Slytherin: "Quick, Sort Him into Slytherin!"

"Down with the pure-blooded reactionaries! Establish an equal Wizarding World!"

"Down with the three great mountains of the Wizarding World! Victory belongs to the new government!"

"Rebellion is not a crime, revolution is justified!"

The streets of central London were teeming with people, as countless Muggle-born from all corners of the Wizarding World gathered together to break the dark rule and establish an equal government for wizards.

On the high platform, a man whose face was covered by black mosaic was giving a passionate speech. The Muggle-born below cheered and shouted excitedly time and time again, as if they would immediately pick up their wands and transform into powerful warriors, charging into the Ministry of Magic at the first command.

The once bustling Diagon Alley has become a slaughterhouse for Pure-blood wizard. Countless Muggle-born wearing black armbands rush into one Pure-blood wizard shop after another. Then, accompanied by a few mournful and regretful cries, a few terrifying green figures flash by in the shops, and then the noisy shops return to silence.

Countless Pure-blood wizard had previously lorded it over Muggle-born were now being driven into the streets like pigs and sheep. They were paraded through the streets under the control of Muggle-born, with wooden plaques around their necks bearing the words "Pure-blood Scoundrels."

Hogsmeade, the most famous wizarding town in the Wizarding World, was also transformed into a living hell amidst the turmoil.

Posters of all kinds covered every corner of Hogsmeade, and every day countless pure-blood nobles were brought to the town center for trial.

The fanatical Muggle-born held daily parades through the town, their deafening shouts shaking the entire Wizarding World.

Finally, what appeared before the Sorting Hat was Hogwarts, the place where it had worked for thousands of years.

The Sorting Hat hesitated to look, unsure whether it was a fantasy Lester had conjured up in his mind or the future of the Wizarding World.

"Violence, bloodshed, slaughter! The Wizarding World will become a slaughterhouse!" The Sorting Hat went mad, its mournful screams echoing wildly in Lester's mind.

At this moment, Lester, who was completely unaware of the situation, was utterly dumbfounded.

Damn it, wasn't it supposed to be that as long as you let his brain run wild, he could be assigned to a different department? Why is he still yelling inside his own head after all this time?

What the hell did the Sorting Hat see that made it so excited?

Just as the Sorting Hat was wailing in Lester's mind, everyone else in the dining room was also dumbfounded. Although they couldn't hear the Sorting Hat's wailing, they could tell that the Sorting Hat was truly 'struggling'.

The Sorting Hat's painful grimaces didn't make them realize that it was a sign of the Sorting Hat's suffering; instead, they simply thought it was a sign of the Sorting Hat's inner turmoil.

"Hey, Sorting Hat, wake up! Don't scare me!" Lester panicked at the Sorting Hat's piercing scream.

Normally, even if Mount Tarzan collapsed right in front of Lester, he wouldn't panic. But now, he was genuinely starting to panic.

If the Ministry of Magic is full of incompetent fools engaged in power struggles, then Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the most powerful institution in the entire Wizarding World.

The greatest white wizard of the 20th century, Albus Dumbledore! The Half-Blood Prince, Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape! The Transfiguration Master, Minerva of Gryffindor, McGonagall! The Duel Champion, Head of Ravenclaw House, Filius Flitwick.

Dumbledore goes without saying; he's currently the strongest fighter in the entire Wizarding World.

The other four deans are all exceptional talents, each capable of taking on ten super-strong individuals.

Not to mention there were over a thousand junior wizards below the stage. If they all rushed at him, he wouldn't last a second and would be taken down immediately!

"Hat-kun, say something, Hat-kun!" Lester hurriedly tried to communicate with the Sorting Hat: "Hat-kun, really, it was wrong of me to negotiate with you before. I'll go wherever you want me to, just say something!"

Unfortunately, the Sorting Hat was terrified and could only keep shouting, "Slaughter! The entire Wizarding World is stained with blood! The Wizarding World is going to become a slaughterhouse!"

Lester: "..."

Just as Lester was hesitating whether to call in Sang Biao and the others to launch a full-scale attack, the Sorting Hat suddenly fell silent.

With the Sorting Hat incident now settled, onlookers are eagerly awaiting to know which house Lester will be sorted into.

In the silence, the Sorting Hat spoke.

Slytherin!

Immediately, as soon as the words were spoken, all the students in the dining hall subconsciously applauded. Whether it was Gryffindor, who were very unhappy with Slytherin, or Hufflepuff, who were often bullied by Slytherin, they all sincerely offered their applause.

"Ten minutes! This boy actually sorted out the departments in ten minutes! He broke a new record; he's a legend!"

Two red-haired boys jumped out of the Gryffindor dining table, holding hands and dancing and singing their newly composed songs.

"He's a legend, a legend who can make the Sorting Hat agonize for ten minutes!"

In the High Table, Professor Snape's eyes also held a hint of barely perceptible surprise. Slytherin family, he was very happy to have such a gifted child.

At the Slytherin table, the young wizards from the Pure-blood families cheered and jumped for joy. However, due to their noble upbringing, they did not go as wild as the others and remained seated steadily. Nevertheless, their happy expressions still revealed their joy.

"Which family does this boy belong to? Why have I never seen him before?"

"Could it be that yet another ancient Pure-blood families has sent an heir to emerge from seclusion?"

At this moment, they had no idea that Lester, who had made the Sorting Hat hesitate for ten minutes, was not a pure-blood at all, and was still dreaming of clinging to a powerful figure.

While everyone was cheering and jumping for joy, Lester's expression was extremely strange.

Because he was certain that the voice the Sorting Hat had just whispered in his ear was definitely not from the Sorting Hat itself.

The Sorting Hat's voice should have been cheerful, but the voice just now was incredibly cold, like a terrifying venomous snake, bringing endless chills.

That's not all. Besides the terrifying chill, the voice also carried a strong sense of authority, indicating that the speaker must have long held a high position.

"Hat Bro, are you there? Was that you who spoke just now?" Lester asked uncertainly.

This time, the hat's cheerful sound echoed in Lester's mind once again.

"What's up, little bro? Weren't we just chatting? Didn't you France a lot of beautiful hat styles? Come on, tell me more!"

Lester: "..."