This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 494 Unexpected Events

The sorting seemed difficult, but when Andrew stood in front of all the students and read out each name calmly, it became not so difficult.

After the initial shock, the senior students finally came to accept the fact that Taylor had become their class leader.

There are so many prefects in Hogwarts, but I have never seen any of them be able to take over the list from Professor McGonagall!
Even the Sorting Hat hadn't said anything - so who was supposed to have an opinion?

After careful consideration, it seems that it is not too much to let Taylor be in charge of the branching.

"Kevin Whitby."

But Andrew, who was busy with the sorting ceremony on the other side, did not pay attention to what his classmates were thinking. He whispered the last name, motioned the other party to come to him, and then put the sorting hat on him.

The Sorting Hat hummed, and finally lazily read out the house, "Hufflepuff!"

"Go, over there," Andrew pointed to the Hufflepuff table, and the other party began to trot towards that place, running so fast as if there was something terrible behind them.

'Not so scary, right?'

As Andrew was thinking, he began to put the Sorting Hat on the chair. Then he stood up and walked to Professor McGonagall to hand over the list.

"Good job, Taylor. Now, take the Sorting Hat back first, and then come back to dinner."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and instructed Andrew.

"Yes, Professor."

Andrew responded quietly, then turned around, picked up the stool and the Sorting Hat, and walked towards Dumbledore's office.

But just as they turned the corner, the Sorting Hat began to grumble.

"Ah, a new experience, Andrew. We work well together, don't we?"

The hat said with a slightly proud tone.

"Of course. Without you, the branch wouldn't know how to proceed."

He said sincerely - the Sorting Hat, the Pen of Acceptance, and the Book of Admission, these three together are the amazing way of admissions at Hogwarts.

If Hogwarts and Durmstrang were the same, he would never be able to enter the door of a magic school in his lifetime.

"Of course, I am the most amazing hat in the whole world. Look at that Ravenclaw, he still can't speak."

The hat straightened up proudly, then looked around, and after confirming that there were no portraits, he asked in a very low voice, "Why has a legend been discontinued for so long? I haven't seen Albus look so nervous in a long time."

...

"Is this the limit of euphemism? Can I take back what I just said?"

Andrew suddenly felt that what he was wearing was not a Sorting Hat, but a charcoal basin.

"I don't know. Maybe the author can't imagine what it would be like for Dumbledore to be a professor."

He responded quietly.

"If there's anything you can't think of, just keep working hard to shock the wizarding world. Armando has seen a lot anyway, so he's not afraid of taking the blame. Besides, he was over 300 when he was the headmaster, so he's just a temporary transition. Anyway, it's all Phineas' fault, so just write about the problems he left behind - Sirius is still in school, he wouldn't dare to say anything."

The Sorting Hat spoke nonchalantly. The only good thing was that it remembered to lower its voice.

???

What Sorting Hat bullying!

"I'm telling you, Phineas has left a lot of traps for the school. Don't be afraid of wrongly accusing him. Everyone knows that he is a jerk. Of course, there are no good people in Beauxbatons either. Just do your best. Just write it down and I'll prove it."

???

No, you are tampering with the history of magic, do you know that?

"Cuthbert only has a rough idea of ​​what he remembers. Minerva wasn't enrolled at the time, and Albus himself was still a youngster. What I said is what I meant..."

"No, we can't do this," Andrew lowered his voice, "If everything matches, we'll start to doubt the source of the information." He looked around again, and after confirming that there was no portrait, he used dust to test the invisibility cloak and the disillusionment spell, "It must be half true and half false, but is there really no problem with Principal Phineas?"

"It doesn't matter. Just criticize him as much as you can. The fact that he's on the wall is because other principals tolerate him."

The Sorting Hat whispered its assurance.

"Then should I write about Dumbledore and the headmaster's proposal to amend the unreasonable rules left by Headmaster Phineas?"

"It's totally feasible. It's okay. We can suppress it. Just point out the names. Albus won't check."

The Sorting Hat is sure of that.

...

"You won't sell me out, will you?"

He stared at the Sorting Hat in confusion, and always felt that the top of the Astronomy Tower was shining.

"I swear on the name of the Big Four that the hat never reveals any little wizard's secrets."

The Sorting Hat looked a little unhappy, but made another reassurance.

"It will probably take some time, and it can't be serialized."

"It's good to have it."

The hat muttered quietly, "If it doesn't work, you can write more about Albus's daily classes. He first taught Defense Against the Dark Arts - ah, the current Anti-Dark Arts, and later became the professor of Transfiguration. I can't remember the student list, but you should be able to get it. Come on."

'I never thought in my life that I would be urged to update by a hat!'

Andrew thought about it, and then began to quicken his pace - he had to rush back to attend the welcome ceremony for the new professors, and of course, there were also the extremely important dinner and Triwizard Tournament matters.

After returning the hat, Andrew hurried back to the auditorium - the new professor was already seated.

Obviously, Andrew was a little slow.

Fortunately, the food had not yet started to be served, so he hurried to his roommate's side - a seat was reserved for him there.

"You didn't go to the staff table?"

Hal couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Andrew looked at Hal, "How do you feel about the new professor?"

He asked, sizing up the new professor.

It seems that he said that the other party was a fake professor. I have to test him later - it is too dangerous to keep such a scourge in school, especially this year is the Triwizard Tournament.

“Not much of a professor.”

Kevin hesitated, then lowered his voice to comment.

"He doesn't look like the legendary strongest Auror at all. He has lost his sense of oppression and efficiency. He looks like... like a dog..."

What are you talking about!

Andrew was almost amused by his roommate - no, that was someone invited by Dumbledore himself. Although he was replaced by an elite Death Eater whose name was unknown, he was also a ruthless person who imitated the moves vividly!
He looked at the professor and froze.

The other person sat there listlessly, completely devoid of energy and spirit, looking as exhausted as a dog that has lost its home.

'This is, Mad-Eye?'

While he was hesitating, food appeared on the table, and Moody, as soon as the bottle of wine appeared, directly took the bottle without even using the glass, and took a big gulp of it.

what's the situation?
(End of this chapter)