Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

It even led Vizet to believe that the malicious gaze was just an illusion.

Does it really take that long?

He was puzzled; more than four minutes had passed, and the Sorting Hat still hadn't announced which house it belonged to.

"This auditorium is beautiful, of course I know that." A subtle voice appeared, as if it were surround sound, omnipresent.

"It's really interesting that so many people are paying attention to you even though you're a freshman..."

The voice suddenly carried a hint of helplessness, "But I must say, you should think about your own things. You're too special; I don't know where to send you..."

"Are you the Sorting Hat?" Vizette raised an eyebrow, her lips moving slightly.

“Oh! Yes!” The Sorting Hat’s voice became more invigorated. “I don’t know where you want to go. I can only follow your thoughts and feel the gazes of this Great Hall.”

Vizette's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately realized that it was because of the "Guardian Meditation Method"!

He suddenly became curious about the workings of the Sorting Hat. "Mr. Sorting Hat, how do you sort the houses?"

“Very polite child,” the Sorting Hat said cheerfully. “Have you ever heard of Legilimency? If not, I might have some difficulty explaining it, after all, I am just a hat.”

"I don't know." Vizette pondered for a moment; Flourish and Blotts didn't seem to have any books on the subject. "Where could I find information about Legilimency?"

Of course, it could also be because he didn't finish recording all the books.

The Sorting Hat suggested, "Perhaps you could check the library; the restricted section is sure to have it. Hogwarts possesses the oldest magical knowledge!"

"However, for now... I still need to fulfill my duties. Since you are so special, why don't you decide for yourself which academy you want to go to!"

Without hesitation, Wizette said, "Let me go to Ravenclaw."

"You love knowledge, don't you?" The Sorting Hat's tone was filled with delight. "Powerful wizards always have a particular fondness for exploration, swimming freely in the ocean of knowledge..."

"Welcome to the library, child! And..." The Sorting Hat finally burst open, shouting the house name, "Ravenclaw!"

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged a glance, shook their heads slightly, and looked somewhat helpless.

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Ravenclaw table, louder than the applause that greeted the other new students.

Vizette found an opening to sit down, and although she remained expressionless in the face of such enthusiastic applause, her ears turned slightly red.

Qiu Zhang smiled brightly, "Congratulations on becoming a problem student in the department."

Vizette asked, "Sorting problem students? Is that a good thing?"

“Of course! It’s an old term,” Qiu Zhang explained. “Only students who spend more than five minutes in the sorting room are referred to by this term.”

"You know how fast the Sorting Hat sorts houses. For the Sorting Hat to be conflicted about which house a student belongs to, the student must possess a variety of qualities and traits."

Vizette nodded, feeling that he had taken a shortcut to becoming a problem student in the sorting process.

It was because I was maintaining the Guardian Meditation Technique that the Sorting Hat was in a dilemma, ultimately allowing me to choose my own House.

Penelope, standing nearby, said, "As far as I know, there have only been two sorting problem students this century, but unfortunately they both went to Gryffindor."

"Perhaps one must possess extremely unique qualities to become a Sorting Problem Student. Like Professor McGonagall on stage, she was once a Sorting Problem Student, a Gryffindor."

"Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal and is also an expert in Transfiguration magic. You'll understand when you start class. The other challenging student in the Sorting House is Peter Pettigrew, but unfortunately, he's also a Gryffindor."

"When Mysterio fell, he faced Sirius Black, one of Mysterio's henchmen, and ultimately paid the price with his life. In his honor, the Ministry of Magic posthumously awarded him the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Suddenly, Gryffindor erupted in commotion, shouting, "We have Potter!"

“We also have Vizette!” Cho Chang joked. “Sorting problem students are extremely rare, and you are a Ravenclaw sorting problem student.”

Thinking of the College Cup that Professor McGonagall had mentioned, Wizette couldn't help but remark, "It seems the College Cup is quite competitive..."

“Yes.” Penelope nodded in agreement. “That’s the highest honor in the school, representing recognition of the college.”

The Sorting Ceremony finally ended, and Ron became a member of Gryffindor.

After Professor McGonagall removed the four-legged stool and the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore walked to the front of the stage and stood in front of an owl statue.

The owl statue immediately spread its wings and transformed into a small lectern.

"The new school year begins tonight. Welcome back to Hogwarts! Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words..."

The statue acts like an amplifier, amplifying Dumbledore's voice so that everyone can hear it clearly.

Looking at the bare plate, Vizette suddenly remembered the principals she had met in her previous life.

Those principals said they would just say a few words, but they ended up talking for at least an hour before finally putting down the microphone.

