"As long as you tell me something, I won't do anything to you."
Sean held up the crumpled Sorting Hat and said calmly.
"Of course, of course, I trust you more than anyone else, little wizard."
Sorting Hat twisted his body happily. Although this result was a bit unexpected, it seemed to be reasonable.
"I lied to you."
Sean stared at it with a surprised expression of "Do you really believe it?"
"Annoying--it's the vengeful Ravenclaw--"
Sorting Hat was jumping around, as if trying to escape from Sean, but this was obviously of no use.
"You learned to lie! Oh no, you didn't lie!"
Sorting Hat asked questions in a strange voice.
At this time Bai Yi had flown in from the edge of the window.
Sean did not lie. It was not him who wanted to build a nest with Sorting Hat, but Bai Yi.
"Let it go! I belong on the little wizard's head, not in a smelly bird's nest--"
Sorting Hat's mouth opened in an exaggerated manner. On its head, Bai Yi fluttered its wings, and it touched Sorting Hat with its paws from time to time, like a cat playing with a mouse.
"I have a moral obligation to give you proper warning, and I never make a mistake, even with the most indistinguishable wizards.
Oh, I have to tell you - some Ravenclaw failed all exams, some Hufflepuff are lazy but extremely talented in learning, and some Gryffindor are timid and timid...
But that's not important, yes, it's not important. It's our choices that express our true selves, and choices are much more important than our abilities.
Don't doubt it, I am Magical World's smartest magic item, the wisdom of the four giants is shining on the brim of my hat--"
Sorting Hat kept talking, wanting to prove himself,
"Minerva·McGonagall, Filius·Flitwick, these two took me a lot of effort at first. Up to now, they are still happily daydreaming: maybe they are young If it weren't for these critical moments, the positions of the two people would have been swapped. Minerva would become the dean of Ravenclaw, and Professor Flitwick would become the dean of Gryffindor.
But guess what, that's impossible! How different they are now--"
Sorting Hat screamed strangely. The sound was very small, but it made Sean feel it was harsh and clear, as if it came from the heart.
Legilimency.
Sean knows why this is the case.
"I can tell you ten centuries of secrets, but if the old hat admits that it misjudged, it would be better to make it into a bird's nest."
Sorting Hat chatters endlessly.
"Mr. Sorting Hat, the secret of ten centuries?"
Sean asked as if he had some insights.
"Of course, of course, the Diadem of extraordinary wisdom, the Golden Cup of sincerity, the sword called by courage—"
The folds of Sorting Hat form something like eyes, and they are dancing with joy at the moment.
"I can tell you what has been, what has disappeared, what has survived... but guess what, Hogwarts will help you when you need it. In this castle, those who need help will eventually get it."
Those who need help will get it...
Sean's eyes were as calm as the surface of a deep lake, with endless mist floating on it.
"Okay, come on, hold me, I know what you want--"
The old man's weak and hoarse voice sounded again.
Sean walked over thoughtfully and took Sorting Hat from Bai Yi's paw.
The moonlight shines into Headmaster's office, making the silverware and Sean's eyes shine.
The hat was getting tighter and tighter, as if an invisible hand was desperately holding it tightly. Sean felt like he was holding something, a long, hard thing.
"Of course! Of course! You will succeed! You are the Ravenclaw that Gryffindor admires most--"
The old man screamed excitedly.
"But not now--"
Its strange cry disappeared immediately, Sean frowned, took his hand out of the hat, and found his palm empty.
"Remember what the old hat said? Hogwarts will always help those who are worthy of help. Sword of Gryffindor will appear when a real brave man needs it. When you are ready to complete the mission recognized by Gryffindor, come back to the old hat."
Sean still didn't get Sword of Gryffindor after all, but he didn't seem to be turned away by the sword. He clearly knew that he had held it, but why couldn't he take it out...
Yes, isn't the timing wrong?
The night quickly slipped away, and a thin layer of mist appeared on the pink and light gold sky.
Great Hall The sky is cloudy gray, and on the long tables of the four colleges are bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herrings, mountains of bread slices, and plates of eggs and bacon.
Neither Justin nor Hermione showed a smile all morning. They glanced at Sean from time to time, and then pretended not to care and started eating porridge.
"Sean, your Animagus is finished?"
Finally, Justin couldn't help but asked quietly.
At this moment, Sean is still analyzing the same thing as See-saw. He is planning to make glasses that refract light multiple times.
"Hmm."
Sean responded, waving the wand, and the same thing as See-saw was dismantled by magic. Every part of it was suspended in the air, waiting for Sean's observation.
"Oh, what a shame, I mean, it's so great--"
Hermione closed "Voyages with Vampires" and couldn't help but regretted it. After being reminded by Justin, he quickly changed his words.
Sean glanced at them in confusion, then looked at the mirror.
"Can we take a look at your Animagus..."
When Justin spoke, hundreds of owls came swarming in, hovering among the Great Hall, and threw letters and packages into the crowd of people talking.
A big bulging package fell on Neville's head, and then a big gray guy fell into Hermione's pot. Milk and feathers splashed all over them.
"Errol!"
Ron shouted from the side, holding the wet owl's talons and pulling it out.
Errol collapsed on the table, with his legs stretched in the air and a wet red envelope in his mouth.
"It's Howler, it's terrible."
Ron's whole face fell down.
"You'd better open it, Ron,"
Neville whispered,
"It's worse not to open it. Grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it, and the result was--"
He took a breath,
"It's terrible."
The four corners of the envelope were already smoking. Ron stretched out his trembling hands, carefully took out the envelope from Errol's mouth, and tore it open.
Justin and Hermione were both curious about what Howler was, but they saw that Neville had already blocked his ears with his hands. Soon they knew why they did this.
At first they even thought it was an explosion, because the huge sound filled the entire Great Hall and shook the dust off the ceiling.
"Ron·Weasley!"