Actually, during the summer, right after he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Wayne was a little apprehensive about the Sorting Hat.
He had too many secrets: his cheat codes, his identity as a time traveler, and his knowledge of the plot.
Each of these was a shocking secret.
Once someone knew, they would probably want to dissect him and study him.
But as he learned and mastered magic, and analyzed things further.
Wayne realized that the Sorting Hat wasn't as scary as he had imagined.
The hat held the wisdom of the four founders, and it had the ability to send young witches and wizards to the most suitable house for them.
But this did not mean the Sorting Hat could see into someone's memory.
It could only see some of the most superficial thoughts, similar to Legilimency, it could also perceive the strengths in young witches and wizards, to distinguish the schools for them.
Therefore, Wayne simply trained in mind transfer several times and stopped worrying.
Instead, Dumbledore was the one who needed to be more careful.
If one day, he made eye contact with the old honey bee, and was thinking about the plot or the system, it would be a huge problem.
"You actually don't have any nervous feelings at all?"
The scene shifts back to the Sorting Ceremony, the Sorting Hat and Wayne are exchanging thoughts.
In the past thousand years, the Sorting Hat had seen all sorts of young witches and wizards, but very few were as relaxed as Wayne.
"Why should I be nervous?" Wayne asked back: "It's just these four houses, could you expel me?"
"Of course not, kid."
The Sorting Hat responded happily: "But I can yell out Azkaban, I think that should be pretty effective."
"I once heard Dumbledore complain that Azkaban had become Hogwarts's advanced class, your talent is so good, going there wouldn't be a problem."
Wayne was still calm: "That's the Ministry of Magic's turf, you don't have the power to do that."
Of course, if he had SS-level Dark Arts talent, he might panic for a few seconds.
But now?
A+ Dark Arts talent is definitely not bad, but it depends on what you compare it to.
With all his SS-level talents, in Dark Arts, Wayne was now considered quite dull.
"Humph."
Seeing that he wasn't scaring Wayne, the Sorting Hat snorted lightly and began to fulfill its duty, chattering in Wayne's mind.
"Brilliant talent, this comfortable feeling reminds me of Dumbledore in his younger days, how about Gryffindor?"
"Huh? You don't like Gryffindor?"
"Hey kid, be polite to my founder's house, although I don't like those little lions either, they always want to give me a bath."
"Then Slytherin, there's no doubt that you can reach the peak there, but your ambition... Merlin's bitter tea seeds, how could your ambition be like this."
"If I were to sort you into Slytherin, I would be hated by Slytherin."
Wayne's face flushed red for the first time.
His ambition... cough cough, let's not mention it.
To strengthen the Lawrence family, we are duty-bound!
"Then Ravenclaw, a clever little head is very welcome in Ravenclaw, and you can also achieve your ambition by the way, Ravenclaw has the most girls..."
Wayne couldn't help it: "Old Hat, why don't you mention Hufflepuff?"
The Sorting Hat was silent.
Perhaps because of Wayne's novel address, but more likely because... he was amazed by Wayne's lack of self-awareness.
"No..." The Sorting Hat asked, a little confused: "Where do you see that you have the qualities required for Hufflepuff?"
"What do you mean by that?" Wayne was unhappy, what am I missing?
"Loyalty?"
"My little brothers are all very loyal to me, no one dared to betray me in elementary school."
Sorting Hat: "....."
Is that how you understand it?
"Kindness?"
"I don't even bother to step on an ant by the roadside."
"Perseverance?"
"I'm always SP." Wayne answered this last one with absolute certainty.
Sorting Hat: "....."
"Do you really want to go to Hufflepuff?" The Sorting Hat was completely confused, he felt that everything Wayne said made sense, but it also had a lot of problems.
Fortunately, the young witch or wizard's own wishes also play a big part in the sorting, so he asked again.
"Confirmed, hurry up, I'll bring you a set of Muggle hat and clothing maintenance tools when I have time."
"Deal." The Sorting Hat was interested.
A dirty deal was made, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Hufflepuff!"
The dust settled, the whole hall thundered with applause, sincerely offering blessings.
Except for Hermione, the little witch was a little disappointed, she actually hoped Wayne would go to Ravenclaw, so she would have someone to accompany her in class.
That's too long!
For fifteen minutes straight, Hogwarts had another Hatstall (a student who takes more than five minutes for the Sorting Hat to make a decision).
The entire faculty and student body remembered the name Wayne Lawrence.
Looking back on history, only two other Hatstalls had appeared in this century besides Wayne.
One was Peter Pettigrew, a deceased Order of Merlin, First Class winner.
The other, was Professor McGonagall, standing next to Wayne.
Watching Wayne, who had taken off the hat, nodded at her, and ran to the Hufflepuff table.
She had considered several outcomes, Wayne might go to Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, even Slytherin.
But she never expected it to be Hufflepuff.
She called out the next student's name, and glanced at the Sorting Hat inconspicuously.
Had the hat worked too long and lost its mind?
"Over here!"
Cedric enthusiastically stood up and waved, his classmates made room for Wayne, and only after he sat down did Cedric whisper: "You're really amazing, it actually took you fifteen minutes, I was about to go crazy."
Wayne looked at Cedric rubbing his stomach in horror.
"I'm already starving, you guys took so long this year."
Oh, that's what he meant.
He was startled.
"How long did it take you?"
"Me? It took three seconds, fast or not?"
"Too fast." Wayne gave a thumbs up, Cedric was beaming.
The students who followed went smoothly until Harry Potter appeared, and the hall buzzed again.
When he was sorted into Gryffindor, the twins and several of their classmates almost overturned the table.