Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 39. So, Slytherin

"I really suspect that the pen is broken, but it can't possibly be wrong; it's older than me."

The Sorting Hat made a seemingly random statement: if it could display a human-like expression, it would definitely be "Subway X Elderly X Cell Phone".

"Whether it is or not doesn't matter, at least I'm here."

Dali said he still tries his best to keep his mind calm.

"That makes sense."

The Sorting Hat nodded.

"Which house will I be assigned to? Hufflepuff?"

Dali himself is mentally prepared.

"Hurry up and get me some Hufflepuff, I'm starving!"

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something: "I take back what I just said. Actually, you're very ambitious, capable, and thoughtful. You like to prepare thoroughly before you act. What's that word again? Right, prevention is better than cure. You really remind me of that person."

"Can you read my mind?"

A slight ripple stirred in Dali's heart. He had already undergone five "meditation" enhancements before going on stage, all for the sake of the six additional special defenses.

"No, I can only read your traits."

So the Sorting Hat said.

"Special trait?"

Countless guesses flashed through Dali's mind.

"Yes, stop, stop. The thoughts in your head are like a jar of sesame seeds that have fallen to the ground, so complicated that it's giving the hat a headache. You're completely different from those simple-minded little wizards."

Dudley was certainly not as simple-minded as a normal young wizard.

"The Sorting Hat, and you still say you can't read minds?"

The Sorting Hat retorted, "I'm just a hat, there's no need to argue with me like this."

"Normally, I should obey the wishes of you little wizards, but my consciousness is constructed from the ideas instilled by the four founders of the school."

At this point, the Sorting Hat's tone changed somewhat, his speech gradually slowed down, and his voice became much lower.

Although it was still the same Sorting Hat, Dudley had the illusion that he had changed his hat.

Perhaps it's not just my imagination.

Or perhaps schizophrenia?

"You look a lot like that person."

The Sorting Hat was emphasized once again.

"Strong will, contempt for dogma. Of course, if you can just stop all those random thoughts from running through your head! Now! Right now! The hat's about to explode!"

The first half of the speech was still deliberately mysterious, but the second half was very urgent, and the tone returned to its previous state.

Dudley disliked others prying into his thoughts, even if it was just a hat, so he constantly reviewed the knowledge he had learned over the years, from the Pythagorean theorem and calculus to the physiological differences between men and women.

"Dxsinx=cosx, cosx=-sinx, tanx=sec2x"

When several particles interact with each other, their individual properties become integrated into the overall properties, making it impossible to describe the properties of the individual particles individually.

Seeing that Dudley showed no sign of stopping, the Sorting Hat sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I won't look."

A sea of ​​chaotic knowledge nearly swallowed its consciousness.

It swore that this was the first time in a thousand years it had ever seen such a young wizard.

Where did you learn all this from?

By this time, quite some time had passed since Dudley put on the Sorting Hat. Although most people's attention was on Harry, as time went on, people began to notice Dudley's unusual behavior; he had been wearing the Sorting Hat for a long time.

It lasted longer than Harry wore it.

"Perhaps you heard a lot of bad things about this place when you came here, but sometimes what you hear from others is not necessarily the truth. A thousand years can change many things. I hope you can see through the phenomena to the essence."

The Sorting Hat suddenly screamed.

"Then... Slytherin!"

Almost the instant the Sorting Hat uttered the command, Dudley heard the system notification in his ear.

"Mission complete. Enter Slytherin House. Mission reward: Data Eye LV0."

Before Dudley could even check his reward, the Sorting Hat's voice rang out again.

"Salazar's consciousness hopes you can clean up that place properly. Slytherin is a complete mess right now, like a cesspool."

The Sorting Hat's words caused Dudley's expression to change for the first time.

Salazar, full name Salazar Slytherin, was the founder of Slytherin House at Hogwarts.

Slytherin wants me to reorganize the house he founded? At first glance, it seems absurd, but upon closer inspection, it makes perfect sense. The Sorting Hat was created under the influence of the four founders of Hogwarts. After all, they have magical artifacts like the Sorting Hat that can communicate with the dead, so it's not surprising that there's a hat with the consciousness of the four founders.

It's not scientific, but it's magical.

"That"

A bold idea flashed into Dali's mind.

Before he could even begin to implement it, he heard the Sorting Hat shout, "Hey, I'm just a hat, an ordinary magic hat, possessing only their thoughts at the time, not their knowledge."

"What a pity," Dudley said with a look of regret.

He suddenly remembered something: Slytherin seemed to have parted ways with Gryffindor because of the issue of student admissions. He opposed Muggle wizards attending Hogwarts, and Dudley himself was a Muggle wizard in the strict sense.

A young wizard from the Muggle world whose parents were not wizards, suddenly awakens his wizarding talent.

"Slytherin is Slytherin, and I am me. I possess his consciousness, but I am not Slytherin."

That makes a lot of sense; it's really magical.

"Go to the Slytherin table now, immediately!"

A large hand descended from the sky, removing the Sorting Hat from Dudley's head and interrupting their conversation. The middle-aged man with black hair, a black robe, and a black face spoke coldly to Dudley.

It is worth noting that the man had greasy, shoulder-length black hair.

Dudley had been sitting on the stool for so long that the Slytherin headmaster could no longer bear to watch.

Snape tugged at Dudley, but found that he didn't budge.

His lips moved slightly, about to say "release venom," but he paused as if remembering something, and the words he was about to say changed to something else.

"What are you standing there for? Do I need to invite you, Mr. Dursley?"

A suppressed laugh rippled through the room, coming from the Gryffindor dining table. They were always happy when a Slytherin made a fool of themselves.

Although they were slightly puzzled that Professor Snape's insults were below par today, this thought was quickly replaced. After all, it was Snape, who was known for protecting his own house.

Logically, when freshmen are assigned to their respective houses, even if they aren't showered with attention like Harry, they should at least receive some applause. However, when Dudley arrived at Slytherin House, there were no cheers, not even a single word of welcome.

Even the space next to Dudley's seat was automatically vacated.

The lack of welcome and rejection was very obvious.

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(End of this chapter)