"Hello, Basil Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore extended his hand, his eyes still showing lingering shock.
A fourteen-year-old wizard possesses such magical skill, some of which he himself cannot comprehend.
Especially the floor, which healed so smoothly that there was no trace of the Transfiguration.
Basil: This is the power of magnetic fields—atomic recombination!
Logically, he should have suspected the boy in front of him.
But the kingly aura and righteous grandeur that Basil possessed were something that a dark wizard could never imitate.
Princess Cut, with her long, straight black hair, Snape lightly bit her hair, her eyes narrowed into slits, coldly scrutinizing the figure being received by Dumbledore.
He had been secretly looking into Harry's eyes and noticed the familiarity in those eyes towards the foreign boy.
Despite his constant criticism and disdain for Harry, he now finds himself worrying about him.
The other professors, like Dumbledore, were more shocked and curious. If it weren't for the presence of principals and students from other schools, they probably would have rushed to the spot where the tree disappeared to study it up close.
As for Karkaroff, Maxime, and Phoebe and Krum, who were clearly chosen as Champion, they were both wary and relieved that the boy in front of them was a Castelobruxo and did not meet the requirements for Champion.
Old Crouch arrived early and was already seated to Dumbledore's right, a powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic, began to ponder the educational issues at Hogwarts.
Is British education already lagging far behind that of other countries?
The students below the stage cheered and shouted with fascination.
There are both women and men.
It was ten times more exciting than when Krum came on stage.
This also included the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, who were seated on either side of two additional small tables.
"I knew why the Sorting Hat was still in the Great Hall."
Hermione remained standing, her hands clenched into fists at her chest, her eyes gleaming with the same intense, almost shrewish expression she'd just had Beauxbatons student.
Meanwhile, as Dumbledore enthusiastically asked for another tip on the magic he had just cast, Basil reminded him, "It's time for the Sorting."
Among time travelers, he's probably the only one who was sorted twice by the Sorting Hat.
However, this time things can't be the same as last time.
He was directly sorted into Gryffindor, without even having a proper conversation with the Sorting Hat.
"Alright," Dumbledore somewhat disappointedly, "Professor McGonagall, please arrange a sorting for Mr. Granger."
Professor McGonagall, who was talking to Old Crouch on her left, put down her wine glass.
Even knowing the names of the students who would be assigned to different departments, he still picked up the list that had been sitting on the table.
"Basil Granger!"
Basil strode toward the Sorting Hat.
I picked it up from the bar stool and sat down on it with a sense of ceremony.
Unfortunately, the hat in the movie version wasn't big enough to block his view.
It wasn't dirty enough; it lacked the mold and dust that had become almost an integral part of the hat, a testament to its rich history.
This made him feel less immersed in reminiscing about the past.
More importantly, this put him directly under the intense gaze of the audience below.
Almost every student at every table was quietly muttering the name of their college, hoping that Basil would be assigned to their college.
This even included students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
In the movie version, Beauxbatons is an all-girls school, and he could only enroll if he underwent gender reassignment.
Durmstrang, where did you come from, a gay school?
Just like Grindelwald!
"Hello, can you undo the Legilimency?" the Sorting Hat shouted. "I'm in the Sorting Department."
Basil's face darkened. Damn it, he'd forgotten that the Sorting Hat movie was broadcast live.
Moreover, he was too powerful.
The Sorting Hat's tentacles, which were meant to touch his surface thoughts, were neutralized by the Magic Field swirling around the tips of his hair before they could even reach his scalp.
He didn't even realize it.
This is the predicament of those with Field Master.
It wasn't that he wasn't perceptive enough, but rather that the slight sense of being invaded was less intense than the slight pressure he felt from the weight of the hat.
It's like walking in a light drizzle, searching for the dust in the air and the feeling of it touching your skin amidst the cool sensation of the rain on your skin.
"I'm all set." Having already dismantled the outer layer of his mental defenses, Basil further tightened his magnetic field.
"That's right," the Sorting Hat nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, difficult, very difficult."
Hearing this, Basil was overjoyed. I'm finally the main character!
"Of noble lineage."
