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Chapter 28: 28: The Great Hall and The Hat

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"Now, line up in a single file," Professor McGonagall instructed the first-year students. "Follow me."

The young wizards at the front began to move forward, with Ivan standing behind Hermione, and in front of her were Ron and Harry.

The first-years walked out of the room, through the entrance hall, and passed through a set of double doors into the magnificent Great Hall.

Inside, students from the other years were already seated at four long tables, and thousands of floating candles illuminated the room from above.

The four tables were set with gleaming golden plates and tall goblets, while another long table at the front of the hall was reserved for the teachers.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students to the front, asking them to line up facing the older students.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the hundreds of faces watching them like pale lanterns. Even the ghosts among the students glowed dimly with a silvery light.

Everyone looked up, and above them, stars twinkled on the velvety black ceiling.

"This place has been enchanted to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History," Hermione whispered to Ivan, leaning back slightly.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-years, then set a pointed wizard's hat on top of it.

The hat was patched, worn, and incredibly dirty.

Suddenly, the hat twisted and split open a wide seam, like a mouth, and began to sing:

♪"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends..."♫

When the hat finished its song, the entire hall erupted in applause.

Clap Clap Clap~~

The hat bowed to each of the four tables in turn, then became still.

"So the Sorting Ceremony is just about putting on a hat!"

Hermione said indignantly, clearly disappointed after all the preparation she'd done for the ceremony.

This sparked discontent from Harry and Ron.

Especially Ron, who was particularly annoyed with Hermione—who, as clearly noticeable as a studious student, didn't seem to understand the worries of the rest.

"But how does it determine which house we belong to?"

Hermione asked curiously. Both Harry and Ron turned to Ivan, the knowledgeable and calm one in their group. Ivan explained, "The hat is enchanted with powerful magic. The four founders of Hogwarts imbued it with their will so that it can sort students based on the qualities they valued."

"Imagine that the moment you put on the hat, the four founders are gathered around you, discussing where you should go."

For those whose blood isn't pure enough, Slytherin would express disdain.

Next would be Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, who value the courage and wisdom of the young wizard, respectively.

And for those who don't fit the other houses, the kind and accepting Hufflepuff will always open its arms to them.

Of course, this doesn't mean Hufflepuff is inferior to the other three.

Ivan believed that ambition, wisdom, and courage are all positive traits that can guide wizards toward greatness.

For children who want to "grow," Hufflepuff won't stand in the way of their aspirations.

But if you desire stability, are willing to work hard, and face life steadily, Hufflepuff will give you a warm home.

"Where did you learn all this, Ivan?"

Hermione asked. "I've never read anything like it in any of the books."

The little witch didn't doubt Ivan's words at all. After spending half a month with him, Hermione had developed a hierarchy in her mind: Ivan > professor > book > others.

"This is more like a talent," Ivan replied with a smile. "I can 'see' the magic on the hat and 'hear' the voices left behind by the four founders."

"....."

Harry and Ron both widened their eyes, clearly not expecting Ivan to possess such a skill.

"It's not that amazing. You can just think of it as me rambling."

"Tsk."

Malfoy sneered disdainfully from the front of the line.

He glanced back at the four of them with a look of jealousy. "I've never heard of such an ability. You really love showing off, don't you, Ivan Ambrosius?"

His pretentious and slightly sour tone fit the expression, 'the sky is clear, the rain has stopped, and Malfoy feels like he's superior again.'

Harry and Ron stared at Malfoy with dissatisfaction.

Both of them had a high opinion of Ivan—he was humble, knowledgeable, gentle, and steady, especially in Harry's eyes.

Ivan had stood up for him and dealt with Malfoy and his gang when they'd spoken rudely, and Harry wasn't going to let Malfoy insult someone who had been good to him!

"It's really ridiculous."

Ivan didn't care about Malfoy's sarcasm. He shrugged and said with a smile, "Then just treat it as one of my jokes. Don't worry about it."

