I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 438 The Sorting Hat: Another one?

When we got off the bus, everyone looked rather grim.

Geminis are the calmest, probably because they've done it many times before.

Of the others, Koyatl reacted the most; if it weren't for the need to maintain her image, Irving speculated that she would have already been retching on the ground.

It seems that Quetzalcoatl's departure from her soul still had some effect on her body; it must have felt like having one's stamina bar reduced by half.

Hermione was also quite uncomfortable, but it seemed that her normal routine and physical training during this period had been very effective; she was just a little pale.

As for Irving himself—his superhuman body has no idea what motion sickness is.

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When the group returned to Hogwarts, they were immediately greeted with cheers from the young wizards, who seemed to have won a great victory.

But amidst the joy, there was also a touch of sadness.

Owen was able to heal the few young wizards who were briefly parasitized by the Imposter, but Theodore Nott was truly dead.

Someone died at the school!

Although the person appeared alive and well to everyone, they knew that someone had indeed died.

Although the young wizards were already used to seeing cold corpses as early as the third grade.

But those are bad people, vampires, werewolves, and dark wizards.

Theodore Nott did have a bad relationship with most of the young wizards, as his family were all Death Eaters, but they were classmates who had spent several years together.

The feeling of disappointment may last for several weeks.

The changes in the outside world are even greater.

Barty Crouch ultimately failed to retain his position.

Because of Umbridge's involvement, he was accused of conducting a truth serum trial. It turned out that he was not involved in this heinous and evil plan, but it did expose his discord with Dumbledore and his repeated orders for Umbridge to deliberately cause trouble for Dumbledore in an attempt to drive him out of England.

This caused quite a political uproar in Wisengamo.

This matter is neither a big deal nor a small one.

It's normal for politicians to try to get rid of Dumbledore; his predecessors had this tendency.

But after Umbridge's evil plans were exposed, his orders were shrouded in a layer of implications, instructions, and the identity of a behind-the-scenes manipulator.

At this time, public opinion is raging, making it easy for people to lose their correct value judgments.

Sure enough—on Easter, at the Wizengamor trial presided over by the new Minister of Magic—former Director of Magical Law Enforcement Rufus Scrimgeour—Barty Crouch was found guilty.

He was sentenced to 50 years in prison for dereliction of duty and disrupting public safety in the wizarding community.

As for Umbridge—she was sentenced to death outright. Given that the Dementors of Azkaban had escaped and the Dementor's Kiss was no longer possible, she would be very fortunate to become the first criminal in hundreds of years to be executed by a wizard.

As for all the laws enacted during Umbridge's tenure, they were all repealed overnight, and all the expelled students were invited back to school, while Dumbledore...

No one wanted to bear Dumbledore's wrath.

The school's board of directors remained silent.

Are they supposed to tell Dumbledore that they recently removed you from your position as headmaster and then chose Umbridge, which led to her killing a junior wizard at the school?

Good heavens—just thinking about those words is enough to enrage the greatest white wizard.

Finally—it was the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, who personally went to America; I wonder what he said to Dumbledore.

In short, the second day of the Easter holiday.

The young wizards saw their beloved headmaster at the school.

Many people even shed tears as if they were in another world, wishing they could rush into Dumbledore's arms.

The old headmaster calmly embraced them.

No one knew what kind of anger was hidden behind his crescent-shaped glasses.

However, before that, the most urgent matter is the Koyatel branch.

On the evening after the Easter holidays ended.

Before dinner, Professor McGonagall specially took the Sorting Hat from the Principal's office.

In front of the faculty and staff's round desk, there is a four-legged stool.

Koyatl followed Dumbledore in through a side door next to the main seating area.

Since everyone already knew she had come to Hogwarts, no one showed any surprise.

"Did she dye her hair?"

The holiday ended, and Justin, who had been fired, returned.

“No—she’s always had black hair,” Owen said, his gaze lingering on the Ravenclaw bench.

He felt relieved when he saw Luna whispering something to Qiu Zhang.

The other person seemed to have noticed him as well.

Luna looked up and gave him a lovely smile.

Irving responded with a smile.

"So she used to dye her hair? To be honest, silver hair looks much cooler." Justin's gaze involuntarily fell behind Irving.

"What for?" Owen glanced at him. "Do you think I want to?"

"So what kind of magical accident caused your hair to become like this?" he said enviously. "I want to dye my hair blonde, is that possible?"

"Want to dye it red?" Irving raised his fist. "I'll smash your head in!"

"Alright, stop arguing." Hannah smiled, stopping the boys' pointless teasing. "Sorting is about to begin."

"I really wonder which college she'll be assigned to?"

"It's definitely Slytherin, no doubt about it!" Owen said confidently.

"Slytherin?" Hannah frowned. "That's unfortunate!"

Meanwhile, the Sorting Ceremony, which was meant for only one person, had already begun.

