Ravenclaw

Yo!

Silence, everyone, let me sing!

A thousand years of wisdom, hidden in the brim of my hat.

Don't mind my worn-out appearance, I'm not exactly the coolest.

Hogwarts' order, I decree it all!

(Verse 1)

Put away your silk top hats, hide your flashy extravagance.

I'm the one and only OG big shot of magical hats.

I see through every conflicted thought in your mind.

The fate of the four long tables, I'll tell you about it:

Red and gold flames, burning through all cowardice (Gryffindor!)

Blue and bronze eagle wings, knowledge soaring through the clouds (Ravenclaw!)

Yellow and black badger paws, tightly gripping earthly loyalty (Hufflepuff!)

Silver and green snake eyes, by no means representing coldness (Slytherin!)

(Hook)

Don't shiver! New students!

Don't dodge! Your gaze!

The moment the hat is placed on your head, Follow your heart's choice.

Listen closely to my rhythm, Find your own long table.

Hogwarts' rhymes, Are always my masterpiece!

(Verse 2)

The faculty and staff were inexplicably surprised, only Dumbledore tapped his foot along to the rhythm with interest.

Professor McGonagall clearly listened patiently to the Sorting Hat's rap. "The young wizards whose names I call, please come forward, sit on the stool, and then put on the hat."

"So sorting is putting on a hat? But I really hope it puts me in Gryffindor, otherwise George and Fred will laugh me to death," Ron whispered into Harry's ear.

"Yulian, what do you think?" Harry was also a bit uneasy.

"I don't really care, any house will do," Yulian shrugged indifferently.

"Don't be so indifferent! Absolutely don't go to Slytherin! Most dark wizards come from Slytherin. Oh, and that Malfoy, his whole family is Slytherin," Ron nagged Harry and Yulian again.

Lyria, behind them, blinked her big eyes and listened without a word.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, and the sorting officially began.

"Hannah Abbott!"

The blonde girl's face turned red, and she stumbled towards Professor McGonagall. Under her guidance, she sat on the high stool, and the oversized hat covered more than half of Hannah's face.

After a few seconds, "Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat boomed. At the same time, a burst of warm applause erupted from the yellow and black long table.

Hannah took off the hat and stumbled again towards the Hufflepuff table, sitting in a seat at the very edge. Several nearby older students extended welcoming hands to her.

Seeing the "Iron Hat King" return to her throne, Yulian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The general direction of the plot shouldn't change. The Sorting Hat's bizarre song had startled him just now.

"Shilam Yulian Black!"

When Professor McGonagall announced the second name, the entire hall first fell silent, then whispers spread like an autumn wind through a rice field.

"Black? Which Black?"

"Is there still anyone in the Black family this generation?"

"It's probably just a Muggle-born wizard."

The discussions at the Slytherin table weren't loud, but everyone wore expressions of confusion or contemplation. Prefect Gemma Farley and Marcus Flint exchanged glances.

A man in black, resembling a bat, at the faculty table, suddenly turned his head upon hearing the name "Black," his face showing shock and anger. However, upon seeing Yulian's eyes, he froze. He then cast a questioning gaze towards Headmaster Dumbledore in the center of the seating.

Old Dumbledore maintained his smile, showing no other reaction, indicating he was aware of the situation.

Yulian, at this moment, also maintained the same smile as Old Dumbledore and walked forward at an unhurried pace.

"Ron, why is everyone reacting so strongly to the surname Black?"

"Oh, Harry. I'd be surprised if I didn't know about your relationship with him."

"Why?"

"You know, your parents had a friend named Sirius Black, and he's the one who betrayed your parents. Of course, I know this Yulian is not related. He's a relative on your mother's side. But others don't know."

When Yulian put on the Sorting Hat, the entire Great Hall fell silent. The surname Black carried too much heavy history. All eyes focused on Yulian.

The Sorting Hat was on his head, obscuring part of his vision.

"Hmm..." an old and wise voice sounded directly in his mind, "Interesting, very interesting. Clear streams flowing from ancient glaciers. Interesting."

"Is this what you see? Mr. Sorting Hat," Yulian activated chat mode.

"I don't use Legilimency, I'm just sensing. Mr. Black. Let me give you an analogy, do you understand?"

"Oh, please continue."

"You have the courage of Gryffindor, but you don't like the spotlight; you have the ambition of Slytherin, but you despise scheming; you admire the loyalty of Hufflepuff, but you find them too conventional; you crave the knowledge of Ravenclaw, but you find them too boring;..."

"So," Yulian replied in his mind, "can I request to be a day student and switch houses every day?"

The Sorting Hat seemed amused, letting out a low chuckle. "You are smart, child, and also... cunning. But deep down, what you truly desire is freedom, and change."

"So, where do I go? How about Hufflepuff? It's closer to the kitchens."

"Since that is the case, then I shall follow your wish, Helerawenclaw!"

"What?"

"The Sorting Hat is mumbling."

The young wizards below started whispering again.

"Where did you say?" Yulian was a little confused himself.

"Ravenclaw. I don't know what happened. I originally wanted to say Hufflepuff, but something changed when the words came out. It was as if some power in your mind made me change my words."

"Alright then, Ravenclaw it is."

Yulian lazily stood up and slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

At this moment, in the Magic Resonance Library in his mind, Murphy lazily stood up and slowly walked towards the depths of the bookshelves.

Yulian arrived at the Ravenclaw table. The students here were slightly fewer than in the other houses.

As soon as he sat down, a tall, handsome boy leaned over and extended his hand to him. "Hello, I'm Robert Hilliard, the Ravenclaw boy prefect, and also the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."

"Hello, I'm Yulian Black. I've just come from France, please take care of me."

"France? Oh, forgive me for asking, do you have any relatives in the British wizarding world?"

"Oh, yes, I do." Yulian paused deliberately, and Robert raised an eyebrow.

"Among them, my mother's maiden name is Evans. I wonder if you have any impression," Yulian said with a smile.

"Evans? No impression?" Robert was a little confused.

Just then, a senior girl with light brown hair came up from behind, covering her mouth. "My goodness! Lily Evans?"

"Yes, Lily Evans is my maternal aunt."

Seeing that the boy still didn't understand, the light brown-haired girl said directly, "Harry Potter's mother's maiden name was Evans, Lily Evans."

"Oh, heavens! So you're Harry Potter's...?"

"Hmm, distant cousin, I suppose."

"So that's how it is. By the way, this is Penelope Clearwater."