"That is: Idiot! Crybaby! Trash! Twist! Everyone, please enjoy the feast! Thank you all!"

"Huh?" Before Vizet could react, the rich aroma had already filled his nostrils.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, various kinds of food appeared on the plates.

Whether it's roast beef, pork chops, lamb chops, potatoes, or roast chicken, sausages, and potato chips, they have it all.

The mountain of food, steaming hot, instantly whetted his appetite.

As Penelope scooped out a spoonful of mashed potatoes, she couldn't help but remark, "Dumbledore is such a special headmaster. It would be nice if he were a Ravenclaw."

Chapter 27 How to Open Ravenclaw

It must be said that, at least, the Hogwarts opening dinner was exceptionally good.

When all kinds of meats are cooked to the right temperature, they are not only tender and juicy, but also full of flavor.

The judicious use of spices such as black pepper and rosemary brings out the rich flavor of the meat itself.

The same applies to various gravy, tomato sauce, and dipping sauces; applying a little to sausages or potatoes can enhance their flavor.

Vizette took another lamb chop, drizzled a spoonful of gravy over it, and the atmosphere at the banquet grew increasingly lively.

The older students around them chatted and laughed, discussing all sorts of interesting stories, from current events to gossip about famous magicians, from spellcasting tips to their teachers.

Although Vizette hasn't systematically studied magic yet, she can still learn a lot from it.

Professor McGonagall has a good reputation and is very responsible towards her work and students;

As the Head of Gryffindor, he was exceptionally strict with his students and never hesitated to deduct points.

Professor Snape is the Potions professor and also the Head of Slytherin.

If Professor McGonagall is a positive example of strict self-discipline, then Professor Snape is a negative example.

Professor Snape was exceptionally lenient with his own house, but extremely strict with other houses, even nitpicking and deducting points for all sorts of trivial matters.

However, this behavior is mainly targeted at Gryffindor, which is why Gryffindor's house grades have consistently been at the bottom.

Professor Flitwick, as the Head of Ravenclaw, is responsible for teaching Charms. His classes are very interesting, and all the students in Ravenclaw love him.

Professor Sprout is a kind middle-aged woman who spends her days with various magical herbs and has a good reputation among Ravenclaw students.

……

After the main course, there are desserts, including various pies and sponges, as well as puddings, jellies and ice cream.

The syrup in these pastries was too thick, and the taste was far too sweet.

Vizet took a small scoop of ice cream and savored its rich, creamy flavor.

Desserts can lift people's spirits, and the older students changed the subject, talking about their summer vacation experiences and the recent Gringotts burglary.

"Have you heard about the recent Gringotts incident? The Daily Prophet has been making headlines about it for several issues."

"Robbing an underground vault, especially the highest-level vault, I don't think any wizard would be stupid enough to do such a thing."

"I think so too. Maybe it's all a show orchestrated by fairies to demonstrate their so-called service spirit... Of course, it's only for wealthy pure-blood families."

"Maybe it's another fairy rebellion? During summer vacation, I visited the Eye of the Mine, where some of the facilities from the fairy rebellion are still preserved. Their smelting techniques are indeed very interesting."

……

The disappearance of desserts from the plates signifies the end of the opening banquet.

Dumbledore rose again and walked to the owl's platform once more. "Now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, why not listen to this old man ramble on for a few more minutes..."

Amid a burst of light laughter, he continued with a smile, "First, let me introduce you to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Quirinus Quirrell."

A middle-aged man with a heavy purple turban and dressed in a distinctly Indian style stood up.

He waved his arms somewhat awkwardly and stammered in a low voice, "G-Gentlemen! I...I am Quirinus Quirrell! I'm very...very happy to be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

“Thank you, Professor Quirrell!” Dumbledore gestured for Professor Quirrell to sit down. “There are a few more things to keep in mind…”

"Attention first-year students: Students are strictly prohibited from entering the forbidden forest on one side of the campus. It is very dangerous there, and you must be absolutely certain of your safety if you want to go in."

"For more information on school rules and demerit point details, please contact our administrator, Mr. Filch; he has a booklet available."

"In addition, the Quidditch player selection will be held next week. Please check the notice board in the locker room for the specific selection time..."

Dumbledore added many more details, then cleared his throat, his smile fading as he became serious.

"There's one more thing, and it's the most important thing. If you don't want to encounter an accident and die a painful death, never go near the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor. Remember that!"

A brief silence fell over the Great Hall until Dumbledore smiled again.

He chuckled and pulled out his wand. "Before you all go back to the lounge, let's sing the school song together!"

Bang!

A long golden ribbon flew from the tip of the wand, floating in mid-air in the Great Hall, twisting and turning like a snake to form lines of text.