Koyatl sat on a four-legged stool.

Professor McGonagall placed the tattered Sorting Hat on her head.

The auditorium fell silent instantly.

Everyone was curious about which college she would be assigned to.

"Hmm—another brilliant mind." The Sorting Hat grinned. "Has the prodigal son returned home?"

Koyatl was very curious about the Sorting Hat on his head.

She had heard Hermione and the others say that this was a magical artifact formed by the fusion of the wills of the four founders, and that it was very ancient.

Such magical items are rare in Iphamoni.

"Difficult, very difficult. You can tell he's courageous, responsible, not ambitious, and not a bad person."

The little witch was somewhat surprised; could this hat really read her mind?

Yes, she really doesn't have any ambition—although she looks incredibly powerful, that ambition isn't directly related to her. She used to just want to get rid of the Outer Gods, and now she just wants to be free.

As for ruling the wizarding world like her other Salazar Slytherin blood relative, she never had that idea in the first place.

"A Slytherin blood relative," the Sorting Hat sobbed. "Well—yes, it would be a surprise to everyone if you, a descendant of Salazar, didn't end up in his house."

"I don't want to go there," Koyatl said directly.

"I didn't choose my bloodline; I just want a simple life."

"Not Slytherin?" the Sorting Hat asked, slightly surprised. "You should know that it's there that you can truly unleash your talents."

“I’m only staying at Hogwarts for a year. Unleashing my talents? I think I’ve done enough,” Koyatl said. “Are you surprised by my choice?”

Hmm—I've heard that you are a fusion of the wills of the four founders. Does Salazar Slytherin's consciousness still reside within you? Is he intimidating you now? Are you under his control?

The Sorting Hat fell silent for a moment.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing to the side, suddenly glanced at the boy in a certain direction, who was impatiently waiting for dinner, her lips twitching.

This kind of question—I feel like I've heard something similar before.

"I am who I am!" the Sorting Hat said angrily. "You're the second wizard to ask such a question!"

"Really? Then what's the first one?"

"Hmph! Fine—since you can't make up your mind and don't want to go to Slytherin, then fine! In view of the philosophies of the four founders, you'd better go!"

Hufflepuff!!!

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Now it wasn't just the young wizards who were making a fuss.

Even Dumbledore, sitting at the faculty and staff round table, looked at the girl in front of him with considerable surprise.

He had considered that the other person might be sorted into Slytherin because of their bloodline.

I also thought that the other person might be sorted into Gryffindor because of their courage.

I also thought she would be sorted into Ravenclaw because of her intelligence, which far surpasses that of other junior wizards.

But he never imagined that Koyatl would be assigned to Hufflepuff.

However, as the principal, he remained calm and was the first to applaud.

Then, at the Hufflepuff table, the young wizards belatedly began to clap.

Although they were so surprised that their mouths could fit an egg, just like when Irving was assigned to Hufflepuff.

But reality is like that, it has no logic.

—It's because they themselves can't figure out the logic behind it.

On the Gryffindor bench, Hermione, Harry, and Ron were also filled with surprise.

Did the Sorting Hat finally break?

Professor McGonagall removed the Sorting Hat from the Koyat's head, then looked at Professor Sprout with a hint of sympathy.

The other party was still in shock.

Seeing this, she felt a surge of relief.

Thankfully it wasn't her college.

Koyatl stood up and walked quite naturally to the long table in Hufflepuff.

As prefect, Cedric welcomed her to the family on behalf of Hufflepuff.

As for Irving—he was still frowning in confusion—why couldn't they eat and chat at the same time!

Why are they just sitting there like that?

what--

Damn it! @#￥

The branch campus project has finally come to an end.

Behind the faculty desk, Dumbledore waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and stood up.

He looked at everyone with gentle eyes.

"Welcome—" he said, "welcome to our friends from the Iphamoni Magic Academy."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically again.

All the professors, including Dumbledore, applauded.

After a short while, the applause ended, and the auditorium returned to silence.

Dumbledore continued, "Over the past six months, Hogwarts has faced unprecedented challenges."

"We have lost a lot because of this, even our classmates and friends with whom we spend every day."

"Our auditorium is a bit empty."

Dumbledore's voice was very gentle.

But the atmosphere in the auditorium felt as if it had fallen from early spring into late autumn, and everyone involuntarily lowered their heads.

Including Theodore Nott, Hogwarts lost as many as five or six young wizards.

The castle has lost them forever.

"I bear some responsibility for this. It is my dereliction of duty," Dumbledore said sadly. "I am ashamed of it."

At this moment, this legendary greatest wizard swayed slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Perhaps it was just their imagination, but they actually saw tears welling up in the principal's eyes, streaming down his aged face and dripping onto the dining table.

In that instant—the young wizards felt as if their hearts had been struck a heavy blow, experiencing unbearable pain.

