HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 115 First Year Sorting Ceremony (Part 1)

Although Harry and Ron haven't been assigned to different houses yet, they've already changed into their school uniforms.

'Knock knock knock' As soon as we changed into our school uniforms, someone came to knock on the door.

"Come in." As soon as I said I could come in, the carriage door opened.

"Ayers, wait for me by the carriage. I might need to maintain order." It was Percy who came in. He seemed busy, having changed into his school uniform, and said this to us.

"Sure, we'll all wait for you to go together." I didn't mind; we were all used to walking together.

"I'll get back to work then." Percy just came here to say hello to us, then closed the door and left.

"Who was that senior just now?" Among our group, only little Harry didn't know Percy.

“That was Fred, George, and Ron’s brother. He’s a Gryffindor prefect, and as a prefect, he needs to maintain order, so he’s a bit busy,” I explained to Harry, then started tidying up the food box and fruit tea on the table and putting them back in my backpack.

We were a group of people chatting in the carriage while waiting for the train to stop.

Finally, the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station and came to a stop, and all the young wizards got off.

The young wizards, all above the second grade, consciously headed towards the carriage in the forest.

The first-year students were all standing there dumbfounded, observing their surroundings and chatting curiously.

Our group, which had just gotten off the bus, was the most eye-catching. We were students from all three colleges, and they were all a group of handsome guys.

“Harry and Ron, do you see that really tall guy? That’s Hagrid. He’s in charge of guiding the new students. Just go over and follow them. We’ll split up for now. See you later.” I pointed to Hagrid over there. Harry recognized him, but Ron didn’t, so I told them to go by themselves. Our group was going to take the carriage, so we weren’t going the same way.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Ayers." Little Harry is still the same adorable boy, but calling me "brother" might be a bit confusing in terms of seniority. I'm going to try and win him over later.

“Let’s go.” Fred put an arm around me.

"Let's go." George also clung to my other side.

These two people were leaning on me to walk; if I weren't strong enough, I really couldn't have dragged them both away.

“Let’s go, I’ve got this sorted out.” Percy found us quickly.

Then a group of us were crammed into a carriage to go to Hogwarts Castle.

“Other people’s carriages seat four people, but we insist on seating six.” Fred clung to me like a mollusk.

"How about you ride in the other one next time?" I shrugged with a smile and shook Fred off.

“That won’t do. Let George ride in the other car.” Fred clung to me again with one more effort.

“It was Fred who suggested it, so he should be allowed to ride in a carriage himself.” This time, George wasn’t going to indulge Fred.

"Hehe." Everyone else laughed, and now the two brothers were about to start arguing.

"We're here. Hurry up and stop clinging to me. We need to go back to our own house tables." I helped Fred and George up, and we all walked to the entrance of the Great Hall and sat down at our own house tables.

After I sat down, I looked at the professor's desk and nodded to Severus in greeting.

Severus saw me too, nodded slightly, and then put on a serious face again.

Severus's arrogant personality is so adorable, I smiled as I looked at him.

The first-year students followed Professor McGonagall out of the room.

They passed through the foyer and saw four enormous hourglasses of different colors to the right of the oak door.

Entering through a double door next to the hourglass, you will see a luxurious auditorium.

The high walls stretched all the way to the ceiling, which was like black velvet, dotted with starlight, making it look just like the sky outside.

Many candles were floating in mid-air, illuminating the hall brightly; this scene must have been created by magic.

Directly in front was the main guest table, which was already filled with professors from various disciplines and the principal, Albus Dumbledore.

The four long tables in the auditorium hall, adorned with gleaming gold platters and wine glasses, were filled with students.

Those were their seniors, all looking curiously at the group of first-year students who had just walked in.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to the main seating area, where they lined up facing all the upperclassmen, with the teachers behind them.

A four-legged stool was placed in front of him, and a topped wizard's hat was placed on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and extremely dirty.

“Now, let’s invite our Headmaster Dumbledore to say a few words,” Professor McGonagall said.

"I'd like to announce a few important points for the new semester. First-year students, please note that students are strictly prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest. Also, Mr. Filch asked me to remind you all that if you don't want to suffer a terrible fate, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor. Thank you." Headmaster Dumbledore finished speaking and sat down.

Suddenly, the hat twisted, revealing a wide crack that looked like a mouth—and then it began to sing:

You might think I'm not pretty,

But never judge a book by its cover.

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine...

When the hat finished singing, the whole audience erupted in applause.

The hat bowed to each of the four dining tables, then remained still.

Many of the freshmen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that the division of the college was just a formality; there was no entrance exam. Those who felt deceived by their families were indignant.

Ron Weasley, who had been tricked by his own brother, glared fiercely at his brother.

"Whoever I call by name, put on your hat, sit on the stool, and await Sorting." At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Hannah Abbott!" A rosy-cheeked little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the line, put on her hat, and the hat just covered her eyes.

She sat down. A moment's pause—"Hufflepuff!" the hat called out. The people at the table to her right clapped and cheered, welcoming her to their table.

The fat monk ghost also waved to her happily.

“Susan Borns!” “Hufflepuff!” the hat called out again.

Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down next to her.

“Harry Potter!” In an instant, the young wizards in the hall fell silent. Headmaster Dumbledore sat up slightly, and Severus stared intently at him.

Shy little Harry slowly walked to the high chair, and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

“Hmm,” a soft voice said from behind Harry’s hat, “Interesting. Very interesting. You seem courageous, kind-hearted, and very talented, eager to make your mark. Where should I sort you out?”

"Don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin," Harry whispered to the Sorting Hat.

"Not going to Slytherin? Are you sure? You can achieve great things, and Slytherin can help you reach glory, don't you want it?" The Sorting Hat whispered to Harry.

"Don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin," little Harry kept grumbling, not wanting to go to Slytherin.

"Since you've made up your mind, then go... to Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat shouted at the end.

The nervous little Harry breathed a sigh of relief and happily walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Then the young wizards of Gryffindor clapped their hands in congratulations, and the professors in the faculty seat and Headmaster Dumbledore also applauded in congratulations.

As I watched Harry Potter walk to the Gryffindor table, I couldn't help but think, "It's really interesting that Harry was sorted into Gryffindor after all."