Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

This matter has been in the newspapers for almost a month now...

Hermione waved her hand wearily: "Neither of my parents are wizards, and they didn't even know the wizarding world existed until a few months ago."

“I see.” Ron nodded. “But you can subscribe to the Daily Prophet for your parents. The newspaper will deliver it to your house on time by owl.”

After Ron finished speaking, he turned his gaze away from the unremarkable Hermione.

It turns out that boys in this age group are happiest when they play with other boys.

Clearly, Harry, who felt genuinely happy, thought the same way.

Finally, amidst the chatter of the young wizards, they arrived at the lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle.

"Is everyone here?" Hagrid held up his lantern to confirm the number of young wizards, then knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened wide, and Professor McGonagall, dressed in a bright green robe, stood before it.

Professor McGonagall's stern face exuded considerable authority, and the young wizards instantly fell silent.

In the magical world, powerful wizards have an exceptionally long lifespan. Professor McGonagall may have already taught these young wizards' grandparents and parents; now it's their turn to teach them.

Professor McGonagall flung the door open, revealing a foyer even larger than Gringotts. Torches blazed brightly around the stone walls.

The ceiling was so high that you could hardly see the top, and in front of you was a luxurious marble staircase leading upstairs.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall's gaze swept over each young wizard's face.

When she saw Isaac, Professor McGonagall's gaze softened.

Who would dislike a studious and quick-witted student?

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you enter the auditorium and take your seats, you must first determine which college you will be attending."

Sorting is a very important ceremony because during your time at Hogwarts, your house is like your home...

Even if Isaac were in another world, he would still find it hard to stay calm when he heard Professor McGonagall say those words.

Poor Dean Cat, hopefully he'll remember these words when he's forced to clean up Harry and Ron's mess in the future.

Hmm... not necessarily.

If a child that mischievous were at home, they might be hung up by their parents as a form of discipline.

Thinking about it this way, Professor McGonagall's decision not to punish Harry and Ron according to the family's standards was actually quite lenient.

Dean Cat is such a kind and honest person!

Professor McGonagall led the group of young wizards to an empty room at the other end of the hall, where they would wait for the upcoming Sorting Ceremony.

Ron, who was usually carefree and enthusiastic, suddenly became nervous.

His nervousness, being a local wizard, made Harry and Hermione nervous as well.

"Dude, so what exactly is the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony? Why do you look so nervous?!"

Harry is no longer afraid of Hogwarts' tests to see if he can use magic.

Because he had successfully used some spells during the holiday.

Judging from how nervous Ron is, the Sorting Ceremony later on can't be too dangerous, right?

“My brother told me that the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts involves fighting trolls…” Ron’s face was already turning pale.

Hermione screamed, "How could this be?! How could Hogwarts possibly make us do something so dangerous!"

“I know it’s impossible, but what if it’s something else dangerous?” Human fear stems from the unknown, and Ron is in that state right now.

Harry looked to Isaac for help: "Sir, you were at Hogwarts during the holidays, do you know what the Sorting Ceremony is?"

Isaac shrugged: "I don't know either. It couldn't possibly be about dealing with a Death Eater or creating a spell myself, could it?"

Isaac's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for the young wizards around him to hear.

A sense of despair began to permeate the entire cabin—how on earth did my dad (mom) pass the Hogwarts entrance exam back then??

Chapter 68 Proof of Bloodline

“Now line up in a single row,” Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students.

"Come with me."

The first-year students lined up and walked out of the room, through the foyer, through a double door, and finally into the magnificent auditorium.

The hall is decorated differently now than it was on the day Isaac was "honored," and you can see the care that the house-elves, who are not usually seen, have put into decorating the hall.

At the head of the auditorium was a long table, which was the teachers' seat.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students over there and had them line up facing all the upperclassmen, with the teachers behind them.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then put a top-topped wizard's hat on it.

In the group, Isaac stared at the Sorting Hat, wondering if it could still speak if the Philosopher's Stone was used to turn it into gold.

Now that we have the Golden Castle, we can't possibly use a tattered hat when it comes time for house sorting; that would be too disloyal.

The Sorting Hat on the stool was completely unaware of Isaac's brilliant idea; it was time for its annual appearance once again.

You might not think I'm pretty.

But never judge a book by its cover.

if......"

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the entire room erupted in applause. Then, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables in turn, and then stood still.

The moment Ron saw the hat, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and muttered to himself:

"Well, it seems I don't need to fight a troll, subdue a Death Eater, or create my own spell!"

If given a choice, Ron would probably still prefer to fight the trolls.

Harry looked somewhat relaxed, yet also a little disappointed. He probably wanted to show off his skills in front of everyone.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"When I call someone's name, that person should put on their hat, sit on the stool, and wait to be assigned to a school."

"Hannah, Abbott!"

The Iron-Hat Queen of Hogwarts stumbled out of the line, put on her hat, and the hat just covered her eyes.

She sat down.

After a brief pause—

“Hufflepuff!” the hat called out.

The sorting ceremony didn't stop because of anyone's tension. One freshman after another put on their sorting caps and were assigned to one of the four major houses.

Hermione was the first of the four to be sorted into their respective houses.

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat didn't hesitate much and decisively sorted Hermione into Gryffindor.

After some time, Harry was also called over.

"Harry Potter!"

With just his name, Harry successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was eager to see what the savior looked like.

Harry was incredibly grateful for Isaac's presence at that moment; at least he was now wearing a well-fitting and presentable outfit.

Although everyone was wearing Hogwarts robes.

"Hmm..." Harry heard the Sorting Hat's sound after he put it on.

"Difficult, extremely difficult. I can see you have great courage, a kind heart, and talent..."

Moreover, you have a strong desire to prove yourself.

That's interesting. Where should I sort you? Gryffindor? Slytherin?

Wait... what are you thinking?!

"Gryffindor's old man...you're actually going to Ravenclaw???" Old Hat was completely dumbfounded.

Having served as the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts for so many years, he had seen many young wizards with a deep attachment to a particular house.

But he had rarely seen a wizard like Harry Potter who had absolutely no sense of self-awareness.

Let's put aside how much this kid's traits actually fit Gryffindor and Slytherin. Let's just talk about learning spells.

Don't you have any idea how you learned that spell?

I didn't even read the textbook completely; I relied entirely on sheer grit and intuition. My ability to learn the spell was entirely due to my accurate intuition and good luck.

You still dare to say you want to join Ravenclaw?

If the old hat really dared to send Harry Potter to Ravenclaw, he was afraid that one day Ravenclaw himself would crawl out from underground and turn the old hat into his underwear.

From now on, everyone at Hogwarts will have to wear their family's heirloom underpants.

The mere thought of the Sorting Hat sends chills down my spine.

Harry had no idea what the Sorting Hat was thinking; he just muttered to himself.

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw..."