Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

"Actually, I did a careful 'preview' of this year's courses before the start of the semester, so it's reasonable that I know a few little spells."

"That makes sense." Although surprised, Hermione felt relieved when she thought about how she had also learned several minor spells. However, at the same time, she also felt a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat, feeling that she had not tried hard enough.

But now is not the time to think about these things; they need to catch up with the group as soon as possible.

With Ye Feng's fluorescent lights illuminating the way ahead, Ye Feng and his group moved much faster. Even though they were initially at the back of the group, they quickly caught up with Hagrid.

With the fluorescent light from the leaves illuminating the path, even though the road was difficult to walk on, their speed increased considerably. Therefore, it wasn't long before they followed Hagrid out of the narrow path and into the brightly lit academy.

All the young wizards were quite excited to see the brightly lit building, and Ye Feng was also very excited because he would soon be able to see the famous Sorting Hat and the ghost wandering around the academy.

"I wonder if the Sorting Hat can really see into a person's thoughts and discern their character."

"Speaking of which, should I loosen the defenses of my consciousness a little later? Otherwise, the Sorting Hat won't be able to detect anything, and might mistake me for a Death Eater who has infiltrated or something." As Ye Feng pondered, they arrived at a large door at the end of the stairs, and in the middle of the doorway stood an old woman wearing a pointed wizard's hat.

Ye Feng's eyes lit up the moment he saw the old lady.

"Cat... cough cough, the Transfiguration is indeed amazing. I just wonder if it's possible to transform only half of her body. After all, cat ears are the true form of a catgirl. If only..." Ye Feng muttered to himself as he glanced at Hermione beside him.

"It's a pity it's not golden, but the brown-haired catgirl doesn't seem to be either..."

Chapter 13 Pure Bloodline

Ye Feng remained silent on the topic of whether Transfiguration could be performed in half, resulting in a half-human, half-beast form, because the only 'catgirl' in Hogwarts was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." After staring at Ye Feng for about two seconds, Vice-Headmistress Minerva McGonagall finally turned her gaze to the group of young wizards and spoke.

"Alright, in a little while you will pass through these doors and gather with the other students. But before you take your seats, we must assign you to your respective colleges."

"There are Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and each of these houses has its own characteristics. While you are in school, your house is like your home, and your classmates are like your family."

“If you behave well, the college will get extra points; if you violate school rules or do something bad, you will lose points.”

"By the end of the year, the college with the highest score will win the College Cup. I hope you can all perform well."

"Alright, the sorting ceremony is about to begin. Come in with me." With that, Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall turned and walked into the house. Just as Ye Feng and the others were about to leave, a little boy with blond hair slicked back and an arrogant expression stepped forward first.

"It seems they were right on the train; Harry Potter really has come to Hogwarts."

The moment the name Harry Potter was mentioned, the young wizards who didn't know Harry was in the group immediately started to murmur and discuss among themselves. Ye Feng, who already knew Harry was coming and had no interest in 'scheming' with them, seemed not to hear them at all and continued to walk in behind the vice-principal.

Hermione, who had initially been somewhat interested in hearing gossip, had no choice but to give up on the idea of ​​continuing to listen to gossip and quickly followed after Ye Feng left.

Neville saw Ye Feng and Hermione leave and wanted to follow, but when he lifted his leg, he found that everyone else was standing still, and only Ye Feng and Hermione were walking forward, which seemed quite abrupt.

Neville was quite timid and cowardly, and he immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw this situation. At the same time, when the others saw that Ye Feng and Hermione were ignoring the famous Harry Potter, they all turned their attention to them. They also wanted to know who these two were.

However, when they looked closely at Ye Feng and Hermione, they found nothing unusual about them. In fact, no one recognized them. In other words, neither of them, nor their parents, were well-known figures in the magical world.

Seeing that Ye Feng and Hermione were nothing out of the ordinary, the group of young wizards turned their attention back to them. Malfoy, who had been interrupted, felt ignored, which was a great insult to him, who always considered himself a pure-blood noble. So he abandoned Harry and Ron in front of him and strode after Ye Feng and Hermione.

"stop!"

Malfoy's exasperated voice came from behind, but Ye Feng seemed not to hear it, because he was completely absorbed in the upcoming Sorting Ceremony. He was also curious to know if the Sorting Hat could really see into a person's inner thoughts.

Of course, what he wanted to know most was whether the Sorting Hat could break through his mental defenses and spy on his thoughts. If not, should he loosen his mental defenses slightly? Otherwise, if the Sorting Hat couldn't see anything, would it mistake him for a stone or a Death Eater?

Ye Feng pretended not to hear. Hermione heard it and turned around, but seeing that Ye Feng had no intention of stopping, she turned her head back and continued forward. After all, compared to arguing with someone, she was more interested in Ye Feng, who had mastered several kinds of magic even though he had only just started school and hadn't officially started classes yet.

