Chapter 63 The Sorting Wizard Hat

There were little wizards running around in the aisle of the train all the time. Anton sideways avoided three angry-looking children and turned into the carriage where Ron was.

"Oh my God, Anton, where did you go just now?" Ron said hello, holding a mouse that seemed to have passed out.

Anton raised his eyebrows, the carriage was in a mess, as if there had just been a fight.

He has read a lot of Harry Potter fan fictions, mostly professorial ones, and doesn't remember what will happen here. But thinking of the three children who just left - a child with a delicate blond hair who walked in front, and two thick-headed followers...

Got it, Harry met Draco, lol.

Pulling Harry Potter up from the ground, Anton smiled brightly, "Hi, my name is Anthony Weasley, Ron's cousin, you can call me Anton."

"Harry Potter." Harry Potter was obviously very happy, and he felt that he would make new friends again.

At this moment, Miss Nutria walked over with a round-headed child, and she pointed at Anton vigorously, "It's him, Neville, he ate your toad and killed it like this , I have seen it all!"

The little girl spoke extremely fast, rattling like a machine gun.

"Eat the toad raw?" Harry was so frightened that he quickly pulled away his hand.

Anton twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Hermione with a smile, "It's delicious!"

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, which glistened in the sunlight, like a beast that would prey on someone, and Hermione screamed and ran away in fright.

Neville looked at him in disbelief, "You really ate my toad? That's..."

"You believe that too?" Anton curled his lips helplessly, "It's a chocolate frog, she misread it, you can go to the locomotive and tell the person who just spoke on the loudspeaker, since they can help us Send it to the school as a salute, and the toad on the car is also fine."

Neville's eyes lit up, "Thank you!"

ran away in a hurry.

The train broadcast sounded again, urging the little wizards to change into their school uniforms as soon as possible.

Anton waved his wand, the suitcase on the frame floated down, and the messy things on the ground flew back to the table.

Ever since he mastered the floating spell, he can almost use his hands without using his hands in life. He is lazy and can't be saved.

His own suitcase floated in front of him and opened it by himself. It was also a suitcase blessed with the No Trace Expansion Charm. He had put his school uniform on the outermost side early on.

"Hurry up and change your clothes."

Throwing the coat in, Anton slipped on the wizard robe with the Hogwarts logo.

But Harry and Ron stared at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" Anton touched his face in doubt.

"Magic!" Harry exclaimed.

"I just noticed that I didn't hear you chanting the spell!" Ron murmured.

"The Levitation Curse, we have it in our first grade textbook, it's very simple, you can read it if you have time." Anton explained casually, without intending to show off how powerful he is. He squinted his eyes and looked out of the carriage door, and the train slowly stopped.

The time has come to night, a dark and small platform, and a small road extends outside the platform.

There was a tall three-meter-high man waiting there with a lamp.

The corners of Anton's mouth twitched slightly.

Hogwarts, here we come.

The first-year freshmen followed Hagrid to the lake, rowed a boat, and after a series of operations with a sense of entrance ceremony, they finally came to the restaurant on the first floor of the castle.

They were taken to a small room off the dining room to await the sorting ceremony.

The ghosts floated over, and the old wizard was among them. He chuckled, threw his head up and caught it, and winked at Anton.

The former Hogwarts graduates tacitly kept the sorting ceremony a secret from the young wizards.

"Fred said it would hurt us a lot!" Ron said anxiously.

The words startled Harry.

Some talk of battling a fire dragon, others of dodging hunts from creepy fields of scarecrows, and still others of drinking a terrifying pot of green, bubbling potion...

Every parent has a set of rhetoric to scare their children, and when they gathered together, even the proud Draco turned pale.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a wizard hat." Anton kindly comforted Draco beside him.

"After wearing it, it will judge whether you can become a wizard by itself. If he thinks it is not suitable, he will just twist your head off."

"That's it?" Draco took a step back in panic, looking at Anton in fear.

"It's okay, I just saw that ghost has no head, so it's alive and well." Anton shrugged.

Draco swallowed, and decided that if it was really a wizard's hat, he wouldn't be able to wear it if he was killed.

Harry and Ron looked at the two with strange expressions. Although they were also scared, they felt a lot better seeing Draco trembling with fright.

until……

A grubby-looking wizard's hat was placed on a chair!

The little wizards who had just heard Anton's words all gasped.

The wizard hat magically opened its mouth and sang:

"You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can eat myself.  …"

The little wizards just stared blankly at that mouth, wondering if Anton's words were wrong.

Didn't he get his head twisted off, or was he eaten?

So, who was the first to go up to the guillotine?

The tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes picked up the scroll and called: Hannah Abbott!

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids staggered out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down.

No one could see her expression, but she could be seen trembling with fear.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat.

The table on the right began to applaud and cheer, and Hannah Abbott erupted into the loudest screams ever seen at Hogwarts House.

He ran down from under the hat in a panic, panting as if he had survived a catastrophe.

Seeing her so excited, the seniors at the Hufflepuff table applauded louder.

Then, one by one nervous little wizards came to the stage to accept the sorting.

Seamus Finnigan was so frightened that he grabbed Harry Potter's sleeve. Professor McGonagall said his name three times before he went up tremblingly.

Putting on the hat as if death was at home, and then, something terrible happened.

The Hat prattled over his head for almost a minute before assigning him to Gryffindor.

"It's another deceiving trick!" Hermione rolled her eyes, walked up with her head held high, and soon, "Gryffindor."

Then the proud little girl went straight to the Gryffindor table.

Harry, Ron, and Draco all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Obviously, this is just someone's bad taste.

"You're bound to be sorted into Gryffindor, you vile, boring man!" Draco said viciously.

Anton smiled slightly and walked up.

The Sorting Hat hardly had to think, "Slytherin!"

Draco froze.

Harry and Ron were also stunned.

The twins who were about to applaud at the Gryffindor table looked at each other, "Weasley from Slytherin?"

Fred laughed, "That would be so interesting, I can't wait to write a letter to Dad, oh, our family has a Slytherin, Dad's expression must be very exciting!"