NOVEL WEB Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts
Chapter 20 Merlin's Beard
Chapter 20 Merlin's Beard
"It's been enchanted to look like the sky outside, I read about it in "Hogwarts: A School History"," Hermione whispered.
Everything was as William remembered.
Professor McGonagall put down the four-legged stool and placed a battered pointed hat on it.
"When I was in the principal's office last time, I didn't seem to see this broken hat? Maybe it was hidden."
William was thinking lazily—this was already the second sorting, so it was hard for him to feel nervous at all—but he was also curious about where this hat would put him.
"Is that person also a freshman?"
"It's not like. It's too mature."
"What's that on his collar? Gold?"
A lot of people seem to be talking about him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Sorting Hat suddenly opened a corner and "sang" loudly:
"You may think I'm not pretty,
But don't judge people by their appearance.
If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,
I can eat myself.
You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,
Make your top hats smooth and crisp,
……
Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,
Maybe you make a true friend here,
Those cunning and treacherous people will stop at nothing,
to achieve their goals.
But no matter where we go,
Don't be afraid! Don't be panic!
Even though thousands of years have passed,
I'm still the thinking hat!"
After singing the last two notes high-pitched, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables.
Then it stood still.
"This ending. Was it originally like this?"
William felt that there seemed to be some changes in the song of the Sorting Hat, but he didn't have a personal version of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" for reference.
"Hannah Abbott!"
Professor McGonagall called out the names of the little wizards one by one, asked them to sit on the four-corner stool, and put the sorting hat on his head.
"Hufflepuffs!"
"Susan Burns!"
"Hufflepuffs!"
The team is decreasing little by little.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron all sat at the long table in Gryffindor one after another. The boy with pale blond hair, as William guessed, Draco Malfoy went to the long table in Slytherin , was welcomed by them.
Even the last freshman, Blaise Zabini, was sorted into Slytherin.
Only William himself remained in the team.
Professor Dumbledore stood up, pressed the air with his hands, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
"Come on, William."
Professor McGonagall beckoned him to the corner stool.
"Before closing the Sorting, allow me to introduce to you a new member, William Buffalo."
Professor Dumbledore declared:
"He comes from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, and will officially transfer to Hogwarts starting today to continue his studies from the fourth grade.
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Magic is a magic school that is widely recognized in the world and has a very high level of magic. "
"I believe, and sincerely hope, that you will benefit a lot from your time with him."
Warm applause rang out.
William saw many familiar faces on the long table.
"Put it on."
Professor McGonagall handed over the Sorting Hat.
William buckled on his head.
"Merlin's beard.
Is this some new wizarding joke?Why are so many little guys talking about Merlin's beard? "
In the darkness, the voice murmured to itself in confusion.
It worries deeply about its sense of humor.
"Oh? New little wizard?
I thought The Sorting was over. So are you going to make that Merlin beard joke? "
It seemed to have only noticed the existence of William, it said.
"hahahahahahahahahahaha"
Until this moment, William finally couldn't help laughing.
That incantation, "Merlinus Barbarito," was no mysterious incantation—he just translated "Merlin's beard" into Latin.Even telling little wizards about the sorting process, or emphasizing to them that it's not dangerous, doesn't really reassure them.
What's more, this is still a "secret".
But giving them a self-suggestive spell, even if it's just a "Merlin's beard" he made up now, can make them courageous in the face of difficulties.
Or at least find a place to go for comfort.
The only thing is, when all of them began to say "Merlin's Beard" in a serious manner, William himself couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
"That's not really a joke."
William explaining the "Merlin's Beard" incident to the Sorting Hat.
"What a genius idea!"
The Sorting Hat exclaimed.
"You don't look like a freshman.
The little ones are usually just shaking, trying to get the ritual over. "
"I'm from North America," William replied.
"Oh! That's a long way.
Tell me, do you know Aesop Searle?Many years ago, I heard Gormley Gaunt say that it was that Aesop Sir who secretly took an old friend of mine to that land."
The Sorting Hat asked William curiously.
"She later became Ilvermorny, the founder of my old school, but I don't know of any friends she brought with her when she came to America."
