The boomerang thrown out finally hit itself.
McGonagall couldn't imagine that the near-incident of the first ever freshman dropout in Hogwarts history was caused by two "sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks" of their house.
"What on earth is going on?"
Ignoring the Sorting Ceremony, McGonagall squeezed through a path and came to Wayne's side, asking sternly.
She had to understand the ins and outs of the matter before deciding whether to give the twins
a week's detention or a month's detention.
Wayne repeated it again, without embellishment, he was just such a straightforward person.
After he finished speaking, it was Professor McGonagall's turn to be caught in a dilemma.
If you were to say it was excessive, the twins and Cedric were just following tradition, at most they were just a little more detailed in their description.
There was nothing wrong with it.
But if she were to let the twins off the hook without doing anything.
McGonagall felt extremely uncomfortable.
This almost scared away several freshmen, it was absolutely unforgivable.
"Alright, I can assure you that the Sorting Ceremony is absolutely safe, everyone don't worry."
"Now form two lines and stay quiet and follow me."
The twins' matter could be put on hold, and it wasn't too late to deal with it after the Sorting was done.
Although McGonagall had made her guarantee, most of the freshmen were still extremely nervous, numbly following behind her.
Hermione hadn't recovered yet, to ensure she didn't trip, Wayne could only hold the little witch's smooth hand, as if pulling a doll forward.
A group of people walked out of the room, through the hall, past another large door, and finally entered the main hall of Hogwarts.
The hall was magnificent, with thousands of candles floating in the air, not at all environmentally friendly, but they illuminated the place as bright as day.
Four long tables were placed side by side, on a slightly higher platform, was a guest table, which was currently vacant except for one seat.
"The ceiling here is enchanted, and it looks just like the real starry sky."
The beautiful and majestic scenery made Hermione recover a little, subconsciously doing some科普 (popular science, public education)
After she finished speaking, she realized that her hand was still being held by Wayne, her little face flushed red.
Seeing that Wayne had no intention of letting go, she was even more anxious, but she was too shy to say it, so she could only let the young man do as he pleased.
Professor McGonagall placed a high stool in the middle of the platform, on which was placed a hat.
The hat could no longer tell its original color, but it certainly wasn't the current gray-brown.
After doing all this, McGonagall first glared fiercely at the twins of her own house, making them feel baffled, and then she went down the steps again, to the front of the freshmen.
Then, the hat suddenly jumped, split open a crack, like people's mouths, and sang.
The old students were used to it, but the new students found it novel.
A hat that can sing, worthy of Hogwarts, all sorts of weird things.
Wayne also listened, but quickly lost interest.
It is said that the Sorting Hat sings a different song every year, once a year, and the rest of the time this hat is thinking about lyrics.
But flop is flop, even after a year of hard thinking, the lyrics are not very good.
The singing ended, and everyone applauded in unison.
"Whoever I call, come and sit on the hat, and wait for the Sorting result," McGonagall said.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was just putting on a hat, anyone could do that.
Although the hat was so dirty, so much so that many clean-loving little witches showed disgusted looks, but compared to what Wayne had said...
This was really too easy.
"Hannah Abbott!"
A girl with pigtails ran over in a hurry.
Wayne's eyes also fell on this iron hat king.
The little girl put the hat on her head, and within moments, the Sorting Hat had decided.
"Hufflepuff!"
People on the right-hand table applauded Hannah, welcoming her arrival.
"Susan Bones!"
Susan, who had just been on the same ship with Wayne and Hermione, took over.
"Hufflepuff!"
Two students in a row were sorted into Hufflepuff, which undoubtedly made the little badgers very happy, Cedric clapped excitedly in the crowd.
Suddenly, he felt a gaze on him.
Turning his head, he saw Wayne looking at him with a smile.
Thinking of how he had tricked Wayne on the train, honest Cedric awkwardly waved to him.
Wayne didn't mind.
Laugh, laugh.
You won't be laughing soon enough.
Professor McGonagall's anger was completely ignited.
“.....”
"Terry Boot!"
"Ravenclaw."
The line was shrinking, Hermione took the opportunity to ask Wayne which house he wanted to go to.
When she heard Hufflepuff, the little witch's face was full of disbelief.
The books say that Hufflepuff is supposed to be the most "ordinary" house in Hogwarts, why would Wayne want to go there?
But time was running out, according to the alphabet, it was soon Hermione's turn.
She almost ran to the stool, hurriedly putting it on, because her head was too small, almost the whole head was stuffed in.
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, Wayne was not surprised.
There was no external influence, Hermione going to Gryffindor was normal.
Several more little witches went by.
Wayne observed that there were the fewest students sorted into Ravenclaw and Slytherin, especially Slytherin, there were only two so far.
Ravenclaw also only had four.
Hufflepuff had the most, and that was the case, other houses still had empty seats, only Hufflepuff looked very full.
"Neville Longbottom!" McGonagall shouted again.
When Neville put on the hat, the Sorting Hat took a long time to shout out Gryffindor, Neville excitedly ran with the hat, causing a burst of laughter.
He blushed and ran back to put the hat down, Wayne was sure that Neville at this moment absolutely wanted to become a 福 (Fu) and run to a place where nobody could find him.
"Wayne Lawrence!" McGonagall finally called Wayne's name.
All the freshmen looked at Wayne, the trick he had just played had scared them, Malfoy was gnashing his teeth in particular.
Quite a few senior girls were also beaming.
What a cute little witch, come into my arms, let me love you dearly, check your wand.
On the guest table, Dumbledore lifted his head, his glasses reflecting the light, and curiosity welled up in his heart.
This little genius, who can spontaneously cast the Patronus Charm just by getting a wand, which house would he be sorted into?
Under the eyes of everyone, Wayne took the hat calmly and put it on.
Soon, a voice rang out in his mind.
"Oh, what an interesting little witch..."