No one ever imagined how heavy the responsibility was on the shoulders of that man who was over a hundred years old.

Everyone relied on him blindly, without realizing that the big tree had reached its limit of bearing weight.

At that moment—Professor McGonagall stood up and suddenly began to applaud.

Immediately afterward—the news spread like wildfire, and everyone in the auditorium stood up and applauded.

The thunderous sound, mixed with shouts of support for the old man, continued for a long time in the auditorium.

A few minutes later.

The applause gradually faded away.

"Thank you!" said Dumbledore.

"The world is becoming increasingly chaotic. Many times, many things have been beyond my expectations, such as what happened in the castle before."

I hope you can be more united, share the same goal, and open your hearts. Given the existence of those disguised evil monsters in the magical world, only by demonstrating an even stronger bond of friendship and trust can we fight them to the end.

His voice was deafening.

After his eyes, now calm, swept over the room, he continued, "The turmoil of the past few months must end."

The positions of student council president and prefectural head will be reinstated as usual, and the banned Quidditch matches will continue.

"In addition—" Dumbledore paused, "I have invited one of your former professors to return to the classroom for the course on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Hmm—he should have arrived yesterday, but he was probably delayed a bit by work."

As he spoke, the auditorium doors were suddenly pushed open.

It's Filch and his cat.

Of course, everyone's attention was mainly focused on what was behind Filch.

"Oh my god! It's Professor Lupin!" Harry exclaimed with delight.

The other young wizards in Gryffindor immediately started clapping again.

Next came the other colleges.

Unlike when he first entered Hogwarts, he was destitute.

Although Professor Lu Ping looked tired, his robes were clean and in good condition.

His hair was trimmed, and he had a big smile on his face as he waved and walked past the Gryffindor table.

"I am very grateful to Professor Luping for agreeing to take over this troublesome job."

"Thank you!" Lupin approached the main table, seemingly surprised by the enthusiasm of the young wizards at Hogwarts.

"Alright," Dumbledore waved his hand, "now enjoy your dinner!"

The next second, countless delicacies appeared on the long table.

There are many varieties, and even dishes from other countries.

The meal was quite varied and complex.

It contains both aspirations for the future and nostalgia for the past.

Life is unpredictable; who could have imagined what would happen!

After dinner, Cedric led the Hufflepuffs back to the lounge.

When Owen tried to leave, Professor Sprout stopped him.

She knows nothing about Koyatl.

They sought him out to inquire about the background of this little witch.

"Her?" Owen raised an eyebrow. "She is a descendant of Slytherin, a descendant of the founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her body is also burdened with a god."

Owen was unaware that Professor Sprout was stunned when he revealed the first part of Koyat's background.

"She...she...a descendant of Salazar?" The professor suddenly felt he needed to talk to Professor Snape and the Sorting Hat.

"But why—why is she in Hufflepuff?"

"Professor, when did you become so sure that bloodline is the ultimate criterion for everything?" Owen said. "What's wrong with Salazar's descendants? Sorting is based on personal character, not bloodline."

Although I was also puzzled as to why she was assigned to Hufflepuff.

"Yes—you're right." Professor Sprout nodded, momentarily stunned.

"In short, she was a girl who lacked love. She was an orphan with a tragic childhood, a tragic adolescence, and a tragic youth."

It stopped being so miserable a few months ago.

You just need to pay a little attention to her.

"I see—" The professor's expression changed. "I understand."

"Alright, you should go back now! I bet Hannah and the others have a lot to say to you."

"I think so too." Owen smiled and then ran off.

In Hufflepuff's common room.

Many young wizards are keeping their distance from Koyatl, as they are all unable to fully accept their former "enemy" in the short term.

Although everyone at Hogwarts knew that she had saved Ron.

Of those present, only Cedric was awkwardly chatting with him in a lukewarm manner.

There was no other way; he was the wizard most familiar with the other party.

He only felt relieved when he heard the sound of an oak barrel rolling and then Irving walked in.

"How is it! Not bad, right?" Owen walked over with light steps and sat down next to Hannah.

"Our Hufflepuff common room is the best in all of Hogwarts. It's far better than Slytherin's underground ice cellar. Be glad you didn't end up in Slytherin!"

"Hmm—it's pretty good," Koyatl said indifferently.

However, the warmth around her and the magical plants that seemed to be singing softly in her ears did indeed help her relax.

She had never seen a room so full of life.

"But don't waste your status. There's a secret chamber in Hogwarts, um—the one from the second match of the Tournament—that's Slytherin's secret chamber. You can go in and look for the hidden compartments left by your ancestors or something. You might find some treasure."

"Remember to use Parseltongue."

"Not interested," the girl said. "There are many wizards who can speak Parseltongue. As far as I know, Dumbledore can speak Parseltongue. If there really was something in that Chamber of Secrets, it would have been taken long ago."

(End of this chapter)