The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience fell silent.

The professors and the old students at the four long tables looked at each other. They had never seen the Sorting Hat as happy as it is today, so that the Sorting Song was a new song.

The students soon began to discuss. They understood a small part of the school song, and if there was more, they could only guess at random.

Moriarty noticed what Dumbledore and a female professor with large glasses were saying in a low voice. Through Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, he could see the solemnity in his eyes.

Is it about the Sorting Song?

Moriarty felt that the only thing that could attract Dumbledore's attention was the Sorting Song.

Obviously, the boy in the song was referring to him.

"Hat, your singing is the first admission gift I received. I like it very much. I also give you a gift for this."

In the midst of the noise, Moriarty's clear voice came, and the students were attracted. They saw Moriarty wave the Slytherin staff at the Sorting Hat, and a thin layer of frost covered the hat.

"You should pay attention to your appearance, otherwise you won't be able to see your old friend."

The Sorting Hat grinned: "Aha, what have you done to me? It's cool, itchy, oh so comfortable, I mean—what a surprise."

After a few seconds, the frost disappeared, and the Sorting Hat took on a new look, back to the state he had on Godric Gryffindor a thousand years ago, a brand new wizard hat.

"Hey," cried the Sorting Hat, "you do this reminds me of Salazar and Godric when he was always encouraging Godric to clean me up.

Okay boy, I thank you, even though I don't like cleanliness, you have brought me back to the feeling I used to be. "

"It's nothing," Moriarty said. "I hope you're having a good time, hat."

There was applause from the long Gryffindor table, praising Moriarty, and a red-haired fourth grader whistling at Moriarty: "Nice job! I've wanted to do that!"

Percy behind Moriarty covered his forehead: "Oh no, it's Charlie!"

The weird atmosphere that had existed since the end of the Sorting Song was suddenly broken, and the students burst out laughing.

Professor McGonagall had to raise his voice: "Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting."

"Jerico Blanche!"

A tall, thin boy with short pale blond hair stepped out of the queue and put on his hat.

Lilith then leaned beside Moriarty and said softly, "Blanche is an American surname, if I remember correctly, he is the son of James Blanche, the current Director of Sports at the Magical Congress of the United States. , their family is a sports family."

Then she smiled at Moriarty: "I bet he'll be sorted into Slytherin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hat shouted in an opera-like accent, "Slytherin~"

Jericho Blanche put down his hat and ran quickly to the long Slytherin table, where there was not very warm applause.

Lilith winked at Moriarty, her slightly raised face like a bear that had eaten honey.

Next, as long as a little pure-blood wizard comes forward, she can always tell the background and origin of that pure-blood.

"Penelo Clearwater!"

Hearing that she was called, Penello looked at the freshmen around, and Moriarty encouraged her: "Don't be nervous, just relax."

Penello walked up excitedly, but as soon as he put on the hat, he showed his true shape, lowered his head, and muttered something vaguely in his mouth.

"Want to go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat said, "Oh Merlin, there are enough Slytherin students this year!"

"What? Still want to go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat insisted on its point of view: "Going to Ravenclaw will help you achieve your goals faster and better, okay? Son."

Moriarty saw Penello shaking his head desperately, but the hat was obviously overexcited today, and Moriarty suspected that it didn't listen carefully to the voice in Penello's heart.

"Then—Ravenclaw~"

Penello's face turned white, and she took off her hat and put it on the stool at will, which caused the hat to scream in dissatisfaction, but she didn't seem to hear it, and walked slowly towards the Ravenclaw. table, where a burst of applause broke out.

Percy looked regretful: "It looks like I'm the only Gryffindor in the group of four in the box."

"Don't be discouraged by Weasley," Lilith comforted. "A great cause has nothing to do with where you are."

At this time, Professor McGonagall said in a cadence: "Moriarty Slytherin!"

The entire auditorium fell silent again, not even breathing could be heard.

Moriarty was already at the front of the freshman, and he just had to take a step forward to sit on the stool, and the Sorting Hat smiled and said, "Come on, put me on, and let me see what you're thinking. "

Moriarty's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness. In the castle, he learned a few little magic tricks to prevent others from prying into his thoughts, and he just took a hat and tried it.

When he picked up the Sorting Hat, the system prompted: "Detected that the host found and touched the wizard hat that can think independently, and won two exploration lottery draws."

Moriarty didn't choose to draw the lottery, he put on the sorting hat, and in an instant, the hat shouted, "Oh no..."

Hat wanted to see Moriarty's thoughts, but was invaded by Moriarty.

Moriarty saw some pictures from Hat's memory:

A tall man in a bright red uniform pointed his sword at a man in a silver robe with a proud face, and he was also aimed at a staff held by the man in the silver robe.

There is also a majestic castle - the hat seems to be put on someone's head, and it sees the inside of the castle.

And—the four wizards pointed their wands at their hats, and the tips of the wands exuded wisps of blue smoke and white mist…

"Hey! You naughty boy!" The hat screamed again, breaking Moriarty's prying eyes, and said angrily: "You must have learned the detective magic of that old Salazar, if it weren't for you Slytherin, and I'll put you in Azkaban!"

Both the freshman and the old man let out a low cry at this time, but Moriarty didn't care, he laughed and said, "I think you must have inherited Godric's humorous cell, you have a talent for telling jokes! "

"Really? Did I mean it?" The Sorting Hat demanded ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ His anger just now seemed to be pretending, and now it is thoughtful: "Maybe the next time I'm sorted, I should ask Freshmen line up to tell me jokes. That way I can quickly judge their quality.”

There was laughter from the Gryffindor long table, and several little lions who liked to play pranks on weekdays cheered loudly: "This is great!"

Seeing that Hat had forgotten his job, Moriarty coughed lightly: "Stop thinking about it, sort me out, I don't want to be a hater."

"Okay, okay, I want to chat with you for a while longer," slapped the hat and slapped the mouth: "Isn't this a matter of course, Slytherin should of course go to Slytherin Academy!"

The loudest cheers erupted from the Slytherin long table, and a senior student summoned a silver snake with a wand and said, "Praise Slytherin!"

Most of the little snakes clapped with smiles on their faces, but only a few had intriguing expressions on their faces.

Moriarty came to the long Slytherin table, and everyone stood up to shake his hand, but was stopped by the oldest prefect, William Romot.

Moriarty recognized that he was the one who released the silver snake. He let the students continue to watch the branch, and arranged for Moriarty to sit next to a cute and lovely girl.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, I'm Gemma Farley, your third-year sister."

This senior has long brown hair hanging down to her waist and a pair of green eyes. She is smiling at Moriarty at this moment.

Moriarty greeted politely, and they watched the sorting situation together.

After two more freshmen were assigned to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall said, "Lilith Piliwick!"

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