69novels Chapter 152 The Sorting Hat's New Song
Chapter 152 The Sorting Hat's New Song
"First-year students, please come up here and line up! All first-year students, follow me!"
Mino followed the sound and saw a woman.
"Professor Graplan?" Ron was surprised.
"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked loudly.
"I don't know," said Ginny, "but we'd better get out of the way, we've blocked the door."
"Oh, okay……"
"I have an ominous feeling..." Mino whispered.
A hundred carriages parked there quietly. Minow turned back to look for Draco, only to find that he was bragging with a few first-year students.
"...What is Gryffindor? Do you know Slytherin? As long as you are Slytherin, you can eat squid in the Black Lake as you like, and that little troll named Minnow will catch the squid from the lake and grill it - -What? What kind of savior? No, she turned into a troll, you don’t know that, right?”
"Then are you afraid of her?" the long-haired girl asked timidly.
"Of course not. Do you know who I am? Draco Malfoy, the noblest pure blood, even Minnow dare not speak loudly to me."
"Really?" The tall boy blinked desperately.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Draco asked with concern, "Do you want to go to the school hospital? Prefect Malfoy will take you there."
Mino, who had been standing behind Draco, reached out and grabbed Draco's ear.
"Prefect Malfoy, please consider your own safety first."
"Mino!" The long-haired girl's cheeks turned red.
"Oh, hello, come to Slytherin, I will protect you - don't listen to this egg, I am the prefect of Slytherin, come to me if you need anything."
"Astoria!" Draco called to Astoria who was passing by to rescue him.
"Mino, go ride the carriage. Pansy and the others are all there." Astoria pointed to a carriage and said.
Mino let go of Draco and called several first-year students to go to Professor Graplan.
"Mino——" Daphne reached out towards Mino.
"Here you go -" Mino took Daphne's hand and got into the carriage, then stretched out his hand towards Astoria.
Draco tried to climb into the carriage full of girls, but Parkinson mercilessly slapped him down.
"Hagrid is gone," Daphne said, leaning out of the carriage.
"Sick? Got a cold?" Parkinson said as he lowered his head and wrote something.
"Going out on a date with Ms. Maxim," Minnow said. Although she didn't know exactly what Hagrid went to do, it was probably related to Dumbledore. Although she didn't hear anything about those meetings, she could still get a rough idea. Guess a little bit, because I heard Moody say about Ms. Maxim.
"Then Beauxbatons belongs to Dumbledore, right?" Parkinson said, still not looking up.
"If Beauxbatons belongs to Ms. Maxime, Ms. Maxime belongs to Hagrid, and Hagrid belongs to Dumbledore, then Beauxbatons does belong to Dumbledore." Daphne counted on her fingers. .
Mino was silent, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
"What are you writing?" Susan asked.
Parkinson showed the parchment to Susan.
"I want to see it too." Mino stretched his head over.
Parkinson's handwriting is very nice and clear, and Mino can see clearly what is written on it if he looks sideways.
In order to let the crowded people know what Parkinson wrote, Susan read it out: "Are you still worried about not knowing what's going on at school? Are you still sad that you can't get a word in when chatting about gossip? Don't be anxious, don't be afraid, "Super Big Gossip" is officially launched, and editor-in-chief Pansy Parkinson will bring you the latest developments in Hogwarts and those unknown secret gossips..."
"'Super Gossip'!" Mino shook Pansy's arm excitedly, "Are you ready to do the news?"
"Of course," Parkinson raised his head proudly, "I have already prepared it during the summer vacation. I will send out these flyers and start selling newspapers tomorrow."
"I want to be the deputy editor!" Susan said quickly.
"Then I want to be the planner!" Mino also said quickly.
"Don't worry, let's open up the market for "Super Gossip" first and let those boys hand out flyers... Blaise likes to run around very much. I asked him to go to St. Mungo's to see if ADHD is not cured. If so, he will be the best tool to run errands.”
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Astoria asked, blinking her big eyes.
"Oh, no problem, you can all help, let's talk about the marketing of Super Gossip."
On the way to Hogwarts, Parkinson took out a notebook and detailed her entrepreneurial idea, starting from Hogwarts and going to the world step by step.
"Okay!" After Parkinson finished the last step, Mino applauded enthusiastically.
"I need your help. You are my partners. We will share the profits of "Super Gossip" equally!"
"Okay!" Daphne was so excited that she stood up and hit the roof of the carriage.
Astoria helplessly rubbed Daphne's swollen head, always feeling as if she was her sister.
"Here we are, get out of the carriage quickly." Mino stuck his head and jumped out of the carriage.
"Mino!"
When he turned around, he saw Draco running over excitedly, his golden straw hair flowing up and down like lion fur.Since Draco stopped using hairspray, his hair was as smooth and fluffy as if he had Rejoice.
"Prefects are supposed to maintain order, right?"
"Probably, you want-"
Minnow watched blankly as Draco ran to teach the younger Gryffindor students to walk faster, and then Hermione and Ron waved and said "Go, go, go" like a dog.
The foyer was lit red by torches and echoed with the footsteps of students.They walked across the stone-paved floor to the two doors on the right that led to the auditorium, where the opening banquet was held.
The auditorium was filled with four long academy tables, and there was a dark ceiling without stars, exactly like the sky outside they saw through the tall windows.Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver ghosts dotting the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.They were chatting animatedly, swapping news about the summer vacation (Parkinson wisely patted the Super Gossip flyer), shouting hellos to friends from other houses, and examining each other's new haircuts and clothes.