Unlike the arrogant, peacock-like Malfoy, the other young wizards clearly admired Ivan more and were willing to believe in his words and his unique talent.

"Whoever's name I call now, put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for your sorting."

At that moment, Professor McGonagall stepped forward a few paces, holding a roll of parchment in her hand, and called out, "Hannah Abbott!"

"Hannah's always strong..." Ivan muttered quietly.

Even though she was at the back, Hannah was the first to be sorted.

The nervous little witch walked out of the group, nearly stumbling as she stepped forward, and sat on the stool, placing the hat on her head under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Hufflepuff."

Ivan whispered softly, only Hermione hearing him.

"Hufflepuff!!" the hat declared loudly.

Sure enough, the people at the table to the right burst into applause and cheers for Hannah, welcoming her to join them at their table.

"Did you see that again?" Hermione asked, saying something that Ron and Harry couldn't quite understand. Ivan smiled helplessly. "You know, Hermione, sometimes even I get a little overwhelmed by it."

"What about me? Did you see which house I'll be sorted into?"

"If I told you, there'd be no surprise, right?"

Ivan didn't answer, but just blinked at Hermione, and the little witch rolled her eyes at him in anger.

"What are you talking about?"

Harry was puzzled, and Ronald was even more stupid, not knowing whether to watch the sorting ceremony or listen to Ivan and Hermione's whispers.

"Susan Bones!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Justin Finch-Fletchley!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"....."

The sorting ceremony continued, and soon it was Hermione's turn.

The little witch gave Ivan a cute glare, then quickly ran to the stool and put the hat on her head.

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"Oh, a clever little girl, where should I sort you?"

The Sorting Hat had a certain ability in Legilimency, allowing it to see some of Hermione's surface memories, not any personal secret, but more importantly, it could perceive her essential character, heart, and will.

Sometimes, the Sorting Hat doesn't simply make the best choice.

It also gives people a chance—a chance to change.

Just like Neville, who was timid and cowardly, yet the Sorting Hat placed him in Gryffindor because it sensed that Neville didn't lack talent but rather confidence and courage.

Similarly, Hermione was brilliant, but she lacked in other areas.

For instance, Hermione didn't fully understand how to deal with people, didn't grasp the complexities of human nature, was overly focused on rules and regulations, held a superstitious belief in so-called "truth," and lacked the courage to break the rules.

And these qualities were precisely what Gryffindor nurtured.

"This is quite difficult," the Sorting Hat mused.

For a whole minute, the Sorting Hat couldn't decide. "If I put you in Ravenclaw, you'd surely thrive there."

"Ravenclaw?"

Hermione was well-acquainted with all four houses due to Ivan, but she didn't want to be placed in Hufflepuff.

Though she didn't say it aloud, deep down, she subconsciously thought that Hufflepuff was where only less capable or lazy students ended up.

As for Slytherin...

Hermione instinctively rejected the idea of going to that dark and intimidating house. She felt out of place and inferior in front of the wizarding world's nobles who often hailed from there.

"Ok! I know where you should go," the Sorting Hat said with a slight tilt of its wide mouth before shouting loudly, "Gryffindor!!"

Pah pah pah.

Professor McGonagall at the teacher's table beamed with joy when she saw Hermione sorted into Gryffindor.

Hermione walked off the stage with a smile on her face.

Though she didn't fully understand why the Sorting Hat placed her in Gryffindor, she was fine with either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Now, the little witch only hoped that Ivan would be sorted into the same house as her.

She didn't want to be separated from Ivan.

Next was Ron, who was sorted into Gryffindor just as in the original book.

Then came Malfoy, Moon, Nott, Parkinson, and the Patil twins...

"Harry Potter!"

When Harry's name was called, Ivan noticed that all the professors at the teacher's table and the young wizards in the audience turned their attention to Harry.

At that moment, Ivan focused on the white-haired, white-bearded old man sitting at the center of the teacher's table.

The most powerful living wizard in the entire Harry Potter world—Albus Dumbledore.

Just by sitting there, Ivan could "see" the immense magical power radiating from the old man.

