[HP] Noble

The transfer ceremony unfolded almost immediately at an intolerable speed, and Umbridge seemed to have made up his mind to uphold the majesty of her headmaster (although she had to use the black magic The defense office was changed to the temporary headmaster's office) When Filch pinned the worn "To All Hogwarts: Transfer Notice" on the bulletin board in the afternoon, all the students were notified that there would be an unprecedented event before dinner. transfer ceremony.

Cheers to the great, pioneering Miss Ginny Weasley.

As if Ginny didn't want to write the previous transfer application form, when it was close to dinner, the poor Miss Gryffindor (now a celebrity, and temporarily overshadowed Harry Potter) Her eyes were crying into peaches, and she explained to anyone who would listen, "I never thought of leaving Gryffindor", "I don't know what's wrong with me", but this To no avail, the transfer ceremony still had to continue.

On this snowy day with two days before the Christmas holiday, the Sorting Hat, which was only used at the beginning of school, was relocated to the high stool in the center of the auditorium.

The chattering broken hat was left there, silent for a rare moment, as if it had lost its magic.

Everyone stares at it as if it's so foreign - "I'm a little unaccustomed to seeing it before Christmas, and it carries a hopelessly false hint that the term has really only just begun. "In this regard, Draco Malfoy's complaint may well explain everyone's emotions.

Umbridge stood in the middle of the teachers' seats and cleared his throat, then smiled and looked at everyone in the auditorium.The auditorium immediately fell silent—it was an atmosphere so quiet that it made people feel ominous.All the teachers are here, including Professor McGonagall, she looks much older than usual today - the students try not to move their eyes to this excellent transfiguration professor, they believe she is angry , but at the same time, they also believed that Professor McGonagall did not want too many people to see her shame.

After the auditorium finally fell silent, the Sorting Hat finally moved, and then sang loudly, with a serious song that had never been played before——

"In AD 993, four wizards of wizards founded Hogwarts,

Brave Godric Gryffindor,

Wise Rowena Ravenclaw,

Good Helga Hufflepuff,

Salazar Slytherin who is good at strategy.

They are open to the whole world, recruiting all who can wave their wands.

Gryffindor said to be brave and passionate, so a quarter of the people wore gold as a symbol of honor and red as a flame of passion.

Ravenclaw said that one must be good at seeking knowledge, so a quarter of the people wore the blue that symbolizes the vastness of the vast sea and the bronze of ancient civilization.

Hufflepuff said to have good intentions, so a quarter of the people wore the yellow that symbolizes all the land and the simple and pure black.

Slytherin said to be noble and pure, so the last quarter of the people wore silver that symbolized nobility and green that symbolized great ambition.

Those people they came to Hogwarts, came to their house.

For thousands of years, until they died, the glory of the academy was still engraved on their bones.

No one forsakes.

No one doubts.

However, time is always passing, and there are no surprises.

It's as if no one was surprised when Slytherin left.

Today, you stand here.

Have doubts about your college,

Well, it's time, kid.

go away.

Maybe it's an end,

It can also be a new beginning. "

The Sorting Hat ends its song with a long coda.

"...Every sentence is thorny, it seems that it is dissatisfied." Scorpius quietly said to the platinum nobleman beside him, "This hat is more self-centered, and it seems to be less able to accept people's denial of its judgment."

"...Attention, boy, you will find that the meaning of its existence is this, I mean its judgment or something-well, think about it, the meaning of your existence is suddenly denied by someone one day..." Della Ke thought for a while, and showed a strange expression, "Why should I discuss the character of a dirty hat with you so seriously?"

"Oh, look at what you said, even if it's dirty, you put it on top of your head nervously five years ago." Scorpius retorted.

"Yeah, but it's only once in a lifetime—I mean letting something that hasn't been washed for hundreds of years touch my hair, it won't happen again, and it won't kill me. "Draco changed his sitting position, changed to a lazy tone, and said slowly, prolonging the end of each word like he was good at, "And I've never been nervous, I'm just a Leitlin, there is nothing to doubt."

"The entire Weasley family probably didn't suspect that Ginny Weasley was a Gryffindor." Zabini interjected with a smile, "There are always surprises."

Draco snorted coldly: "Accidents only happen to unreliable people—"

"It's not a surprise," Zabini thought for a while and said, "There was a Slytherin in the Weasley family more than 200 years ago."

"And as far as I know, the 'one and only Slytherin' didn't seem to graduate at all, because he put a cutting spell on his throat that Christmas in sixth year." Draco sniffed, " That was probably the only spell that Weasley learned from Slytherin - oh my god, who can stand up and tell our upcoming mole girl to stop crying? I'm not sure about the tablecloth for the Slytherin table Like to get snot—" Draco turned to the podium, at this time, Ginny had already walked towards the Sorting Hat, blinked her silver-gray eyes, and the fifth-year Slytherin pursed her lips very meanly, "Tell her not to cry. It's Slytherin who should cry. From now on, there will be a redhead on our long green table. Is there anything more worthy of crying than this!"

