Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Sure enough, ten seconds later.

"quiet."

With the faint and old voice, all the children whispering around quieted down. It seems that someone has pressed the volume OFF button.

A thin, gray-haired old man slowly turned out from behind the burning hall. He was wearing a bronze robe, his hands behind him, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

This is an unknown teacher at the school.

Hoffa’s breathing was a bit depressed, and I don’t know why. At the moment he saw this old man, he felt that Hogwarts now might be much stricter than 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the freshman with his hands on his back: "You will learn a lot at Hogwarts, but first of all, what you have to learn is not magic, but discipline."

Where the old man's eyes swept across, the new students lowered their heads without exception.

"The sorting ceremony will begin soon. Which college is assigned to, which college is indisputable. Follow me."

The old man finished speaking very concisely, without explaining to them more.

With one hand behind him, he turned to the hall, walking rather aggressively.

A group of freshmen, led by the old man, passed through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, and the walls burned with blazing flames every ten meters.

Several students around whispered.

"Is that the vice-principal Adebe?"

"...So fierce, even fierce than the legend."

"Shhh!!"

As soon as they said a few words, someone hurriedly told them to shut up. They looked terrified and even shivered.

Adbe Gosak, it turned out to be him.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda, whose face was calm.

In that case, is this old man her grandfather? He seems to be really strict.

While thinking, Hoffa looked at the surroundings. There are no ghosts walking around here. Only the footsteps of new students were quiet, and the oil painting eyes on the wall slowly moved with them, but most of them didn't say a word.

Across the corridor, a group of freshmen came to the Hogwarts auditorium.

The solemn and dim auditorium is covered with a blue carpet on the floor.

The surrounding voices were a little louder, but they were talking very restrained and quietly. Not at all like on the train, talking and laughing freely.

There is no romance as written in later generations, there are no hundreds of burning candles, and no prefects to warmly welcome.

The lighting here is provided by the brazier.

There are braziers on the surrounding walls. Every time a new student walks, the brazier lights up and the hall becomes brighter.

Above the ceiling dome, thousands of bright stars slowly rotate in the darkness.

Like ancient and obscure astrology, unpredictable, serious and rigid.

Hoffa looked at the classroom seats in the crowd. In the middle of the classroom seats was an old man with white beard. He had dark eyes, thin body and half-bald hair.

Armando Dippet, the current principal of Hogwarts.

One glance at Hoffa confirmed that this guy was not a principal like Dumbledore at all.

There is no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.

It is said that once the emperor and the courtier, no wonder the whole school is filled with a breath of rules and order.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore. At the moment he was sitting on the left side of the faculty bench, talking in a low voice with a fat dark-haired man next to him.

Hoffa saw the fat man and immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Dean of Slytherin College.

The man who taught Voldemort the secret of soul splitting, more than fifty years later, he returned to the same position.

Walking to the statue of a giant eagle in front of the staff seat, the vice-principal Adbe Gorshak turned around. Beside him is a blue padded high stool.

There was a gray and wrinkled hat on the stool.

"In a row."

Serious Professor Gorschak said coldly.

His voice was flat, but all the freshmen immediately followed the order and stood in a row.

Professor Gorsak took out a long roll of parchment from his cuff.

"If you hear the name, come up and wear a sorting hat."

"Icaran Mitte......"

A boy trot over, clasped his hat on his head hurriedly, and the sorting hat immediately shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

A faint applause sounded from a table on the left hand side. When these people clapped, they were quite restrained. Not as intense as described in later books.

"Alphad Black." Goshak continued to announce his name.

The surname Hoffa is very familiar.

Black.

Is a member of Sirius's family.

He looked up and saw that a cold-faced boy in a black robe separated from the crowd and sat on a high stool.

The Sorting Hat hesitated on his head for a long time, then assigned him to Slytherin. This Black frowned, as if he was still a little unhappy.

Hoffa watched the boy who was his age walk by, wondering what the relationship between this person and the future Sirius Black was.

Not long after Alphad left, Hoffa heard another familiar name.

"Eileen Prince."

Prince? Irene Prince?

The half-blood prince Snape, the fuck?

Hoffa immediately raised his head.

It was a black-haired girl with pale appearance, greasy hair, freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She trot a little nervously before the sorting hat, which quickly assigned her to Slytherin.