Those Slytherin students who suspected Basil was Hermione's relative, while feigning fervor, led the applause.
"Learned."
The Ravenclaw students also began to applaud.
"Kindness." The Sorting Hat wasn't sure whether to say the last two words. Giving all the pretty girls a home, that's kind of kindness, isn't it?
"Kind-hearted".
Hufflepuff joined in the clapping.
The Gryffindor students, especially Hermione, had bloodshot eyes, as if the Sorting Hat would tear them apart if they didn't have the 'courage' in its next words.
"And very courageous."
The Gryffindor students finally smiled and applauded with a clear conscience.
Most of the students from the four houses joined the fray, as if whichever house applauded the loudest would win and Basil would be included.
The loud announcement from the Sorting Hat was almost drowned out.
"Oh my goodness, that's great!"
"You meet all four college requirements perfectly."
"Your choice is—"
"Slytherin!" "Gryffindor!" "Ravenclaw!" "Hufflepuff!" "Beauxbatons!" "Durmstrang!" The students called out the names of the houses in which Basil had been sorted, acting as the Sorting Hat.
These sounds were like thunder and lightning.
He doesn't need any spells to show off; he walks through storms and cold rain, startling even Barty Crouch Jr., who is disguised as Moody, and he tumbles into the mud.
He almost got a perfect score even in imitating Moody's.
But the slippery ground and the wooden prosthetic leg are still the best combination for wrestling.
"Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted.
"Please continue," Professor McGonagall said politely to the Sorting Hat.
The Sorting Hat did not speak.
Because Basil was having a brainstorming Stormfront.
First, there's Slytherin.
The actress who was replaced because she was too beautiful, Genevieve Gaunt, played Pansy, although she had only acted in "Prisoners of Azkaban".
But since the Goblet of Fire didn't appear, Pansy in this world is still that little beauty with black hair.
And Gryffindor.
Although Hermione is there, his original world was that of Gryffindor student.
It's still necessary to change the academy in this world.
Maybe the system will recognize this identity and give you 20 gems every day.
As for Ravenclaw.
That can be ruled out; Penelope and Cho Chang from the movie are both unsuitable.
Padma, who is prettier than her sister in the movie version, is also in Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw.
The remaining Hufflepuff.
The dormitory closest to the kitchen, the most comfortable, and the closest to his home environment.
"Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
"We have Granger!"
"We have Granger!"
The Hufflepuff students cheered.
Cedric, who was clearly the leader of Hufflepuff, quickly got up and arranged troops for Basil.
Professor Sprout clapped, his face beaming with joy.
"Hufflepuff?" Snape's apprehension deepened.
Instead of choosing the superior Slytherin and Ravenclaw schools, or even the brute Hufflepuff, why not become a good-for-nothing at Hufflepuff?
This guy is definitely up to no good.
Professor Flitwick, who was distracted by chatting with Maxime and stabbed with Hagrid, now suffers not only pain in his hand but also in his heart.
Professor McGonagall, carrying the bar stool and the Sorting Hat, pursed her lips. How could Gryffindor be looked down upon! At least Ravenclaw should be!
Draco Malfoy, who was huddled in the corner with Crabbe and Goyle, heads bowed, even managed a rare smile. "I thought he was someone important! Hufflepuff? Pfft~"
Hermione slumped onto the table dejectedly, while Harry comforted her, "Don't worry, we'll be in class together anyway."
Ginny added to her boyfriend, "This is better than being separated by distance in Castelobruxo."
Despite her profound grief, Hermione remained remarkably composed. "I should have known. Castelobruxo students are naturally fond of Herbology and skilled in Potions. Even their school uniforms are bright green."
"Not to mention the way he made his entrance. Hufflepuff is the most suitable school for him."
Ron rubbed his knife and fork together. "Why isn't dinner served yet!"
"Ron Weasley!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed instantly.
Dumbledore, still standing on the podium, seemed to hear Ron's call.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and especially—distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."
The Hufflepuff students, including Cedric (excluding Basil, who was lamenting the lack of ghosts in the Great Hall and criticizing Sony for being inhumane in his attempt to save money), had already picked up their knives and forks.
