How could someone with such a positive image possibly be sorted into Slytherin, a house that made no effort to hide its desires?
However, Vincent knew that his innate talent as a master of Occlumency gave him a very high chance of resisting the Sorting Hat's method of sorting students by probing their thoughts.
Just how high was that chance?
Infinitely greater than ninety-nine percent.
He could not even control the switch himself. Probably only that innate master of Legilimency far away in the United States could try to see whether he could successfully invade Vincent's mind.
The three of them took it as a joke.
George even teased that if Vincent entered Slytherin, a certain greasy-haired Old Bat of a professor would never have another peaceful day.
Fred's tone carried a hint of encouragement. "Go on, flood their dormitory with Dungbombs~"
"I'll give it serious consideration." Vincent looked utterly sincere.
All four of them burst out laughing at once.
Even Gu Gu grinned in Cho's arms and hooted loudly.
Vincent, who had never felt so relaxed, felt as though he had returned to his childhood in his previous life.
He could laugh as loudly as he wanted and enthusiastically discuss with his friends how to prank Slytherin.
There was no goal, only the simple desire to make himself happy.
As time slipped by unnoticed, the Hogwarts Express was nearing its final stop.
"Please leave your luggage on the train. We will deliver it to the school for you—"
A voice drifted through the train.
Vincent, already dressed in his school robes, closed his suitcase. "We? Is there anyone else on this train besides the students and the driver?"
"Of course," Fred said, his eyes wandering around the compartment. "As a qualified House-elf, you can never notice its presence."
He