You're Just a Young Wizard, Yet You Dare Covet a Legacy?

"This is very important. It represents how you will spend your time at school in the future. You will be in different Houses and meet different friends."

"The school is divided into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Once the Sorting Hat assigns you to a House, you must remember one thing..."

Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze swept over every Young Wizard present.

"You will represent the honor of your House. Everything you say and do will determine whether your House can win the House Cup at the end of the school year."

As she said this, Professor McGonagall's eyes happened to meet Dylan's.

Dylan immediately raised an innocent, harmless smile.

A faint smile appeared in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but she quickly hid it again.

"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin, and it will be held before the entire student body and faculty, so you may straighten yourselves up now."

Professor McGonagall turned and left.

Not long after she was gone, the Young Wizards began chattering among themselves.

A shriek suddenly came from the crowd. "Ah! There's a ghost!"

The crowd fell silent.

Dylan looked up and saw more than a dozen ghosts emerging from the walls.

The ghosts were curious about the new students.

Several of them even floated down and surrounded the Young Wizards standing at the edge, chatting with them nonstop.

But every new student spoken to by the ghosts was trembling all over.

I wonder whether Morsmordre would have any intimidating effect on these ghosts?

Just as he was thinking this, a ghost suddenly floated down from above and landed right beside him.

"Oh~ I sense a strange aura!"

The ghost leaned toward Dylan's face. But after meeting his eyes, it suddenly widened its own as if frightened, cried out, and flew away at once.

The surrounding ghosts also froze. After glancing at Dylan, they hurried after that ghost.

Neville was standing right beside Dylan and was startled by the ghost's shriek.

He clutched his Toad tightly in one hand.

Dylan glanced down and discovered that Trevor was already rolling his eyes, while his two toad legs thrashed wildly.

"...Neville, the ghost is gone."

"Gone? I... I don't dare look."

Neville still had his eyes squeezed shut and refused to open them.

Dylan shook his head.

Just then, Professor McGonagall returned.

"All right, Young Wizards. The ceremony is about to begin. Form a single line and follow behind me."

Only after Professor McGonagall's stern voice rang out did Neville cautiously open his eyes to a narrow slit.

But Dylan had already walked ahead.

He hurriedly joined the line as well.

Led by Professor McGonagall, the first-year students entered the Great Hall.

All the students and teachers already in place cast various assessing looks at them.

Dylan paid them no attention. Instead, he tilted his head slightly upward.

He eagerly looked at the ceiling above.

"There are actually stars everywhere... Magic really is fascinating."

The stars on the ceiling shifted slowly. They looked nothing like a fake projection created by modern technology; instead, they truly resembled the sky itself.

At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and explained Hogwarts' prohibitions to the new students.

For example, students were forbidden from entering the Forbidden Forest, as well as the Restricted Section they were not allowed to set foot in within the school.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment in her hands.

"When your name is called, step forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and determine which House you will join."

The first person called was Hermione.

Dylan immediately looked over, and his eyes brightened slightly.

There was no denying that Hermione was truly beautiful.

However, he did not feel much of anything.

He had only three goals in coming to school.

First, to understand magic.

Second, to learn magic.

Third, to make a fortune with the damn magic!

Everything else could wait!

Even if Voldemort came out, he would blast him away with an Imperius Curse!

Otherwise, if Voldemort were allowed to wreck the market, how was Dylan supposed to make money?

The Death Eaters would all follow Voldemort around, wasting their time on useless nonsense.

"I'm even planning to recruit some Death Eaters to work for me in the future."

Dylan was still thinking when Professor McGonagall suddenly called his name.

"Dylan Hawkwood!"

Coming back to his senses, Dylan stepped forward.

He sat down on the chair, and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Oh! Good heavens, what a clever Young Wizard! You seem to know a great many spells!"

"Let me think. Do you want to go to Ravenclaw?"

The Sorting Hat's voice rang out in Dylan's mind.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and replied inwardly, "If I go to Gryffindor, can you lend me the Sword of Gryffindor stuck in your body? I've recently been studying how to control weapons with magic."

"What?" The Sorting Hat cried out dramatically. "Oh! Why have you already begun studying such advanced magic?"

"No, what I mean is, how do you know about this sword? This isn't something a Young Wizard like you should know!"

"Perhaps I tried learning Legilimency."

"Good heavens... Forgive me for exclaiming again, but you're the first Young Wizard as eccentric as you. Are you from a Pure-blood Wizard family?"

"No, no. You seem to be nothing more than an ordinary Muggle Young Wizard."

"Sorry, Young Wizard. No matter where you learned about the Sword of Gryffindor, I can't give it to you unless there is a Gryffindor who can pull it from my body."

"But I hate this feeling, because it makes me feel as if I'm being forced. Do you know what it feels like to have a stick poked back and forth in your throat?"

"I don't." Dylan pursed his lips. "But I do know you're getting a little long-winded."

"Good heavens, do you know? Your mouth is far too Slytherin! Do you want to go to Slytherin?"

The Sorting Hat cried out in alarm.

"You possess a great deal of magical knowledge. Their elite education might suit you."

"I hate elite education."

"Oh, then Ravenclaw?" the Sorting Hat added.

"Of course, I can also sense an immense courage in your heart. You must have a lofty ideal. Perhaps you could become a Gryffindor?"

"Do all Four Houses have legacies?"

"You know that too!"

"If that's the case, then I want to go to Ravenclaw."

Ravenclaw's legacy should provide him with even more magical knowledge.

"All right, then..."

The Sorting Hat suddenly raised its voice and shouted—

"Gryffindor!"

What?

"How can you decide my House so casually?"

"Good heavens, a first-year Young Wizard already dares to covet the legacies of the Four Houses. You're far too bold. You can only go to Gryffindor!"