The Sorting Hat's Song!

The Great Hall was a sea of pointed black hats.

Each long table was nearly full of students, their faces illuminated by thousands of candles.

The candles were suspended in mid-air above the table.

The ghosts shimmered with silver light in mid-air.

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a buzzing sound came from the students below the Great Hall.

They couldn't believe that two wizards would hold the same position!

The Slytherin table's reaction was even stranger—no, it should be said that they were strange from the very beginning.

They looked at Riddle with eyes that were both reverent and tinged with a hint of fear.

They were all enraged when they learned that another wizard dared to share the same position with Riddle.

But the next second, Harry understood.

In the Britain Wizarding World, especially among Pure-blood, almost everyone is related.

It's inevitable that some wizarding families, like the Draco family, would know the younger version of Voldemort.

Harry didn't really know what kind of person Voldemort was.

But there's one thing Harry understands perfectly well.

You can tell from Quirrell's fate.

He is not hesitant to sacrifice the lives of his servants, and may even be prone to taking his anger out on others.

Therefore, it's understandable that these Pure-blood, or rather, Slytherin, all understood the situation perfectly.

After all, it might be to avoid being implicated by some foolish Slytherin.

They all sounded the alarm for every Slytherin —informing them of the truth that Riddle was Voldemort.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, his light blue eyes scanning the surroundings through his Half-moon Spectacles, and the Great Hall fell silent again in the next second.

The students almost all craned their necks, eager to know what Dumbledore say next.

It's normal that the ghosts aren't very curious; what could possibly happen at this school that they could be kept in the dark?

They must already know.

"Alright, this is Remus Lupin. He will be serving as an assistant instructor for Defense Against the Dark Arts for the next year." Dumbledore, looking in Lupin's direction.

Lupin stood up, and a few scattered, lukewarm rounds of applause followed.

Ryan didn't find it particularly strange.

Although Lupin wasn't dressed as shabbily as in the original story.

But with another charming Riddle around, who would think to applaud?

Moreover, it was quite obvious that Slytherin's headmaster Snape's gaze was fixed on Lupin along the faculty's long table.

The contorted expression on his thin, ashen face—more than just angry hatred.

Now, even the Slytherin who thought Lupin was Riddle's new servant, upon hearing that Lupin was an assistant instructor, dared not applaud.

After all, Lupin isn't the Dark Lord. Even if he really were the Dark Lord's servant, there's no need for him to offend their Dean.

However, Harry, Ron, Draco would naturally applaud enthusiastically.

They knew Lupin.

With their enthusiastic applause, others joined in for Harry and his friends' sake, and the applause gradually grew louder.

Dumbledore deliberately paused for a while, waiting for the applause to subside before continuing to speak.

"This is Tom Riddle, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor this semester and for the rest of the semester."

"I think everyone already knows him." Dumbledore's words had barely left his mouth.

The Slytherin table, along with the other house tables, saw students captivated by Riddle's good looks, erupt in thunderous applause.

The applause was so loud it almost knocked the ceiling off, and the flames on the candles floating in mid-air seemed to dance.

"Alright, let's continue with the sorting. The freshmen are probably going to hate me for making them stand for so long." Dumbledore said this after about ten minutes, as the applause gradually subsided.

"They should have started sorting into departments a long time ago, I'm starving!" Ron muttered.

Lisa Turpin her eyes at him—because of Ron's words and because he hadn't applauded his idol Riddle.

Then, the Sorting Hat on the stool shook, as if to remind everyone that it was about to begin, and a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and began to sing:

Don't let my plain appearance fool you.

I am the Enchanted Hat of Gryffindor,

Four great wizards,

It instilled ideas in me.

Their names have survived to this day.

I will sing it:

The desolate swamp is Gryffindor's home.

The tranquil riverbanks are the birthplace of Ravenclaw.

The open valley is the home of Hufflepuff.

The damp mudflats are Slytherin's homeland.

The brave Gryffindor walked out of the swamp

The Wisdom Ravenclaw pondered by the river.

The merciful Hufflepuff established gardens in the valley.

The cunning Slytherin hid in the mud.

Four different growth environments

Four great wizards with different personalities

A shared vision united them

The same goal led them to cooperate

Hogwarts was thus established

The four colleges were thus established.

Gryffindor welcomes brave fighters.

Ravenclaw selects intelligent people.

Slytherin nurtures ambitious young people

Hufflepuff accepts hardworking children

Come and wear me!

The Enchanted Hat, imbued with the thoughts of the Four Founders!

Do not be afraid!

Don't panic!

Let me see your mind

Which college will light up for you!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, enthusiastic applause rang out in the Great Hall.

As the applause began to subside, Professor McGonagall unrolled a large roll of parchment.

"When I call someone's name, that person puts their hat on their head and sits down on the stool."

"Once the hats are announced for each college, go and sit at the corresponding tables," Professor McGonagall told the first-year students.

"Jason Astra!" A little boy sat down shakily in the chair.

"Hufflepuff!" the Sorting Hat called out.

"This is the song it took them a whole year to come up with?"

"If you ask me, he should have given a warning— Harry, you know what I mean, it's in the Headmaster's Office, it knows—" Ron whispered to Harry as the Sorting Hat continued to sort the houses.

"One year? It has the ideas of the Four Founders. In my opinion, this is just its impromptu performance."

"What is it supposed to warn us about?" Seamus asked, turning his head.

He was drawn to Ron's words.

"Hey, you were eavesdropping on me!" Ron waved his fork unhappily.

Hunger combined with a touch of anger made his expression particularly Zhengling.

"It's because your voice is too loud!"

"I don't care to hear it!"

"You're probably just trying to brag again!" Seamus said sarcastically, turning his head away before Ron could retort.

Hermione, who was sitting not far away with Ryan, couldn't help but nod in agreement when Seamus said that Ron was loud.

"Luna Lovegood!"

"Ravenclaw!" Upon hearing Ron mention the Loony, who was still Ravenclaw, Harry couldn't help but turn his head to look at Luna, who calmly walked to the Ravenclaw table.

She didn't look like a 'Loony' at all, and she wasn't as nervous as a typical young wizard.

It's important to understand that even the most thick-skinned young wizards can easily become flustered when faced with the Sorting House.

Harry was suddenly stunned when an empty seat appeared not far from him—next to Ryan.

Luna appeared as soon as she sat down!

He just realized that the seat was empty!

This must be Ryan's doing.

This also means that Luna definitely knows Ryan.

Speechless. The Sorting Hat song is so hard to compose. It took me an hour to revise it, and I'm still not satisfied.

Normally it takes an hour, but if it's slow, a first draft of 2,000 words can be produced.

No wonder J.K. Rowling only wrote a song about the Sorting Hat in three of her seven books.