William replied - this is a very novel experience, he only needs to "think" his own words, and the other party can hear them.
"Talk to me carefully, please?"
The Sorting Hat begged William.
"But we are sorting, and many people are waiting"
William hesitated.
Although this experience is not bad, he really doesn't want to be referred to by Hogwarts graduates in the future as "Mr. It took half an hour in the sorting", or "The one who was too sleepy to wear Buffalo who fell asleep when he took off his hat".
"Believe me, here, the last thing you need is time...especially for the two of us."
The Sorting Hat chuckled loudly.
"All right."
In the dark, William carefully told the story of the founding of Ilvermorny, from the founder Aesop's journey to the United States on the "Mayflower", to the handle that was brought to the United States by Gormley Gaunt. Slytherin's own wand.
"She and James buried the wand in the ground outside the school. Within a year, some kind of unknown snakewood grew in the place where the wand was buried, and it was impossible to cut or destroy it. After that, people found The leaves of this tree have powerful medicinal properties.”
William recalled the "said" of Ilvermorny's school history.
"I think that's what it would like to do. Although losing an old friend.
But we gotta go, don't we? "
The Sorting Hat let out a heartfelt sigh:
"I thought, how about going to Slytherin?
If Salazar knew that school you came from, he would definitely be willing to let an excellent little wizard like you join his academy. "
it proposed.
"But I thought Slytherin wouldn't be willing to admit a wizard like me from the land of the wildlings."
William replied sarcastically.
"...deep stereotypes.
But I am not incomprehensible.then"
The Sorting Hat sounds like a shame.
"Ravenclaw!"
It suddenly opened its mouth and shouted very loudly.
The whole auditorium heard it.
William took off the sorting hat, handed it to Professor McGonagall with a slightly disappointed expression, and walked towards the Ravenclaw bench with the blue strip hanging on it—Penello was waving vigorously for him to sit on it. Go to the place she has already occupied.
"How could you not be Ravenclaw!"
Patting William on the shoulder, Penello smiled and declared confidently.
Thanks for the monthly pass to Obsessed with Chemistry.
The sorting song was too long, so I cut out the main part.
(End of this chapter)
"It's been enchanted to look like the sky outside, I read about it in "Hogwarts: A School History"," Hermione whispered.
Everything was as William remembered.
Professor McGonagall put down the four-legged stool and placed a battered pointed hat on it.
"When I was in the principal's office last time, I didn't seem to see this broken hat? Maybe it was hidden."
William was thinking lazily—this was already the second sorting, so it was hard for him to feel nervous at all—but he was also curious about where this hat would put him.
"Is that person also a freshman?"
"It's not like. It's too mature."
"What's that on his collar? Gold?"
A lot of people seem to be talking about him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Sorting Hat suddenly opened a corner and "sang" loudly:
"You may think I'm not pretty,
But don't judge people by their appearance.
If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,
I can eat myself.
You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,
Make your top hats smooth and crisp,
……
Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,
Maybe you make a true friend here,
Those cunning and treacherous people will stop at nothing,
to achieve their goals.
But no matter where we go,
Don't be afraid! Don't be panic!
Even though thousands of years have passed,
I'm still the thinking hat!"
After singing the last two notes high-pitched, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables.
Then it stood still.
"This ending. Was it originally like this?"
William felt that there seemed to be some changes in the song of the Sorting Hat, but he didn't have a personal version of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" for reference.
"Hannah Abbott!"
Professor McGonagall called out the names of the little wizards one by one, asked them to sit on the four-corner stool, and put the sorting hat on his head.
"Hufflepuffs!"
"Susan Burns!"
"Hufflepuffs!"
The team is decreasing little by little.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron all sat at the long table in Gryffindor one after another. The boy with pale blond hair, as William guessed, Draco Malfoy went to the long table in Slytherin , was welcomed by them.
Even the last freshman, Blaise Zabini, was sorted into Slytherin.
Only William himself remained in the team.
Professor Dumbledore stood up, pressed the air with his hands, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
"Come on, William."
Professor McGonagall beckoned him to the corner stool.
"Before closing the Sorting, allow me to introduce to you a new member, William Buffalo."