Amidst Draco's nagging complaints, Ginny held up the Sorting Hat tremblingly.

The battered hat moved and the mouth opened.

"It wants to bite her!" Draco sounded excited.

"Come on Draco." Scorpius rolled his eyes. What he noticed was that the Gryffindor table was unprecedentedly quiet—all of them were neatly facing the same direction, with different expressions on their faces. Some were angry, some were numb, and some were sympathetic—maybe some of them sympathized with Ginny Weasley, but more people, I am afraid, carried the shame and anger of being betrayed.

On the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall pressed her lips tightly, almost losing all her blood.Her brown eyes stared intently at her students from behind the glasses, and as she watched the poor girl put the Sorting Hat back on her head as she did on that rainy night four years ago, the head of Gryffindor There was a flash of helplessness and sadness in her eyes for a moment, and then the next second, before everyone had time to notice her, Professor McGonagall's face returned to her usual tranquility.

There is no chatter about the initial sorting.

This time, almost as soon as the top of the head touched the Sorting Hat, it announced in a rich and high voice——

"Remember, child, this is your own choice - Slytherin!"

Of course there was no applause.

The auditorium was as silent as if it had been cast with an enhanced silencing spell.

Ginny completely froze on the high stool. About ten seconds later, she suddenly screamed, as if the Sorting Hat had really bitten her, and she frantically took the hat off her head and threw it back on the chair , the whole person was limp on the ground, covering his face and collapsing and sobbing loudly.

Big drops of tears fell from between her fingers on the carpet of the auditorium, dyed with watermarks.

A long time later, Ron Weasley told others that it was at this time that he completely forgave his youngest sister. The blood connection made him suddenly realize Miss Weasley's regret and annoyance at this moment.

"—Come here, my good girl." Umbridge didn't seem to be affected by the atmosphere at all. On the contrary, her smile grew wider, as if she was a kind girl who was about to reward the little red flower to the child. Teacher, she stood on the highest podium and waved to Ginny, "Welcome to Slytherin. When you return to your new house, I think we need to make some changes for you—"

"That's enough, Umbridge." Professor McGonagall cut her off at last, and she stood up, snarling at her angrily.

The smile on Umbridge's face remained the same, as if she didn't see Professor McGonagall's anger at all, she turned her head and said sweetly to her: "No, obviously not enough, my dear Professor McGonagall."

clang-

The golden plate fell from the teacher's bench to Ginny's feet with a loud, ear-piercing sound.

"Slippy hands, sorry."

Head Slytherin raised his arms and rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, even though his dinner plate was placed in front of him intact, but there was a mess in front of Professor Black, and Professor Black himself was out of breath, looking He looked so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

Ginny Weasley got up, she could almost be described as devastated, she raised her head, her normally neat hair became messy, some red hairs stuck to her face because of tears, she raised her eyelids, expressionless He glanced at Umbridge who was smirking at him: "Is this the end?"

"Professor, girl, call me professor, you should be polite."

"Oh, yes." Ginny sneered loudly. "That's the end of it, isn't it, Umbridge—Professor?!"

"No, it's not over yet, my sweet little girl." As he spoke, he grabbed the wand in his hand, and before everyone had time to react, Umbridge waved it—

A third-year Gryffindor girl sitting in the front let out a terrified scream.

The auditorium finally ceased to be silent and became chaotic.

For all to see, the scarlet robes on Ginny Weasley had turned green, the exact same green as the Slytherins on the other side of the hall.The tie around her neck glowed strangely, and when the light disappeared, the gold-red tie was replaced by a silver-green tie, accompanying her red hair, which was indeed very dazzling.

And finally the badge on the chest.

At that moment, everyone in the auditorium was sure that they heard a loud and clear roar, and the lion symbolizing Gryffindor disappeared in the roar, and was replaced by Slytherin's silver and elegant snake-" The words "Gryffindor" turned into golden powder and dissipated in the air. Silver powder appeared, as if embroidered by an invisible hand, and the letters of "Slytherin" appeared one by one under the snake's body.

Now she looked like a Slytherin, absolutely.

Several Gryffindor girls covered their mouths and wept carefully, and Ron Weasley slammed his fist down on the table in front of him.

The atmosphere was terrible, but despite this, Ginny Weasley didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end.

She rolled her eyelids and looked at Umbridge numbly.

The ugly woman had her evil smile once again, and the overly bright lipstick made her smile like a clown with a bloody mouth.

She smiled and said in the most disgusting voice she could achieve——

"Welcome to Slytherin, Miss Ginny Weasley, I wish you a happy study life."