Hogwarts: I Am an Ex Chapter 17: Sorting Hat

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Sorting Hat

A few minutes later, more and more ghosts began to appear in this small room, tall, short, fat, thin, all sorts of shapes, giving the freshn quite a shock.

At first, these young wizards were indeed quite frightened, but soon they discovered that these ghosts were not scary, but rather very friendly and enthusiastically greeted everyone.

In fact, to ease their nervousness, one ghost even specially perford a small ghost-specific talent like holding his head in his hands.

"Cool..."

Looking at the head flipping up and down, soone couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

"Thank you for the complint, but I have sothing even cooler."

The ghost seed to be interested too, and after speaking, directly threw his head out, followed by a splendid forward sorsault with three and a half spins in the air, finally landing and catching his head steadily.

The movents were smooth, the posture elegant, and every touch down point was accurate to the milliter.

As expected, this set of moves imdiately won him applause from everyone, even Kael wasn’t an exception.

This kind of talent is rarely seen normally.

Wonderful, truly wonderful.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." The ghost circled around the room, slightly bowed to everyone in greeting, and said proudly: "Oh, did I forget to say, it was with this set of moves that I joined the Headless Hunter Club. Of course, I’m not boasting, I an you all have good taste."

After this, the atmosphere was truly heated up.

The young wizards all gathered around, jeering and asking him to do another one.

The ghost was not stingy, although he didn’t perform the high-difficulty moves again, the continuous little tricks were equally amusing to everyone, causing hearty laughter.

"Heh."

But just then, a sinister cold laugh suddenly ca from the side: "What’s there to be proud of."

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look, only to find out that the speaker was also a ghost.

"Sorry, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington." The headless ghost also recognized this colleague dressed in a ruff collar and quickly said: "I just wanted to amuse the kids; I ant nothing else."

"You better be."

"Of course, and I sincerely hope the Sir will join the Headless Hunter Club this year."

Nearly Headless Nick looked expressionlessly at the other and then left through the wall.

Interrupted by him like this, the headless ghost didn’t continue performing, shrugged and said: "Well, everyone, you should also start the sorting now, seize the mont and prepare well, see you later."

Having said that, he too went through the wall to the auditorium.

Although everyone felt it was a pity, there was no other choice but to watch the headless ghost leave.

However, the atmosphere in the room wasn’t much diminished.

After watching the ghost’s performance, everyone was very happy and even more looking forward to the upcoming sorting.

...except for Conna.

Just now, the only one in the entire room who didn’t pay attention to the ghost’s performance was her.

She was huddled in the corner until Professor McGonagall returned, the little girl was almost turning gray-white, all over exuding a despairing vibe.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall didn’t notice this.

"I was gone for a while and you’ve turned into chaos!"

She pursed her lips, looked at the group of freshn with a serious face and said: "The whole auditorium could hear your laughter, is it that funny, or do you think sorting is a ridiculous event?"

Professor McGonagall’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone was silent, bowing their heads, not daring to make a sound.

This lasted for over a minute, and then Professor McGonagall continued: "Rember, sorting is a very serious matter, please stay quiet.

Now, line up in a single file and follow ."

As soon as the words fell, everyone moved, in less than a minute they lined up neatly, then closely followed behind Professor McGonagall.

Conna was also among them, pulled by Kael, moving her feet lifelessly like a zombie.

...

They walked out of the room, passed through the entrance hall, and after a pair of double doors, finally entered the grand auditorium.

Compared to the hall, the auditorium was even more magnificent.

The entire auditorium was astoundingly large; even though there were four long tables filled with students, it didn’t feel crowded at all.

Placed on the tables were luxurious gold plates and goblets, thousands of candles floating in mid-air brightly illuminating the place.

Above, a velvet-like dark ceiling was sprinkled with stars and rolling clouds, astonishing those who looked at it.

Soone whispered to their companion beside them: "Magic has been cast here; it’s like the sky outside, I read about it in ’Hogwarts, A History’."

Kael looked over and saw the speaker was a boy, then lost interest.

What a pity, if he had enrolled a year later, he might have beco good friends with Hermione.

Everyone walked up to the front of the auditorium before stopping.

Beyond that was the teachers’ table.

In the center sat Dumbledore, wearing a purple robe, with neatly grood silver-white hair and beard. He was looking warmly at each new student through his signature half-moon-shaped glasses.

And next to him sat the four heads.

With oily slick hair, the Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape.

The short Head of Ravenclaw, Filius Flitwick.

The kindly looking Head of Hufflepuff, Pomona Sprout.

As for the Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, as she was presiding over the sorting, her seat was temporarily vacant.

Including them, there were roughly twenty professors attending the opening banquet today, but Kael recognized less than ten by guessing and imagination, and he had no impression of the rest.

But that’s normal too, with Hogwarts being this large, if there were only the few professors he rembered, it wouldn’t be enough no matter how you looked at it.

Moreover, of the professors he knew, half were annually terminated, further reducing the number.

...

Kael withdrew his gaze.

Just then, Professor McGonagall was placing a four-legged stool in front of the freshn and then placing a patched, brown pointed wizard hat on the stool.

Um, it’s brown for the sake of argunt.

Because the hat was incredibly dirty, even though Professor McGonagall’s movents were very gentle, quite a bit of dust rose up as it landed.

Furthermore, under the candlelight, the hat was shimring a bit, clearly aged with a patina, it was nearly impossible to tell its original color in this situation.

Kael guaranteed, if this hat weren’t the Sorting Hat and showed up in his ho, either he or Chris would definitely et their end.

Or, they’d both be beaten to death by Diana.