Ron from Gryffindor, who had just been humiliated, had his eyes fixed on the empty plate.
"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat and drink to your heart's content, as if you were in your own home!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the plate was piled high with food.
Moody Barty Crouch Jr.. struggled to his feet from the mud and was still on his way.
Basil also began to eat, and said to Susan Bones, whose face was flushed, "Not bad, this French fish soup."
After the main meal, it's dessert time.
Filch then strode out of the Great Hall and summoned several extras who had only appeared in the movies from behind, who carried in a magnificent little tower that looked as if it were made of gold.
And the podium was moved.
Ron, who was still filling the plate with ice cream, was also drawn to the scene.
Most importantly, Dumbledore got up and walked to the tower. "Attention, everyone!"
"I have a few words to say."
He placed his hand on the small tower, indicating that he had more to say than just a few words.
"Eternity glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament."
"However, that student must complete three tasks."
"Three extremely dangerous and arduous tasks."
Fred and George, on the contrary, became excited. "Amazing!" "Amazing!"
Barty Crouch Jr.. had already reached the entrance of the Great Hall and was gradually approaching.
"For the reasons mentioned above, the Ministry of Magic has introduced a new regulation."
"Please invite the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation to provide further explanation."
As Barty Crouch Jr.. entered the Great Hall, Old Crouch. walked around Snape from behind and descended from the High Table.
"Mr. Crouch. Barty Crouch," Dumbledore's words seemed to address both of them at the same time.
In Setsuna, a surge of lightning seemed to be projected onto the dark, magical ceiling during the rain, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder.
This caused a series of screams.
Basil stroked his chin. 'Interesting. This Hogwarts can actually sense those who harbor ill will towards the school and issue warnings. How come Quirrell in the first book was unharmed? Was Voldemort's skill superior, or did he also have Slytherin's authority in the movie version? Or was Voldemort only targeting Harry and Dumbledore's faction, and genuinely loving the school?'
'Hmm, I should probably check Voldemort's memories. I've been busy creating worlds and raising fish these past few days.'
During the time Basil was pondering this, the culprit Barty Crouch Jr.., wasn't entirely idle.
He raised his wand directly, pointed it at the ceiling, and a red, rope-like plasma beam of magic shot out.
The ceiling returned to calm.
Basil looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to have no doubt that there were other professors who knew about this defense mechanism.
However, Mad-Eye had become even more insane after retiring.
They viewed almost everyone as an enemy.
As Ron, sitting at the Gryffindor table not far away, said, "He arrested half the prisoners in Azkaban, but now he's always acting crazy."
Mad-Eye's arrival completely stole the show.
Nobody cared who Old Crouch was, and nobody cared about the Triwizard Tournament.
His scarred skin, terrifying blue demonic eyes, bizarre prosthetic legs, deep breathing like that of some Beast, and his reputation in the Wizarding World completely captivated the attention of almost everyone.
Meanwhile, Mad-Eye's blue demonic eyes were spinning wildly.
Harry Potter's face was spotted right among everyone's faces.
His target was the guy who managed to defeat his master.
"My dear old friend, welcome!" Dumbledore quickly stepped forward to help him up.
"The ceiling is ridiculous." Mad-Eye greeted Dumbledore with feigned composure.
He quickly went to the wall and took a sip of Polyjuice Potion to calm his nerves.
Old Crouch, his face grim, stepped forward to the crowd. "After careful consideration," he announced, "the Ministry of Magic has decided, for safety reasons, that all students under the age of seventeen—"
"No way!" some students under the age of seventeen who anticipated what was about to happen exclaimed.
"They are not allowed to register for this Triwizard Tournament."
"That's unfair!" another student shouted.
"This is the final decision." Old Klaue read it out almost in one breath, his hands outstretched, his fingers trembling.
He knew what was going to happen next.
As expected, the students, led by the Weasley twins, started hurling insults.
"What a load of bullshit!"
"What a load of bullshit! What's going on?!"
Crouch's son was born without an anus!
Upon hearing this, 'Mad-Eye' rubbed his buttocks.