Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

After glancing around, McGonagall said, "Everything's ready. Line up and follow me."

The freshmen followed McGonagall through the main gate to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall is vast, with long tables for the four houses right inside the main entrance. Each house is decorated in a different color: Gryffindor is red and gold, Slytherin is green and silver, Ravenclaw is blue and gold, and Hufflepuff is yellow and black.

At the end of the long table, there was a raised platform where the Sorting Hat and the teachers ate.

The ceiling of the auditorium, in particular, combined with the floating candles, resembled a lit night sky—it was absolutely beautiful.

“Look at this sky, it’s the ceiling that’s been enchanted. I read about it in the history of Hogwarts…” Hermione whispered in Jerry’s ear as they walked.

The new students were led to the end of the long table, where a raised platform stood. On it was a four-legged stool with a dirty, tattered wizard's hat, featuring a large patch on the side. Miraculously, once the new students had lined up, the hat began to sing:

"But never judge a book by its cover. If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can..."

To be honest, his singing wasn't very good, but everyone still gave Mr. Hat a round of applause out of respect.

"Looks like this is the Sorting Hat we'll be using. Just put it on!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Jerry.

Jerry whispered in Hermione's ear in a dark voice, "Have you ever thought about something even more terrifying? This is a magical hat with a mind of its own. It might read your memories, spread your embarrassing stories everywhere, and even control your mind..."

Hermione: "..."

Professor McGonagall opened the list in her hand and said, "Students whose names are called, come forward. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head, and then we will sort into our respective schools."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with two golden braids walked up and sat on a stool. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on her head.

“Hufflepuff!” the hat called out.

The students at the Hufflepuff table on the right applauded and cheered for Hannah, welcoming her to the Hufflepuffs.

Chapter 10 I'm Such a Good Wizard

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward, a sudden buzzing sound came from the dining room.

"Potter, is he calling me Potter?"

"Is it Harry Potter, the one who defeated Mysterio?"

……

"Gryffindor".

Each of them had a hat, and after some discussion, they finally went to Gryffindor at Harry's insistence.

The moment the Sorting Hat fell silent, a deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from the Gryffindor dining table.

After taking off the Sorting Hat, Harry had just walked to the Gryffindor table when Prefect Percy eagerly stood up, grasped Harry's hand tightly, and the surrounding students also gathered around.

The Weasley twins went even further, jumping up and shouting, "We have Potter! Gryffindor has Potter!"

Gryffindor welcomed Harry Potter as if he were a hero, and even McGonagall's serious expression relaxed a bit.

In stark contrast to Gryffindor, Slytherin watched the jubilant lions cheer with cold indifference.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione slowly walked to the stool, hesitated for a moment before putting the hat on her head, and then the two began to chat quietly.

More than ten minutes later,

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

Hermione took off her hat and strode toward the Gryffindor table, giving Jerry a glare as she left.

"Jerry Green!"

Finally, it was his turn. Jerry strode to the four-cornered stool, then picked up the dirty Sorting Hat with two fingers of his left hand, looking disgusted, and hesitated for a moment.

"Hey kid, can you hurry up and put me on your head? Don't you know that's very rude?" the Sorting Hat said, somewhat angrily.

“Sorry, Mr. Hat, you’re really too dirty.” Jerry hesitated for a moment, but still put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"So you're the one who told that little witch I can control minds and read memories, you naughty boy?"

Jerry quickly explained, "Sorry, sir, I was just joking!"

Before the Sorting Hat could speak, Jerry asked again, "Sir, how do you accurately sort students into the four houses? Have you ever made a mistake?"

Upon hearing Jerry questioning him, the Sorting Hat quickly retorted, "I am the hat of Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor. Don't underestimate me; I am a magical hat full of intelligence and thought, capable of discerning the talents of my students."

Jerry deliberately exaggerated, saying, "Sir, you're really amazing. Are you a product of alchemy?"

Jerry thought to himself, if he had this kind of technology, putting aside everything else, wouldn't it be worthwhile to have inflatable dolls that can think and talk... no, figurines?

"I guess so. The four founders of Hogwarts instilled their ideas into me, so that I can sort students into different houses based on their talents and qualities."

“Mr. Hat, now that you have your own thoughts, don’t you feel uncomfortable being trapped in your hat? Have you ever thought about using alchemy to create a body, and then…”

"Stop, stop, stop! Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Jerry was interrupted by the Sorting Hat before he could finish speaking.

"It's your sorting time, kid! A student like you should go to Slytherin. You'll achieve great things, and Slytherin will help you go to glory."

Jerry felt that the Sorting Hat was implying something about him, and he argued with it, "No, no, no, I think Gryffindor is right for me, and everyone I know thinks I'm a brave, courageous, bold, and generous person."

The Sorting Hat: "They were fooled by you. You're very good at pretending. You should go to Slytherin."

Jerry: "..."

"Mr. Hat, I think you've misunderstood me..."

Half an hour later, Jerry was still explaining to the Sorting Hat, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

The people from the four academies were getting impatient and were all discussing Jerry.