"Sit next to me." Astoria pulled Mino to sit down.
"Don't sit next to me." Mino turned to Draco.
"I'll sit next to Astoria!" Draco said angrily.
Daphne sat down next to Astoria: "You'd better squeeze in between Crabbe and Goyle."
The sad Draco was pulled by the happy-looking Crabbe and Goyle to sit between them.
Mino noticed the woman in the middle of the staff table—short and fat, with curly short ash-brown hair, and a very ugly big pink bow on it, which was similar to the one she wore outside her robe. That fuzzy pink cardigan is a perfect match.
"Who is that?" Parkinson frowned, "You are still wearing pink clothes at such an old age. Don't tell me that is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"I think so." Mino said solemnly.
"Umbridge?" Daphne narrowed her eyes, "She is from the Ministry of Magic. She is from Fudge. Why did she come to Hogwarts?"
"Do you know her?" Mino asked.
"Of course, don't you know what my dad does?"
Minnow looked at Daphne.
"You really don't know?"
Minnow continued to look at Daphne.
"Mino! You don't care about me at all!"
"You never said that!"
"Daphne really didn't say anything, but her father appeared in the Daily Prophet." Parkinson said.
"I only like to read newspapers edited by Pansy!" Mino said firmly.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"The new students are here!" Astoria held Mino and Daphne's hands to prevent them from continuing to argue.
The door to the hall opened, and a long line of frightened first-year students walked into the auditorium led by Professor McGonagall.Professor McGonagall was holding a stool in his hand, with an ancient wizard's hat placed on it. The hat was patched with patches, and there was a wide crack beside the frayed brim.
The buzz of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down.First-year students lined up in front of staff tables, facing classmates from other grades.Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them and stepped back.
All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath.Then the slit beside the brim opened like a mouth.The Sorting Hat sang loudly:
A long time ago I had a new hat,
Hogwarts hadn't been built yet,
The four founders of Noble Academy,
Thought they would never part ways.
The same goal unites them,
Each other's wishes are so consistent:
To build the best magic school in the world,
Let their knowledge pass on and continue.
“We will build schools together and teach together!”
The idea of the four friends is very firm,
But they never dreamed,
Someday they will be apart from each other.
What friends are there in this world,
Can it be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless you count another pair of best friends—
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
How could such a good thing go wrong?
How could such a friendship be written off in one stroke?
Alas, I witnessed this sad story with my own eyes,
So I can explain it to you in detail here.
Slytherin said: "The students we teach,
Their bloodline must be the purest. "
Ravenclaw said: "The students we teach,
Their intelligence must be superior to others. "
Gryffindor said: "The students we teach,
You must be brave and fearless, regardless of your own safety. "
Hufflepuff said: "I have many people to teach,
And treat them all equally. "
These differences emerged for the first time,
It caused a small quarrel.
Each of the four founders owns a college,
Only recruit the boys they want.
Slytherin takes wizards like himself,
Pure blood, full of cunning.
Only those younger generations with the sharpest minds,
Only then can you listen to the teachings of Ravenclaw.
If anyone is bold and adventurous,
He was admitted into the academy by the brave Gryffindor.
The rest were taken in by kind-hearted Hufflepuffs,
She taught them all her skills.
The four colleges and their founders,
In this way we maintain a strong and sincere friendship.
In those many happy years,
Teaching at Hogwarts is enjoyable and harmonious.
But then slowly a split appeared,
And fueled by our shortcomings and fears.
The four colleges are like four stone pillars,
Once held our school firmly.
Now they turn against each other, disputes continue,
Everyone wants to monopolize power.
for a while,
The school looked like it was dying.
Countless quarrels, countless strife,
Former good friends turned against each other.
Then finally one morning,
The old Slytherin suddenly ran away,
Though the strife had subsided by then,
He still left us in despair.
Of the four creators only three remain,
Since then, the situation of the four colleges,
It's not what it used to be
Live in harmony and unite as one.
Now the Sorting Hat is in front of you,
You all know the origin of the matter:
I put you into each college,
Because my duty cannot be changed.
But this year I want to say a few more words,
Please listen carefully to my new song:
Though I am doomed to divide you,
But I'm afraid it's not the right way to do it.
Although I must fulfill my duties,
Divide the new students each year into four parts,
But I worry about such classification,
Would lead to the collapse I feared.
Oh, know the danger, read the signs,
The lessons of history give us warnings,
Our Hogwarts is in danger,
Enemies outside the school are watching.
We must be united internally,
Otherwise everything will fall apart from within.
I have told you frankly,
I have sounded the alarm for you...
Now let's start sorting.
"Hey, the Sorting Hat can be a rapper." Minogue said, clapping his hands.
"If Muggles are willing to watch a hat rap on a chair without being scared to death." Parkinson shrugged. "You know, no wizard likes this kind of thing."
"Where's the one named Borrego?" Susan asked.
"He's a rock singer."
"Clea?"
"She sings love songs. Although her lyrics always make people feel weird, her voice is beautiful."
"Castorchia?"
"He's...Hey, Susan!"
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Susan pouted and drew circles on the table.
"Okay, okay, he is also a rock singer, and he is in the same team as Borrego, called the Devil Band."
"Oh, Merlin's long lace stockings, I didn't expect you to know so much about these." Mino sighed.
"Of course, I am the most musical among you...wait, does Merlin have that thing?"
"Quiet!"
Professor McGonagall aimed her stern eyes at the students who were whispering among themselves, and the auditorium became quiet again.