Leads Ravenclaw to Glory

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After a moment of stunned silence, the auditorium suddenly erupted into a deafening roar of shouts.

"Azkaban? Did I hear that right? The Sorting Hat mentioned Azkaban?!"

"How...how is this possible?! What on earth was that freshman thinking...?"

"Damn, showing off like that, he's got a death wish!"

The Weasley twins looked on with envy.

Being sorted into Azkaban by the Sorting Hat was an unprecedented "feat"!

I don't know how Ethan did it.

She looked so quiet and reserved, yet she did something big without saying a word!

He immediately became the center of attention.

How could they not have thought of this prank back then!

That's still too conservative.

On the stage.

Professor McGonagall was completely dumbfounded.

Even if a hundred giants rushed into the hall right now, it wouldn't surprise her more.

She instinctively grabbed the Sorting Hat and patted it hard, like she would a broken old appliance.

Sorting Hat: Stop filming, I'll confess, okay?

Professor McGonagall was puzzled.

How could a polite child like Ethan be assigned to Azkaban?

"Alright, Professor McGonagall, give it to me."

Dumbledore's appearance saved the hat from suffocating.

"It seems our freshmen played a little joke on us."

Dumbledore laughed.

Looking down, he met Ethan's innocent blue eyes.

"Mr. Vincent, could you tell me what you were thinking just now?"

Ethan blinked. "I was just sharing my grand plans."

Dumbledore: "Well, I'd love to hear more from you later. But for now, let's focus on your personal qualities and how you're sorted into your house."

"After all, I can't really just hand over a newly enrolled child to a Dementor, can I?"

Upon hearing this, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

Threaten him?

I never expected you, with your pale eyebrows and small eyes, to resort to threats...

However, Ethan didn't actually jump up in court and slap the old man twice to show him who the master of Hogwarts was.

Or perhaps it reflects the mentality of a son-in-law who thinks, "Those fortunes change every thirty years, don't underestimate a young man's potential."

He simply said "Oh" and put his hat back on.

...Ethan really didn't mean it.

Little did he know that this shabby hat was so unambitious!

She just uttered two indignant and impassioned sentences, shouting like a madwoman in an action movie.

Ethan sighed.

Obviously, you can't expect a hat to have any profound ideals, can you?

[Actually, child. Although I am just a hat, I am a hat left behind by the four giants, a condensation of their thoughts.]

The sound of the Sorting Hat echoed in my mind.

"Alright, although in my opinion you should go straight to Azkaban, skipping the intermediate steps—but since the headmaster has requested it, I'll see what's going on in your head again."

Ethan cleared his throat and said reservedly, "I think I'm a good fit for Hufflepuff."

Hmm... I must say you're very smart and ambitious. How about Slytherin?

Ethan: "I want to go to Hufflepuff."

Perhaps in Gryffindor, you can make like-minded friends, which will help you get on the right track.

"Didn't you hear me? I said I'm a Hufflepuff."

However, your thirst for knowledge and art surpasses mine, and I know where to place you—Ravenclaw!

The last four words were shouted out loud, echoing throughout the entire auditorium.

Ethan: "..."

This tattered hat.

He angrily ripped off his hat and looked at the long blue table in the auditorium.

After a long silence, scattered applause broke out on the long table.

Clearly, they didn't know whether it was something to applaud when a "quasi-Azkaban" came to Ravenclaw.

"Don't worry," Ethan smiled and said loudly, "I will lead Ravenclaw to glory."

I remember that in the original book, Ravenclaw never once won the House Cup.

"..."

The applause subsided a little.

Among the students, Ron whispered to the person next to him, "I knew he'd go to Ravenclaw! His spells are amazing!"

At the Gryffindor long table, Harry felt a mix of emotions after hearing that Ethan hadn't been sorted into the same house as him.

I don't know whether to feel regret or relief.

"Very energetic."

Dumbledore laughed.

"I hope you can learn what you want in Ravenclaw."

Ethan nodded, stepped down from the podium, and walked toward the Ravenclaw table.

Strangely enough, as Ethan walked toward the long table, he felt a sense of belonging.

It was as if he rightfully belonged here, to this treasure trove of knowledge and learning.

After taking his seat, Ethan glanced casually at the teachers' section.

Just then, their eyes met Professor Snape's.

The latter was listening to Professor Quirrell speak beside him.

Upon seeing Ethan, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

...Just like a wicked mother-in-law who finally catches her daughter-in-law in the act.

Yes, they received a complaint from Malfoy and are probably thinking about how to deal with him.

Ethan thought to himself.

Although Professor Snape didn't immediately drag him to his office for "interrogation," he was definitely planning something big.

I want to deliver a heavy blow at the crucial moment.

"Looks like the 'Lily effect' is almost gone after two months..."

"It needs to be re-engraved."

Ethan murmured, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Nearby, Michael Corner, another freshman assigned to Ravenclaw, shivered when he saw Ethan's smile.

He silently shut his mouth, which had been about to say hello.

Ethan, how scary!

Eek.

As for Quirrell next to Snape, Ethan only glanced at him casually.

This is Harry's lesson plan; as long as Quirrell doesn't get in his way, Ethan has no reason to steal it.

It has nothing to do with me.

Ethan looked away, lowered his head, and traced the gilded patterns on the plate with his finger.

These patterns contain traces of a curse, which are mentioned in textbooks.

It's a cleaning charm or something similar, which makes the plates left by the little wizards clean quickly after they finish eating.

Finally, as the last student entered Slytherin, Headmaster Dumbledore stood on the podium.

He opened his arms, and his eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses sparkled with a vitality and energy beyond his years.

This is the greatest white wizard of this century—Albus Dumbledore!

"Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts."

"Every time I see the young wizards' vibrant faces, I feel young again."

Dumbledore winked mischievously.

"Before the dinner begins, I would like to say—"

"Idiot! Crybaby! Trash! Twist!"

Thank you everyone.

This brief speech was immediately met with applause from all the students.

Then, a sumptuous feast suddenly appeared on the long table!

Sizzling, oily roasted chicken legs, roasted beef, roasted pork chops, lamb chops, plump pink sausages, all kinds of potatoes, and French fries piled up like a small mountain.

Fragrant cream stew, tomato custard, peas with butter, cream of mushroom soup, pumpkin juice, and platters of rich meat gravy and simmered tomato sauce.

There are even mint hard candies, crystal clear.

Moreover, I don't know which senior ordered it, but there were also some crystal-clear items on the table.

—It smells so good!

Ethan quickly became lost in the sea of ​​delicious food.

Besides learning knowledge, another great thing about coming to Hogwarts is that you get all the food you need.

Ethan straightened his back, chewed with his mouth closed, maintaining a proper eating posture, but his hands never stopped feeding him.

To outsiders, it was as if the things in front of Ethan had magically disappeared.

"well……"

A faint sigh, cold as ice, appeared in the sky.

Ethan looked up and saw a ghostly blue figure drifting away.

—The Ghost of Ravenclaw, Lady Grey.