At the Gryffindor long table, Harry turned to Hermione beside him and asked, "Hermione, do you know what happened?"

Hermione shook her head. She was worried and regretted telling the Sorting Hat that Jerry had scared her. If Jerry really couldn't get into school because of this, she would definitely have to go and explain to the professor.

Jerry, unaware of what was happening below, was still flattering the Sorting Hat, trying to get some useful information out of it: "Sir, you are truly amazing. It's a pity there's only one Sorting Hat in the world. Do you sometimes feel lonely?"

"Sigh, kid, you really understand me. It's just a pity that the alchemy books that could create my works are locked in the forbidden library..."

"Sold out! In the forbidden section!" Jerry was a little excited. He was just taking a chance, and he didn't expect to actually get something. If only he could steal this book, memorize its contents, and then put it back without anyone noticing, then it wouldn't count as stealing if he wasn't caught!

"Mr. Hat, what did you just say? I haven't heard anything after that. Why is there no sound? Mr. Hat, are you alright?" Jerry asked in a friendly tone.

"Slytherin, Slytherin!! McGonagall, McGonagall, get me off this little brat's head!" The Sorting Hat yelled, somewhat losing control of its emotions.

Everyone in the hall, whether students or teachers, was startled by the Sorting Hat's sudden scream; such a thing had never happened before.

McGonagall was the same; after realizing what had happened, she quickly removed the Sorting Hat from Jerry's head and looked at him with disbelief.

Jerry touched his nose a little embarrassedly and explained, "I just chatted with him."

Seeing the Sorting Hat still cursing, Jerry quickly ran to the Slytherin table.

After sitting down, Jerry glanced around the table and saw that everyone was staring at him.

"Mr. Green, which family are you from?" asked an older student next to Jerry.

Jerry shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Muggle family."

The people at the table changed their expressions; some were curious, some were indifferent, and some were hostile.

Jerry was somewhat helpless. It was all the Sorting Hat's fault. How could such an upright, brave, honest, wise, knowledgeable, farsighted, curious, and inquisitive student like himself possibly be a Slytherin!

Hmph, how can you learn magic properly by hanging out with those Slytherin worms!

It looks like my life is going to be exciting for the next few years.

At the Gryffindor long table, Hermione and the others were also discussing this matter.

“How could Jerry be sorted into Slytherin? It must be the Sorting Hat’s fault,” Harry said.

Hermione said with some concern, "Yes, Jerry is a Muggle, he'll definitely be bullied in Slytherin. No, I have to find the professor and ask him to move Jerry to Gryffindor."

Chapter 11 Rebuilding Slytherin's Glory: Our Duty Is Inescapable

At this moment, poor Jerry was lying on the Slytherin table, watching the professors' table. The slick-haired man in the black robe on the far left must be their headmaster, Snape. Jerry stared at him for a long time, but Snape didn't notice. His eyes never left the Gryffindor table.

The professor dressed like an Indian man next to him must be Quirrell, the consumables for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Jerry recognized several professors with distinctive features: the short Philius Flitwick, the Charms professor, and the serious Professor McGonagall, among others. He would only get to know the other professors during class.

"Boy, do you know that Slytherin is a pure-blood house? How did you, a lowly Muggle who isn't even a half-blood, get in?"

The sorting process wasn't even over yet, and troublemakers were already here. The speaker was an upperclassman, rather muscular, with the same expression on his face as when Jerry first met Malfoy.

Ha, Jerry swore he really wanted to grab the cutlery forks on the table, pull the guy's tongue out, and pin it to the table so he could bark like a dog.

Jerry pointed to the professor's table. Snape stared at them coldly, and the upperclassmen's expressions changed. They sat back down in their original seats.

As usual, Jerry memorized the man's appearance, just like the other rude people he met on the train, and planned to find an opportunity to smuggle them out when they were alone.

Hopefully these guys aren't members of the school's Quidditch team, otherwise Jerry would definitely break their legs the night before the match!

Jerry doesn't care about the House Cup or Slytherin's glory.

He is glory!

……

The Sorting Hat calmed down a bit, and the sorting process continued, except that the students behind it were forbidden to speak to the Sorting Hat.

Jerry sighed, realizing that the Sorting Hat treated him like a confidant, while he treated it like a Japanese soldier!

I need to find an opportunity to have a proper talk with it next time and apologize. This hat has been in the headmaster's office all this time. What if the Sorting Hat holds a grudge and keeps talking bad about me in front of Dumbledore? That would damage my image in the headmaster's eyes.

Before long, Malfoy arrived at the Slytherin table, glanced at Jerry on the table, and greeted him.

Malfoy didn't sit next to Jerry; instead, he sat a bit far away, as he was still somewhat afraid of Jerry.

"Hey, Malfoy, what are you doing greeting that Muggle, Mudblood?"

Upon hearing the word "Mudblood," Malfoy jerked his head up to look at Jerry, only to find him smiling at him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.