The Sorting Hat's New Song

As night fell, Hogwarts was brightly lit.

In the decorated side hall, England's best School of Magic welcomed so many young wizards with different accents for the first time.

Because the recruitment activities started very early in the morning, the young wizards could not, as in the past, take the Hogwarts Express (questionable) to Hogwarts while making new friends.

The first few young wizards to arrive at Hogwarts had already been in the side hall for over ten hours.

But these were already within Professor McGonagall and Sean's considerations.

Honeydukes in Hogsmeade Village, provided all sorts of magical sweets to children just entering the Wizarding World. As a lifelong super VIP of Honeydukes, Sean was even offered free by the Honeydukes ' Ambrosio Flume and his wife. In the end, they only charged Sean the cost price after his repeated insistence.

In addition, Hogwarts ordered a lot of magical jokes and pranks from Zonko's Joke Shop. Of course, things like Dungbomb, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and Nose-Biting Teacups, which could easily traumatize freshmen, were not allowed to be admitted.

Fred and George even sneaked into the side hall after class to take a look, and when they found that the freshmen were just playing with the simplest and safest prank toys, the twins expressed their dissatisfaction with Sean.

"That's it? That's it? A ridiculous product? A self-igniting firework stick with twenty-eight colors? Please, we weren't that interested in this when we were five. These kids are going to Hogwarts to become wizards; it's time to expose them to something that adults should play with."

Sean shrugged. "I think it's more important to spark their curiosity and interest in magic first. Besides, it's freshman orientation today, and I don't want to lead a bunch of kids with bitten noses or burn holes in their tongues to see Madam Pomfrey. I also don't want this place to smell like Dungbomb. —Besides, you should probably leave now."

The two clowns simultaneously hooked their arms around Sean's shoulders, their faces beaming with sly smiles. "Sean! Jokes and pranks, this is a dream! We can screen out a group of like-minded kids on freshman orientation day—we still have a year and a half until graduation, and we're wasting this time in this noisy, boring way, oh my god, we're not even sure we'll get our diplomas..."

"Then perhaps you could consider a certificate of attendance? You two, Mr. Weasley." A stern voice sounded behind the twin brothers.

Fred and George immediately stood up straight like javelins.

"Professor McGonagall, good evening. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Professor McGonagall, with a stern expression, glanced at the two of them. "I would be happier if I could see better results from you at the end of the term's OWLs—and you would be happier too."

"Yes, Professor, I think you are absolutely right!"

"That's right, that's exactly it. Fred and I were just about to talk to Sean about the OWLs exam..."

"George, you're right, my God, I'm so moved by our efforts."

"But we can't slack off, Fred. I think we still need to study hard. How about we go to the library or the Great Hall to read for a while?"

"Great idea!"

"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall! Goodbye, Sean!"

The two brothers sang in unison, then waved goodbye in unison, and fled the scene before Professor McGonagall could reprimand them further.

Sean shook his head with amusement, realizing he had already reminded him.

Professor McGonagall glared at the two departing figures, then turned to Sean: "Mr. Wallop, how is it?"

Sean picked up the parchment in his hand and handed it over.

As Professor McGonagall observed, she said, "As we expected, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang did not take into account the young wizards from their usual enrollment pool. It just so happens that, just like when they were competing for students from our Hogwarts, the young wizards there are also easier to persuade."

"According to the statistics, the success rate of our recruits is very high. I also had them give up on children from the Wizarding Family and mainly choose young wizards from the Muggle Family or Half-blood Family. According to the statistics, the success rate is over 80%. Moreover, the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have obviously not yet realized that we have no competitors."

After hearing what Sean said, Professor McGonagall, who had been keeping a straight face, finally showed a slight smile.

"A smart decision, excellent execution, Mr. Wallop, you've been a great help this time."

Sean shook his head. "You're too kind, Professor McGonagall. As a member of Hogwarts, this is what I should do."

Professor McGonagall's admiration deepened upon hearing this. "Give Ravenclaw another thirty points. Also, if you need anything, feel free to ask me any questions about Transfiguration."

She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "any" and "at any time," her attitude was self-evident.

"That's exactly what I wanted." Sean smiled.

The two chatted and laughed for a while longer. Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards in the side hall and exclaimed, "This seems to be the largest class of new students I've ever had since I started teaching."

Sean shrugged. "To be honest, Professor, this is probably the largest class of freshmen in Hogwarts history."

He glanced at the list on the parchment and the time on his watch, and then said, "We've basically recruited all the new students from other countries, such as Belgium, which is within Newmontgard's recruitment area. And Newmontgard is different from the other two schools; it's not specifically coming to the England to poach students."

Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly. "Newmontgard is sweeping through all of Europe for new students, just like every year, right?"

Sean nodded. "That's true, so the students we can get are basically from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and that's about it now—oh, there should be another batch later."

"Um?"

"Professor, have you forgotten? Children from the Wizarding Family in the England might still prefer to wait for their Hogwarts acceptance letter, which is a natural advantage for us," Sean said.

Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "I almost forgot... I've been so busy today."

"We'll need you to come to the branch later," Sean said with a smile.

As they were talking, the floor in the center of the side hall started spinning again, and several young wizards appeared in the same spot, carrying acceptance letters and large suitcases.

They were just as curious as the other children, but noticeably less anxious and apprehensive.

"Here you are," Sean said, then walked over.

When the last batch of new students entered the side hall using the Portkey, Sean received the note from the last child.

"The allocation target has been achieved."

"This is the last one..." Sean muttered to himself, then walked over to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, all of our Admissions Officer have completed their tasks, and all the new students should have arrived by now."

Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you for your hard work, Sean."

"Please don't be so polite."

Just then, there was a loud popping sound in the air beside them, House-elves Boris reappeared in the side hall.

The new students were startled, then curiously examined the House-elves.

Boris bowed to Professor McGonagall and Sean, then turned his large head toward Sean.

"Mr. Wallop! Everything you asked Boris to do has been done!" Boris exclaimed shrilly.

"What's wrong?" A seemingly bold young girl on the far side asked instinctively, then covered her mouth.

"Food! It's food!" Boris proudly puffed out his chest. "Mr. Wallop considered that this year's new students would come from many different places, so he asked Boris to prepare dishes from various regions! When the other House-elves heard that it was Mr. Wallop's request, they all worked even harder! The food is all ready!"

Sean smiled and extended his hand, "You're so reliable, Boris, thank you."

Boris screamed, cautiously shook hands with Sean, and then screamed again and disappeared from the spot.

The children around them were stunned, and their gazes toward Sean were filled with even more amazement.

Professor McGonagall suddenly realized, "I had even forgotten about that... Thank goodness for you, Sean, you're so thoughtful."

"I only mentioned it briefly. They brought it up when they came to deliver meals to the young wizards. It was the House-elves the hard work," Sean said, not taking any credit.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with increasing satisfaction.

When the last young wizard had changed his clothes and entered the side hall, Professor McGonagall put away the smile she had shown when facing Sean and took a serious step forward.

Professor McGonagall always had the ability to silence all the students instantly. She simply stood there, gave them a stern look around, and all the freshmen stood up straight, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year is quite special, so you didn't receive your acceptance letters during the summer holidays. However, this doesn't prevent you from entering the magical world, and Hogwarts traditions will continue as usual. The opening banquet is about to begin. Before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you'll first need to decide which house you'll be joining. The Sorting Ceremony is a very important ceremony because your house will be like your home at Hogwarts. You'll attend classes with your classmates, live in your house dormitories, and spend your free time together in your house's Common Room."

"The four House Points are..."

Seeing the nervous freshmen, Sean smiled behind Professor McGonagall and then quietly withdrew from the side hall.

I've finished my work for today, it's time to head to the Great Hall.

After walking a few steps into the Great Hall, the eyes of students from all other grades turned to him. Sean smiled and waved to a few acquaintances, then quickly found Hermione and Daisy and plopped down next to them.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wallop, the admissions officer!" Little White Flower said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Potter." Sean chuckled and tapped her on the head.

Turning my gaze, I saw that all the professors were already seated at the long table in the classroom, including Dumbledore.

The principal was talking to Professor Flitwick next to him and seemed to be in good spirits.

"You're at school, why do I have to go and do all this?" Sean muttered to himself.

At the very front of the Great Hall aisle, a crumpled Sorting Hat was already placed on a high chair. Its cloth mouth was moving, as if it were muttering something to itself, like a student reviewing and memorizing before entering the exam room.

After a short wait, Professor McGonagall led the new students in one after another.

Like the other senior students, Sean looked at the freshmen with a friendly, playful gaze, something that seemed to be something that all senior students in every school loved to do.

"There are so many freshmen this year..." he heard someone mutter quietly next to him.

Once the freshmen had lined up in two rows, everyone turned their attention to the Sorting Hat.

The crumpled hat split open, revealing a gaping mouth, and then began to sing loudly:

The story dates back a thousand years.

Our protagonists are four powerful and wise wizards.

The brave and fearless Gryffindor, from the desolate swamp,

The beautiful and intelligent Ravenclaw comes from the tranquil riverside.

The kind and gentle Hufflepuff come from the open valley.

And then there are the clever Slytherin from the swamp~

They dreamed that one day they could pass on all the knowledge they had learned in their lives.

The male and female sorcerers, drawn by their reputation, came from afar, thus expanding the grand vision.

Until a tall castle stood on the shore of the Black Lake,

A thousand years later, magic still lives on.

Come, put on my ancient magic hat.

When I was plucked from the top of Gryffindor's head and infused with thoughts, it was all already destined!

I will whisper in your ear, letting you see where your heart truly belongs.

Whispers from the past can show you the true direction.

Gryffindor said, the bravest man

Only then can you receive the highest reward;

His close friend Slytherin, craving power, was the most astute man.

Only then can it match the wizard's ambition;

Ravenclaw also disagreed with her friend, saying that the smartest person

It deserves to be taken seriously;

The usually gentle and kind Hufflepuff did not agree with her friend.

She simply wanted to treat everyone equally, so that they would retain their inner loyalty and enthusiasm.

This is the philosophy that the Four Founders of Hogwarts have upheld for a thousand years.

Now you will experience it for yourself!

But I must remind you,

The split of the Four Founders is the saddest story I've ever seen.

Some travel far away, some remain silent.

But I think they will eventually regret it.

A thousand years have passed, the river flows on, but the pebbles should eventually move to a slightly different spot.

When misfortune swept in, the world descended into chaos.

When evil awakens, we have nowhere to hide.

Let us put aside our differences and stand together to resist!

The signs of danger are so glaring; the world's warnings are already ringing in our ears!

Never divide, always unite!

This is my warning.

It is also my task

This is the murmur and whisper of a thousand years.

This is the sigh and the tolling of an ancient existence.

Whether it's you, them, or even more people

I hope you can hear this...

Alright, let's begin the division into departments...

After the Sorting Hat sang, the Great Hall fell silent.

I've revamped the Sorting Hat's Song a bit, I hope you guys think it's alright...