Ye Feng and Hermione's continued disregard for him completely enraged Malfoy, so he pulled out his wand, pointed it at Ye Feng, and shouted, "Are you two deaf? Stop right there!"

This time, Ye Feng finally stopped and turned to look at Malfoy. When he saw that Malfoy had actually taken out his wand, he immediately laughed.

"Are you trying to duel me? But if I may be so bold, can you really cast spells with that wand you just bought and haven't even had a chance to warm up yet?"

"Oh, by the way, just a friendly reminder, the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin. Are you sure you want to keep bothering Headmaster Dumbledore and making him wait for you?"

Malfoy, who was initially furious, and the young wizard, who was eager to watch the show, changed their expressions slightly upon hearing Ye Feng's words.

Although Dumbledore is just an "ordinary old man" in the story or in Ye Feng's eyes, in the wizarding world, Dumbledore actually represents authority and unparalleled power. Therefore, even Malfoy, who considers himself extraordinary, has to put aside his arrogance when he hears Dumbledore's name.

Startled by Ye Feng's words, Malfoy angrily walked past Ye Feng and strode inside. Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled, nodded to Harry, and turned to follow him inside.

Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal who had been walking at the front and deliberately slowing down to keep an eye on what was happening behind her, quickened her pace as soon as the young wizards caught up. Judging from her thoughtful expression, she had deliberately let Malfoy cause trouble. As for her purpose, perhaps only she or Dumbledore knew.

The young wizards, no longer arguing, quickly arrived at the Great Hall, following closely behind Vice-Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. Upon entering, Ye Feng and his companions discovered that everyone else, including Dumbledore, was already there and sitting neatly at the dining table, waiting.

However, what attracted them most in the auditorium was not the students who were already waiting, nor the motionless candles floating in the air, but the ever-changing night sky.

“This isn’t the real night sky; it’s the ceiling that’s been magically transformed. I read about it in ‘Hogwarts: A History of the School,’” Hermione explained, a little excitedly, perhaps noticing the confusion in Ye Feng’s eyes.

"Very good magic, but it's a bit of a pity. It would be even cooler if this were a real night sky, where sunlight could enter but wind and rain couldn't." Dumbledore, who was standing on the platform, raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard Ye Feng and Hermione's conversation, but he didn't say anything because Harry had also entered.

Although Dumbledore was the headmaster, he didn't waste time with unnecessary words. He only mentioned some taboos, such as not being allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, before announcing the start of the Sorting Ceremony.

"Students whose names are called, come forward. I will put the sorting cap on your head and then determine which college you will be going to."

"She's here, she's almost here!"

"As the saying goes, the main characters come and go, but Hannah remains constant. I hereby declare that the holder of the Iron Throne in the magical realm is—Hannah Abbott!!!"

Under Ye Feng's excited and expectant gaze, Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall read out the name that everyone was eagerly anticipating.

"Hannah Abbott..."

Chapter 14 Azkaban!!

"Hannah Abbott..."

"Hufflepuff!"

"Oh!"

As soon as the Sorting Hat uttered those words, a huge cheer erupted from Hufflepuff House. Amid the cheers, Hannah Abbott, the Lord of the Iron Throne, smiled and walked towards them, sitting down at the long table.

As each name was called out, cheers rose and fell, and when Hermione Granger's name was mentioned, Ye Feng felt his robe being tugged.

"Don't be nervous, just relax and treat it like an ordinary old hat."

Perhaps Ye Feng's words of comfort had an effect, or perhaps Hermione had calmed down on her own. In any case, Hermione took a deep breath after Ye Feng finished speaking and went out to sit in the chair next to Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall.

Slightly different from the others, the Sorting Hat remained silent for a while after Hermione put it on. Ye Feng, with his keen senses, felt Hermione's consciousness communicating with the Sorting Hat, and when the two stopped communicating, the Sorting Hat made a decision.

"Granfenquil, Fendor!"

Ye Feng:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

"What did I just...heard? It let it slip, it definitely let it slip! It just said Granfend!"

Although Ye Feng didn't speak very loudly, he didn't try to hide it, so his voice was quite loud. Everyone nearby, including Dumbledore sitting at the top, heard him, because Dumbledore raised an eyebrow when Ye Feng spoke.

Dumbledore heard it all, and the vice-principal and the Sorting Hat, who were closer, obviously heard it too. So, the next second, the Sorting Hat, which hadn't yet been taken off Hermione's head, started to cry out loudly in protest.

"No, I didn't say that. You must have misheard. I never said Granfend. The entire wizarding world knows that I, the Sorting Hat, am the most honest person who never lies."

"It is precisely because you never lie that you are most likely to lie, because once someone who never lies does lie, no one will think he or she is lying."

Sorting Hat: "..."

"Holy crap, what he said makes so much sense, I can't even argue with it."

No one expected that Ye Feng's words would silence the Sorting Hat. To avoid an awkward silence, Vice Principal Minerva spoke up, "Perhaps the Sorting Hat misheard you. After all, it's quite old and tattered, so it's normal for it to be a little vague."