Professor Dumbledore declared:
"He comes from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, and will officially transfer to Hogwarts starting today to continue his studies from the fourth grade.
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Magic is a magic school that is widely recognized in the world and has a very high level of magic. "
"I believe, and sincerely hope, that you will benefit a lot from your time with him."
Warm applause rang out.
William saw many familiar faces on the long table.
"Put it on."
Professor McGonagall handed over the Sorting Hat.
William buckled on his head.
"Merlin's beard.
Is this some new wizarding joke?Why are so many little guys talking about Merlin's beard? "
In the darkness, the voice murmured to itself in confusion.
It worries deeply about its sense of humor.
"Oh? New little wizard?
I thought The Sorting was over. So are you going to make that Merlin beard joke? "
It seemed to have only noticed the existence of William, it said.
"hahahahahahahahahahaha"
Until this moment, William finally couldn't help laughing.
That incantation, "Merlinus Barbarito," was no mysterious incantation—he just translated "Merlin's beard" into Latin.Even telling little wizards about the sorting process, or emphasizing to them that it's not dangerous, doesn't really reassure them.
What's more, this is still a "secret".
But giving them a self-suggestive spell, even if it's just a "Merlin's beard" he made up now, can make them courageous in the face of difficulties.
Or at least find a place to go for comfort.
The only thing is, when all of them began to say "Merlin's Beard" in a serious manner, William himself couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
"That's not really a joke."
William explaining the "Merlin's Beard" incident to the Sorting Hat.
"What a genius idea!"
The Sorting Hat exclaimed.
"You don't look like a freshman.
The little ones are usually just shaking, trying to get the ritual over. "
"I'm from North America," William replied.
"Oh! That's a long way.
Tell me, do you know Aesop Searle?Many years ago, I heard Gormley Gaunt say that it was that Aesop Sir who secretly took an old friend of mine to that land."
The Sorting Hat asked William curiously.
"She later became Ilvermorny, the founder of my old school, but I don't know of any friends she brought with her when she came to America."
William replied - this is a very novel experience, he only needs to "think" his own words, and the other party can hear them.
"Talk to me carefully, please?"
The Sorting Hat begged William.
"But we are sorting, and many people are waiting"
William hesitated.
Although this experience is not bad, he really doesn't want to be referred to by Hogwarts graduates in the future as "Mr. It took half an hour in the sorting", or "The one who was too sleepy to wear Buffalo who fell asleep when he took off his hat".
"Believe me, here, the last thing you need is time...especially for the two of us."
The Sorting Hat chuckled loudly.
"All right."
In the dark, William carefully told the story of the founding of Ilvermorny, from the founder Aesop's journey to the United States on the "Mayflower", to the handle that was brought to the United States by Gormley Gaunt. Slytherin's own wand.
"She and James buried the wand in the ground outside the school. Within a year, some kind of unknown snakewood grew in the place where the wand was buried, and it was impossible to cut or destroy it. After that, people found The leaves of this tree have powerful medicinal properties.”
William recalled the "said" of Ilvermorny's school history.
"I think that's what it would like to do. Although losing an old friend.
But we gotta go, don't we? "
The Sorting Hat let out a heartfelt sigh:
"I thought, how about going to Slytherin?
If Salazar knew that school you came from, he would definitely be willing to let an excellent little wizard like you join his academy. "
it proposed.
"But I thought Slytherin wouldn't be willing to admit a wizard like me from the land of the wildlings."
William replied sarcastically.
"...deep stereotypes.
But I am not incomprehensible.then"
The Sorting Hat sounds like a shame.
"Ravenclaw!"
It suddenly opened its mouth and shouted very loudly.
The whole auditorium heard it.
William took off the sorting hat, handed it to Professor McGonagall with a slightly disappointed expression, and walked towards the Ravenclaw bench with the blue strip hanging on it—Penello was waving vigorously for him to sit on it. Go to the place she has already occupied.
"How could you not be Ravenclaw!"
Patting William on the shoulder, Penello smiled and declared confidently.
Thanks for the monthly pass to Obsessed with Chemistry.
The sorting song was too long, so I cut out the main part.
(End of this chapter)
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