Everyone walked out of the room, walked through the foyer, passed a double door behind, and entered a super luxurious restaurant.

Students from other classes in the college were already sitting around four long tables, with thousands of candles floating in the air illuminating the restaurant.

There were shining golden plates and high-legged wine glasses on the four tables, and there was another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which was the seats for teachers.

Dumbledore sat in the middle, wearing a luxurious dark blue robe with many xx and oo embroidered on it, and the wizard temperament was outstanding.

Apart from the long flowing silver-white hair and a very delicately trimmed beard, the long hooked nose that seems to have been broken several times.

He wore a pair of half-moon glasses, and behind them were two bright blue eyes, which were extremely penetrating, as if he was taking an X-ray.

There is a vacant seat next to Dumbledore, which should be left for Professor McGonagall. Next to it is a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and a sallow skin.

William quickly took the role. After all, in the description of the twin brothers, the professors all have... characteristics.

In other words, strange shapes, crooked melons and cracked dates, uneven...

So, this must be the old bat in their mouths, Professor Snape, a greasy middle-aged man.

William shook his head. The two of them spoke too much, and the words were really...accurate, exquisite, and connotated.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students to the center of the hall and asked them to line up against all the senior students in a row with teachers behind them.

The candlelight swayed, hundreds of faces staring at their faces, like pale lanterns. The ghosts were also mixed among the students, shining with hazy silver lights.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and then carried a pointed wizard hat and placed it on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty, and never seemed to have been washed.

William felt that the hat should not be placed on a stool, but in a pool filled with stand-alone dishwashing detergent.

Could it be that the branch test is about who can clean the hat at the fastest speed?

Suddenly, the hat twisted, as if it was shaking and dancing shoulders.

A wide slit was cracked in the edge of the hat, like a mouth hat began to sing with some strange melody:

"You may think I'm handsome, but don't try to fall in love with me. It will hurt you, but I won't feel guilty. Who makes me a charming and cute branch hat."

William felt that Professor McGonagall's lips were pursed tighter, and she would probably take out her wand at any time and give the division hat a silent spell.

But William was disappointed, Professor McGonagall gasped for a few times, and his face calmed down again.

William suspected that she had used a rodless man, casting spells silently, and casting ear plugs on herself.

The branch hat is still creating terrifying noise:

“Gryffindor, there is the courage buried in the heart;

Ravenclaw, there is innate agility and wisdom;

Hufflepuff, where there is eternal loyalty and kindness;

Slytherin, there are ambitions and pursuits imprinted in the heart.

Hogwarts, the common home of the four academies!”

The frequency of the branch hat twisting is getting faster and faster, just like a rock boy who is addicted to music and is so excited that he can't extricate himself, but in fact he is just a square dance aunt.

William was still a little grateful. Fortunately, the Hat House didn’t know hip-hop, otherwise he wouldn’t have a rustic rap song.

After ten minutes, the branch hat finally completed its annual epoch-making concert. After singing the song, the audience applauded thunderously.

The Weasley brothers even stood in the chair to cheer, and almost rushed over to ask for their autograph.

The branch hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stopped moving, but his mouth was still opening and closing, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

Looking at the mouth, a bold thought suddenly flashed through William's mind.

Professor McGonagall walked a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever I call my name now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the branch office," she said.

"Atur!"

A boy with dark hair immediately walked up.

The hat screamed almost as soon as it touched his head: "Slytherin!"

The boy was very satisfied. He bowed slightly to the Slytherin's dining table, and there was also thunderous applause.

"Katie Bell!"

A little girl with a rosy face and messy long blonde hair hurriedly walked out of the queue and put on a hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down and paused for a moment...

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

The farthest dining table on the left immediately burst into cheers, and the twin brothers took out a loud sound from somewhere, making a huge noise.

Percy glared at them fiercely, but his cheers were quite loud.

"Gaven Campbell!"

A boy with curly hair rushed up hurriedly.

"Hufflepuff!"

The people on the right side applauded and cheered Jiawen, welcomed him to sit at their table, and the fat monk ghost waved to him happily.

Autumn will soon come.

Qiu slowly walked to the branch hat, and she put on her hat. But this time the hat hesitated for a long time before a sound came from: "Ravenclaw!"

"Oh, no!" Cedric covered his face, in great pain. He did not expect that the beginning of the second grade would be so dark.

Qiu sat down next to Marietta Aikemo, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw.

"William Stark!" Professor McGonagall read.

William walked calmly to the branch hat. The hat was dirty and old than he thought. The hat had been pilled and there were a lot of patches around it.

The most outrageous thing is that there are spider webs on half of the side, and a little spider is staring at William.

Fortunately, it wasn't a cockroach, otherwise William would have to worry about the hygiene situation in Hogwarts.

He picked up his hat, shook the dust on it, and covered his head with disgust.

"Hey, boy, what's your attitude?" A subtle voice came from William's ear.

"Don't deny it." The voice of the branch hat was sharper, "I can see through what you are thinking!"

"Well, let me come to Kang Kang, your little head and decide which college you go to..."

William scratched his dark brown hair. He really felt a little itchy on his scalp, and this discomfort quickly spread throughout his body.

The branch hat seemed to be greatly insulted. Its self-esteem was overwhelmed and raised its voice again: "Forever! Never think about me with such dirty thoughts!

I have a cleanliness obsessiveness! Which hat you have ever seen? I have taken a shower thousands of times!"

For a hat, taking a shower thousands of times is indeed not a small amount, but you have been there for at least a thousand years. On average, it only takes one more time to wash it once a year?!

The Sorting Hat obviously knew what William was thinking, it hummed and changed the topic of chicken feet and duck feet.

Dumbledore coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to hurry up.

Even if he is not hungry, how can those cute students not be hungry?!

I'm the separator of the class hat

Sorting House Hat: Dear Wizards, as long as you vote for recommendation, I can assign you to the academy you want to go to.
Chapter completed!