"Okay, let's move on to the next topic."

"Hmph, no need to read the name, it's this little rascal. I'd like to see which house you'll be sorted into. Sleigh? Ravenclaw? Or... Azkaban!!!"

"Azkaban! He must be sent to Azkaban!!!"

The moment the Sorting Hat was grabbed by Vice-Headmistress Minerva and placed on Ye Feng's head, it started yelling. The moment the name Azkaban was uttered, everyone's expression changed drastically, except for a few truly clueless young wizards.

"Mr. Sorting Hat, are you really sure you want to send me to Azkaban?" To everyone's surprise, when Ye Feng heard that the Sorting Hat was going to sort him into Azkaban, he was neither panicked nor angry, but rather a little expectant.

Yes, that's what I'm looking forward to.

Although Ye Feng had cultivated immortality for ten years, he had never fully utilized his strength, so even he himself didn't know how strong he was. In fact, he had never actually seen any spirits or ghosts.

Of course, he had seen the souls of those who died in the village, but their souls quickly disappeared into thin air, as if they had entered another dimension directly after leaving their bodies. Even though he had achieved some success in cultivation and his primordial spirit could travel in the daytime, he still could not find where they went.

Therefore, he wouldn't refuse if he could see real ghosts or study so-called Death Eaters or Dementors. So when Ye Feng heard that he would be sorted into Azkaban by the Sorting Hat, he wasn't worried at all.

The reason the Sorting Hat sorted him into Azkaban was not because of what he said before, or because the Sorting Hat couldn't detect his thoughts at all. It was because he hadn't completely calmed his mind earlier. Instead, after waiting a while and realizing that the Sorting Hat was indeed unable to detect his thoughts, he deliberately loosened his defenses.

The reason the Sorting Hat reacted so strongly was probably because Ye Feng's 'small' thought had frightened it.

Although he knew the reason, he wasn't too opposed to going to Azkaban. However, while one could go to Hogwarts from Azkaban at any time, it wasn't always possible to go there. So, Ye Feng coughed lightly and explained, "Mr. Sorting Hat, can you tell me why I was sorted into Azkaban?"

"Because you are a demon! You actually wanted to pull my soul out of my body!"

"So that's the reason. But it's really a misunderstanding. Please allow me to explain!" While thinking, Ye Feng said directly, "Mr. Sorting Hat, you misunderstand. I didn't mean to extract your soul from your body. I just felt that it was a waste to use your talents simply to assign houses to junior wizards."

"Really? Then tell me." Ye Feng's gentle flattery made the Sorting Hat feel much better, and its tone softened. Seeing this, Ye Feng glanced at Dumbledore above.

Dumbledore saw the questioning look in Ye Feng's eyes and nodded, indicating that he could boldly speak his mind. After receiving Dumbledore's 'instruction', Ye Feng felt reassured.

"Actually, my idea is not to extract Mr. Sorting Hat's soul, but to create a new 'body' for you and place it on the door of Hogwarts."

Of course, Ye Feng would never say that after creating this thing, he would still need to extract the Sorting Hat's soul from the Sorting Hat and stuff it into the finished product.

"Imagine there is such a magical thing."

"As long as a person or thing passes through it, all hidden conspiracies and evils will be discovered. No matter how well-hidden a Death Eater is, they will be exposed once they pass through this door."

“If this magical item can really be created, Hogwarts will be able to keep all dangers out; and Mr. Sorting Hat, you can distinguish between good and evil and see through people’s hearts. I think no one is more suitable for this position than you.”

After saying this, Ye Feng paused slightly, tilted his head, and looked at the Sorting Hat expectantly. After about two seconds, he continued, "Mr. Sorting Hat, what do you think of this suggestion?"

Perhaps the Sorting Hat was also shocked by Ye Feng's amazing suggestion, because if such a magical device could really be created, it would cause a major earthquake in the entire magical world, and all the deeply hidden Death Eaters would be found one by one.

Dumbledore, sitting at the head of the table, looked puzzled when Ye Feng made the suggestion. After Ye Feng finished speaking, he sighed softly and said kindly, "Then, Mr. Ye, what do you think should be the name of this magical thing?"

Ye Feng, who was focused on getting the Sorting Hat to agree, didn't notice the change in Dumbledore's expression just now. So he immediately shouted, "I've decided to name this great item—the Security Gate!"

Dumbledore: "..."

"I shouldn't have had any expectations of you."

“Feng, Mr. Ye, your suggestion is very good. My suggestion is that you should not make such suggestions again in the future.”

After saying this, Dumbledore felt he couldn't dampen the students' interest in exploration, so he paused slightly and explained again: "The Ministry of Magic has clear restrictions on the use of items in the Muggle world, so Mr. Ye Feng, your suggestion is good, but the law does not allow it."

Chapter 15 The Everlasting Grandindo