The Great Hall, which had been filled with whispers, now fell completely silent.
Whether professors or students who had been chatting amongst themselves, everyone stared at Tom in astonishment.
Under so many gazes, Tom's little face went pale.
After spending some time in the Wizarding World, he knew what Azkaban was.
It was clearly a wizard prison!
What the hell was this Sorting Hat doing, sorting him into prison?!
It seemed that wherever the Sorting Hat said someone belonged, that was where they would go. Would it really throw him into Azkaban?
At that moment, Tom wished he could find a crack in the floor and crawl into it...
"Hm?" After blurting out Azkaban, the Sorting Hat was also puzzled. It did not understand why it had misspoken.
This was something that had never happened since Hogwarts had been founded!
Dumbledore also looked at the Sorting Hat in confusion, already preparing to pick it up and inspect it.
Then the Sorting Hat spoke again.
"Ha ha, I was only joking with him. How could it possibly be Azkaban? It should be... Slytherin!"
Upon hearing that, waves of discussion finally rose again in the silent Great Hall.
To be honest, they had never heard of the Sorting Hat playing such a joke on a first-year student.
Of course, no one had taken the Sorting Hat's words seriously. They merely assumed that the old hat might have malfunctioned.
After all, it was nearly as old as Hogwarts itself.
Still, Tom had become famous the moment he enrolled...
Tom took off the Sorting Hat, then fled from that hateful, broken old hat as if running for his life.
Li Weide, who was already seated at the Slytherin table, stood up and said to Tom with a smile, "Welcome, my dear friend, Prince of