"Azkaban!"
The shrill scream echoed beneath the vaulted ceiling of Hogwarts's Great Hall, instantly freezing the atmosphere.
The anticipation and smile on Dumbledore's face stiffened at once, turning into disbelief.
Professor McGonagall's eyes filled with horror.
Even in Quirrell's mind, Voldemort's voice paused for a moment before bursting into laughter as though he had heard the funniest thing imaginable.
"Azkaban?"
"Pfft, hahahaha! Did this lousy hat get so clogged up with hair grease that it fried its brain?"
After laughing, Voldemort's voice gradually became more curious.
"Or does this little wizard, Charle Evans, really have that kind of potential?"
"Is he really so evil that the Sorting Hat actually wants to send him to Azkaban?"
"Other than ransacking Knockturn Alley, what else has he done?"
By then, the Great Hall had erupted into an uproar.
Curious, terrified, and awestruck gazes converged on Charle.
Charle, meanwhile, was righteously indignant as he yanked off the Sorting Hat.
"Azkaban? What does Azkaban have to do with me?"
"Slander!"
"Blatant slander!"
At the same time, Charle was deeply confused.
Was the Sorting Hat's Legilimency really that powerful?
Given his mastery of Occlumency, even if he had opened only a tiny gap and let it read a few thoughts, it should only have been able to read the thoughts strongest in his mind at that moment.
The Sorting Hat couldn't possibly have read his memories or seen what he had done, so why had it sorted him into Azkaban?
Should he destroy the Sorting Hat now and eliminate the evidence?
Fortunately, before Charle could put that plan into action, Dumbledore flicked his Wand.
"Silence!"
The noisy Great Hall immediately fell silent as Dumbledore's spell silenced every sound.
Charle's heart skipped a beat.
He could sense how powerful Dumbledore's Silencing Charm was. Without the Dragon Armor