The Great Hall, which had been filled with whispers, now fell completely silent.
Whether professors or students who had been chatting among themselves, all of them stared at Tom in astonishment.
Under so many gazes, Tom's little face turned deathly pale.
Having spent some time in the wizarding world, he knew what Azkaban was.
That was clearly a wizard prison! What the hell was the Sorting Hat doing, sorting him into a prison?! It seemed that wherever the Sorting Hat said someone belonged, that was where they had to go. It wouldn't really throw him into Azkaban, would it? At that moment, Tom wished he could crawl into a crack in the floor...
"Hm?" After blurting out Azkaban, the Sorting Hat was also puzzled. It did not understand why it had made such a slip of the tongue.
This was something that had never happened since Hogwarts had been founded! Dumbledore also looked at the Sorting Hat in confusion, just about to pick it up and inspect it.
The Sorting Hat spoke again.
"Ha ha, I was just making a joke. How could it possibly be Azkaban? It should be... Slytherin!"
After the Sorting Hat said that, murmurs finally rose again in the silent Great Hall.
To be honest, they had never heard of the Sorting Hat making such a joke with a new student before.
Of course, no one truly took 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 and fled from that hateful old rag as though escaping for his life.
Li Weide, who was already seated at the Slytherin Table, stood up and smiled at