Magic is not merely energy but a supernatural manifestation.

The invisible aura around Dumbledore seemed ordinary at first glance, but in reality, it was seamlessly integrated with everything around him.

Ivan had never encountered such a feeling of "returning to nature" in any other wizard.

"Hmm?"

Dumbledore appeared to notice Ivan's gaze and looked back at him.

The old and the young wizard locked eyes for a brief moment.

Dumbledore recognized something in Ivan.

Just as Ivan could sense Dumbledore's immense power, the old man could see the extraordinary potential in the boy.

'A naturally gifted wizard,' Dumbledore thought.

He smiled kindly. He was impressed by Ivan's talent but had no intention of doing anything more.

Some people might believe that Dumbledore, always wary of the next Voldemort, would be cautious of any ambitious and gifted young wizard.

However, Ivan didn't share that view at the moment.

His psychic vision not only allowed him to observe the magical world at a microscopic level but also gave him a sixth sense to detect others' feelings—whether they bore him goodwill or malice.

Dumbledore's kindness was genuine, pure, and free of any ulterior motives. He was simply observing an extraordinary young wizard with admiration.

However, after a while, Dumbledore's expression became somewhat... perplexed.

At first, Dumbledore showed a look of doubt, as if he were thinking, or perhaps recalling something.

Finally, as if he had confirmed his suspicions, the old man's eyes became more solemn and filled with concern.

'Has he noticed?' Ivan wondered, secretly impressed by Dumbledore's perceptiveness. The old man had sensed the power silently lurking within him.

"Gryffindor!!"

At that moment, both the old and young wizards were brought back to reality by the Sorting Hat's declaration.

Dumbledore gave Ivan an apologetic glance, then lifted his wine glass in a gesture toward Harry, silently congratulating him on being sorted into Gryffindor.

"We have Potter! We have Potter!" the Weasley twins shouted loudly, celebrating. Professor McGonagall was also smiling. She felt today was truly her lucky day.

First Hermione, then Harry.

Now, only Ivan was left, and McGonagall was eagerly anticipating completing her trio of star students to help Gryffindor dominate Hogwarts.

"Ivan Ambrosius!"

As McGonagall called Ivan's name, all eyes—Hermione's, Ron's, and the other first-years—turned to him.

The older students didn't know much about Ivan, and among the teachers, only Dumbledore and McGonagall were aware of his uniqueness.

As a result, Ivan didn't receive much attention.

He walked forward calmly and sat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall nervously placed the Sorting Hat on Ivan's head.

It was amusing, in a way, that she, the one presiding over the Sorting Ceremony, would feel so anxious about the sorting of one particular student.

'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin,' Professor McGonagall silently prayed. She really didn't want Ivan to be sorted into Slytherin.

It wasn't that McGonagall held prejudice against Slytherin, but the current atmosphere in the house was less than ideal. The older witch was worried that Ivan might be led astray by their pure-blood ideology.

However, McGonagall needn't have worried—Ivan wasn't a believer in the pure-blood doctrine.

In fact, Ivan agreed more with the phrase: for the greater good.

"Merlin's beard, what's going on with you?"

The Sorting Hat whispered in shock.

It had existed for thousands of years, yet it had never encountered such a formidable young wizard: "Are you sure you're not some old wizard over a hundred years old who took Polyjuice Potion?"

The magic in Ivan—just from the Sorting Hat touching his head—was like a vast, stormy ocean of power.

Even more troubling was that another will seemed to reside within Ivan, blocking the Sorting Hat from reading him clearly. It could only catch vague fragments of his mind.

When the hat attempted to delve deeper, that Will turned into a black storm, frightening the Sorting Hat so much that it almost leapt off Ivan's head.

"Oh? I'm sorry, Mr. Hat," Ivan said with a smile. "I really am just a young wizard."

"Alright, alright," the Sorting Hat muttered, calming itself.

It had never encountered such a situation before. "What a remarkable little one. You'll surely become a great wizard someday."


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