Hoffa thought to himself that today he has long eyes, and these people here are all the ancestors of celebrities in the future! He even wondered if he could become Snape's father if he soaked that Irene Prince just now...

Hoffa shook his head quickly. He felt that it was not good to think about this kind of ghost in such a serious auditorium.

Besides, Irene is not pretty...

The sorting hat is sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow.

Fast people will be fine in a few seconds.

Some people waited slowly for up to a minute. During this time, everyone in the hall also waited silently without making any noise.

The crowd came forward one by one, of course, except for the surnames of some later generations. It is difficult for Hoffa to hear familiar people in this sorting ceremony.

Suddenly, as Goshak yelled: "Aglea S. De La Cess.

A blue-eyed silver-haired girl walked out of the crowd and sat on a high stool blankly.

Hoffa stared.

It turned out that her name was Aglaia S. De La Cess. What a stinky long name.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched her silver hair, he yelled, "Ravenclaw."

Damn it, Hoffa shook his head secretly, but it was a pity that he was not a sorting hat, otherwise he would definitely assign the goods to Slytherin.

Aglaia put down the sorting hat, walked down the steps, and gave him a mocking smile as he passed by Hoffa. As if mocking his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought that if he were Harry Potter, this guy would definitely be a character like Malfoy...

"Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

A name from the vice-principal interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He raised his head, wanting to witness this historic moment.

The radiantly long Tom separated the crowd and walked slowly to the sorting hat. He seemed calm, but Hoffa keenly observed that his hands were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were violent. Obviously, I was very excited.

Only one second.

Sorting hat: "Slytherin!"

Applause broke out from the right-most table, three points more eagerly than the applause of the others. In this serious atmosphere, this is already very difficult.

In less than an afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

The boy put down the sorting hat, Hoffa actually saw a little relief on his face.

It's strange that Voldemort also had this sentiment.

After a dozen more people left, Vice Principal Gorshak finally gave out his name blankly.

"Hoffa Bach."

Miranda pushed Hoffa a little, and Hoffa walked out of the crowd.

Nobody else reacted. For them, this was just a common name.

But one person's eyes widened.

Aglaia, who was sitting at the corner of Ravenclaw's table, was still expressionless and lacking in interest.

But when she saw Hoffa coming out, she was a little puzzled.

Then her face was ashen, a humiliated anger hit her forehead, and she knocked on the table with a punch, causing the Ravenclaws beside her to look sideways.

"Asshole..."

Aglaia gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. Only then did she know that this boy was not Miller Gorschak at all. It's called Hoffa Bach.

In her opinion, the Bach's ignorance of her on the train was the biggest insult to her.

Of course Hoffa didn't know that his actions on the train had offended a Ravenclaw. He sat on the high stool and put on his hat a little nervously.

It sounds casual, but at this moment, he can't help but be nervous.

As soon as he put on his hat, the Sorting Hat sighed in his ear.

"Difficult.... So difficult... It's been a long time since I saw such a difficult student. Brave, yes. The heart is not bad, but also very smart, and naturally there is no lack of ambition. Each college is suitable for you."

Hoffa was speechless, this is a change of way to call me as having no characteristics, everyone.

Time goes by every minute, longer than anyone can delay. After three full minutes, Hoffa was still sitting on the stool.

Professor Gorshak, who was standing aside, glanced at Hoffa more.

The Sorting Hat kept muttering in Hoffar.

"...First exclude Hufflepuff, you are not suitable there...Secondly, I want to exclude Slytherin. Although you have ambitions, you are not enough, not enough for Slytherin standards. "

Hoffa's breathing was a little short.

Sorting Hat: "Then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are left. Well, let me think about it..."

Hoffa was a little nervous, Ravenclaw, if it was normal, but since meeting the silver-haired girl, he really didn't want to stay in an academy with that kind of person.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He thought that when Harry Potter was wearing the Sorting Hat, it was difficult to choose the hat, about Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end Harry Potter made his own choice and chose Glan. Fendor.

So Hoffa also learned something, and he chanted in his mind.

Not going to Ravenclaw...not going to Ravenclaw...not going to Ravenclaw...

So, the Sorting Hat shouted with a voice that shook the sky: "Ravenclaw!"