriedly walked to the wall and took a sip of Polyjuice Potion to calm down.

Old Crouch walked in front of everyone with a stinky face, "After careful consideration, the Ministry of Magic finally decided that for safety reasons, all young students under the age of seventeen--"

"No way!" Some students under the age of seventeen who expected the next content complained.

"Not allowed to sign up for this Triwizard Tournament."

"Unfair." Another student shouted.

"This is the final decision." Old Crouch read it almost in one breath, with his hands spread out and his fingers trembling constantly.

He knew what would happen next.

Sure enough, the students led by the Weasley twins started to curse.

"Bullshit decision!"

"Bullshit decision! What's going on!"

"Crouch gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

Hearing this, 'Mad-Eye' touched his butt.