Professor McGonagall held the parchment, and when she called Damon, a subtle softness flashed across her face.
But the noise that followed the name made her a little confused.
She looked at Damon, who was smiling at her, and was a little confused. After seeing her expression, Damon smiled even more brightly.
"Gryffindor-Gryffindor-"
Suddenly, a student started to shout.
Then, a large number of Gryffindor students quickly joined in, and their shouts gradually became uniform and loud.
The little Slytherin snakes looked at this scene gloomily, with gloomy smiles - Damon was a natural Slytherin, and they actually thought he would go to Gryffindor?
Under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze, the shouts gradually stopped, and Damon also sat on the four-legged stool and put the greasy Sorting Hat on his head.
For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.
At this moment, the Sorting Hat on Damon's head suddenly sang loudly: "
Oh, you may think I'm just an ordinary hat,
but on my head, I hide the key to wisdom;
I can see through his heart and
find his most suitable belonging."
At the same time, Damon heard a tiny voice in his ear:
"Difficult, very difficult - full of courage, ambition, and great talent, oh, my God, where should I sort you?"
"Anyway, not to Slytherin, anywhere except Slytherin." "Not to
Slytherin, right?" The tiny voice asked, "Have you made up your mind? You can do great things, you know, in your mind, Slytherin can help you to glory, there is no doubt about it - not willing? Well, since you have made up your mind - then it's better to go to Gryffindor!" '
The Sorting Hat suddenly sang loudly again: "
You have the ambition of Slytherin,
the calmness, rationality, and calculating shrewdness;
but you also have the fire of Gryffindor,
brave, fearless, and not afraid of future challenges."
The rhythm of the song gradually accelerated, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Damon, waiting for how this interesting contest would end.
You are the kind of person who is born to be brilliant.
No matter which path you choose, I will guide you;
but in your heart, there is a strong heart -
you have made a choice.
With the fall of the last sentence, the Sorting Hat paused, and the hall fell into silence again. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final decision of the Sorting Hat.
Then, the Sorting Hat suddenly shouted loudly: "Gryffindor!"
"Wow!"
The whole restaurant suddenly broke out into deafening applause. Gryffindor students rushed to Damon like a tide, standing up to welcome him, while Slytherin students were silent, with dissatisfaction and doubts in their eyes that were difficult to conceal.
"We have both Damon and Potter! We have both Damon and Potter!"
The twin brothers of the Weasley family shouted in the crowd.
Damon stood up with a smile and walked towards the Gryffindor table, ignoring the little snakes behind him who were looking at him with resentful eyes.
"Damon White, is he the child that Minerva mentioned? He does seem to be a little unique."
At the guest of honor, Dumbledore looked at Damon who was surrounded by Harry like a star, his eyes flickered.
Damon seemed to have noticed the old man's gaze at this time, turned his head, and waved with a bright smile.
".Looks like a good boy."
As Damon's sorting was over, the last one left was Blaise Zabini, who was sorted into Slytherin.
Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat and left.
Albus Dumbledore stood up, he looked at the students with a smile on his face, stretched out his arms to them, it seemed that nothing made him happier than seeing the students gathered together.
"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, which are: 'Fools! Crybabies! Scum! Twist!' Thank you everyone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Damon applauded enthusiastically, leaving Harry and Hermione a little stunned.
"Do you know what he said is interesting?"
"I don't know, just applaud."
The two who originally thought Dumbledore was a little strange now began to feel that Damon also made them a little confused.
However, as the empty plates in front of them were suddenly filled with food, they didn't care about these things and started to eat heartily.
"It looks really good." The ghost in the ruffled collar looked at Damon cutting the steak and said sadly.
"Are you Nearly Headless Nick?"
Damon swallowed a small piece of steak and looked at the ghost in the sky with interest.
"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas." He stared at Damon, cleared his throat, and said:
"Gryffindor hasn't won the house cup for a long time, and Slytherin has won six consecutive championships! But I believe that you will lead Gryffindor to win the new house cup!"
"Oh? I'll try my best."
Damon picked up a roasted chicken leg and said perfunctorily to the ghost.
In fact, he was not particularly interested in the house cup - this honor game where the points are completely determined by the teacher is as childish as fighting for a little red flower in kindergarten.
Moreover, with Harry Potter around, Gryffindor will always win the House Cup at the end of the semester even though they didn't get any points along the way.
"Try your best! How can you not try your best! I don't want to lose to the Bloody Baron again! He's the ghost of Slytherin!"
Nick shouted angrily at Damon twice, and then went to talk to the other Gryffindor freshmen.
After everyone was almost full, the main meal disappeared, and many desserts appeared on the long table. The freshmen started chatting while eating desserts.
Hermione and Harry sat on Damon's left and right. On Hermione's left was Neville, and on Harry's right was a freckled red-haired boy, who was quietly looking at them.
"My parents are both Muggles. My father is a dentist. I know everything about Harry and Damon. What about you, Neville?"
"Oh, I was raised by my grandmother. She is a witch."
Neville was called by Hermione. He was a little uneasy and told her about his bumpy journey of awakening magic. His uncle Algie always tried to force him to show his magic skills when he was eight years old. He grabbed his ankle and hung him up from the upstairs window.
Later, the uncle lost his grip and Neville fell down and bounced up again, awakening his magic power.
Damon listened to this from Neville's mouth, suppressed the smile in his heart and gave Neville a thumbs up:
"Brother, you are also a boy who survived a disaster."
Neville didn't hear his hidden meaning and thought that Damon was recognizing him. He was a little flattered and his whole face flushed.
Hermione looked at Damon with a reproachful look. Although she didn't know what Damon meant, she knew that he was making fun of Neville.
Harry and the red-haired Ron Weasley were whispering to each other, and the topic was mainly about Damon's performance before. In this way, the two quickly became familiar with each other.
As the meal ended, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and the restaurant returned to silence.
"Oh, now that everyone is full and drunk, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few points of attention.
"First-year students, please note that students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our old classmates should also remember this."
Dumbledore's shining eyes swept towards the Weasley twins.
"In addition, the administrator Mr. Filch also asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridor during class.
"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college representative team should contact Madam Hooch.
"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident or a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. "
The corridor on the fourth floor, Damon's mouth curled slightly - if he really didn't want anyone to go, why did he say this so loudly? It was pure sting enforcement.
Dumbledore started to lay out the plan at this time.
'Idiot! Crybaby! Dregs! Twist!
Ravenclaw: Those three are all idiots
Gryffindor
: Those three are all crybaby cowards
Slytherin: Those three are all scum
Hufflepuff: Are you three a little twisted?
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