This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 330 Sorting Ceremony
An ordinary four-legged stool was quickly placed in the center of the hall by Professor McGonagall.

However, the professor's expression was serious, and Andrew really couldn't tell whether the professor was satisfied with his work.

Soon, the Sorting Hat was put up - it remained at the same level as always. After all, few people in the entire Hogwarts would think that the Sorting Hat was too dirty and wanted to wash it.

To be honest, Andrew suspected that Dumbledore had some little secrets known to the Hat, but he was not Gryffindor and would not rush in such a suicidal direction.

But at this time the Sorting Hat suddenly spoke.

"Ah! Hogwarts, the cradle of wizards!
Lift up your lamp of wisdom
Light up the darkness of ignorance fabricated by foolishness!
......"

Andrew was stunned and his eyes widened.

This rhythm is a little too familiar - yes, it should be, that's it.

Not only Andrew was stunned, but the students watching were also stunned - Miss Granger opened her mouth slightly, then quickly covered it.

"It's the Sun Hymn!"

She lowered her voice and talked to her friend next to her.

"Ode to the Sun?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes - this thing is not from your side, right?

Apparently some of the professors had noticed it as well. Professor Keridi Bubaji also had a strange expression on his face, but he didn't show it. Instead, he listened carefully to the entire adapted poem.

"Damn it! It's fine that the Muggle world has a Prime Minister, but how come the Sorting Hat is also contaminated!"

But he soon discovered something was wrong - considering what the Sorting Hat touched and what it created, it might be that he was the one who bought the poetry collection.

'It's going to be bad, one Astronomy Tower tip a day...'

Andrew was very sure of the consequences of instigating the Sorting Hat, but the matter was done and, besides, the change to the Sorting Hat was quite good, and it was quite appropriate to praise Hogwarts and then drag himself into it - on the bright side, it would be a success if the hat didn't dance!
Fortunately, he had his back to the students behind him - otherwise he would not be sure whether the poem he just recited would affect the previous performance.

Andrew tightened his face again, turned sideways, and watched as Professor McGonagall called the names of the students one by one, starting this year's sorting ceremony.

As far as fear was concerned, this sorting ceremony was extremely scary - the first student almost staggered away from the crowd and barely managed to sit on his stool.

"Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat shouted out its first decision.

"A new student in our school?"

Andrew's expression didn't change at all as he watched the other person run all the way over to the Ravenclaw table amid the cheers, and then his face turned from rosy to pale.

???

He glanced at the table - weren't we all on good terms at the end of last school year? Why are you using me to scare the new students?

"Paige Bloom."

Professor McGonagall began to read out the next name - this strange name forced Andrew to do his best to keep his expression and not pay attention to the things in his own college that might ruin his reputation. One by one, the new students were called in, and then they were put on hats and divided into - ahem, they were divided into colleges that suited them.

Andrew could vaguely feel a little bit of the power of the ritual, but he was not sure whether he really felt it or it was an illusion caused by Professor McGonagall telling him the truth.

"Speaking of which, because of the emotion of fear, the power of protection was obtained - is this also the application of emotional magic? Just like what the book says, the ancient emotional magic increases the power of the spell through emotions?"

His foundation in magic was not enough to make an accurate judgment, but Animagus was also a ritual magic - after the dangerous human body transformation was over, he could try that, and then he would be able to make an accurate judgment.

But what was important now was that his deterrent effect must be maintained - after the person on the list appeared, he immediately tapped the wooden folder with his finger, and the feather pen floated up and stopped on the other person's name.

This unexpected occurrence almost made the student unable to get up from his chair - when the Sorting Hat read out the name of Slytherin, he was obviously relieved, and he was obviously reluctant when he took off the Sorting Hat.

But such performance did not affect the feather pen from quickly writing down tasks such as cleaning the toilet after the other party's name - but the rest of the team actually showed envious eyes when they saw this scene, and then, the atmosphere of the entire unclassified team became even more depressing.

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"Hiss...what is that guy Taylor doing?"

Hal sucked in a breath of cold air and whispered in his ear - the sight of opening the folder and recording was so scary that even as Andrew's roommate, he was a little scared.

"I swear, he doesn't look like he's up to anything good."

Kevin also inhaled, "First time I've seen a sorting ceremony clearing up problems on a train!"

"But there is no doubt that Taylor has been authorized. When we came in before, it was Professor McGonagall who led the team!"

"This kid..." Hal was silent - he was happy for a moment, but soon realized that no matter how powerful he was, Andrew would not come back to the dormitory to reveal even the slightest information.

With the last student sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony ended - Andrew's roommates finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I got too many frights today. That guy played too big.

Professor McGonagall had left with her stool and the Sorting Hat, and it was time for Dumbledore to speak and welcome the new professors - just like last year.

But the low gasp sound began to come from the Gryffindor side, and then spread to the entire hall - in the surprised eyes of the students, Andrew walked directly to the Gryffindor table and came directly to the prefect.

After a low conversation, several students from Gryffindor stood up, and the quill on the folder quickly wrote a few names.

"Merlin's socks, what is Andrew doing?"

Hal glanced at the staff table and found that Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just watched with a smile.

Then, it was the turn of Slytherin - this time Hal watched carefully. After the conversation, one person from each grade in Slytherin stood up, and they were basically the most prestigious guys among the students.

Then, the names were recorded on the list, and his roommate Andrew nodded with satisfaction, trotted over to Dumbledore, whispered something, then turned to Filch and handed him the folder and quill.

'Filch's face lit up with a smile!'

Hal complained in his heart but didn't dare to say it out loud - Andrew was going crazy today. If he killed his roommate again, who would he go to for justice?

(End of this chapter)