Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

Professor McGonagall briefly told Dumbledore what happened outside the auditorium. In the end, Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Dumbledore waving his hand.

Professor McGonagall didn't deliberately lower his voice, nor did he use any sound-proof magic, so the professors around Dumbledore also showed surprise when they heard what Professor McGonagall said.

Ilona, ​​who was not far from Dumbledore, also heard it, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wentworth, you need to be famous as early as possible. You already understand it without anyone teaching you. You already know how to establish your own image among freshmen before entering school. You have performed even better than I expected.

Ilona picked up the wine glass in front of her, gently raised it in the direction of Wentworth, and took a sip, with a satisfied expression on her face.

"Professor McGonagall, let's carry out the sorting ceremony first, and we will talk about other things later."

After Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall with a wave, he spoke.

And Professor McGonagall also knew that some things were really not suitable for discussion here, and he didn't insist, and immediately announced that the Hogwarts sorting ceremony had officially begun.

Hearing that the sorting ceremony had officially started, many freshmen showed nervous expressions. Looking at the nervous freshmen around them, Wentworth, who had known the content of the sorting ceremony for a long time, thought it was a little funny.

Looking around, among the freshmen, Cassandra was the only one who was quite calm, but her already fair cheeks were now a little paler.

And ahead, the Sorting Hat, who had been waiting for a long time, seemed to be impatient.

In front of everyone, there was a gap in the quaint hat, and a song came first and opened his voice:

"La la la Hogwarts, la la la..."

As soon as the Sorting Hat opened its mouth, many freshmen couldn't help covering their ears, including Wentworth.

After finally waiting for the Sorting Hat to finish singing, Professor McGonagall took a long piece of parchment in his hand and stood beside the Sorting Hat. Obviously, the names of the current Hogwarts freshmen were written on the parchment.

Accompanied by the names that Professor McGonagall called, the freshmen stepped forward one by one, put on the sorting hat, and the sorting hat decided where they would live in the next few years.

"Cassandra!"

After Professor McGonagall's voice fell, Cassandra gently stroked her long golden hair, and then walked up with graceful steps.

Although she was also only 11 years old, Wentworth had to admit that the haughty girl who walked past her could already see that graceful figure and that prosperous face.

As soon as Cassandra sat down and the Sorting Hat was put on her head, the Sorting Hat said loudly:

"Without a doubt, Slytherin!"

In the auditorium, there was a burst of warm cheers at the long table of Slytherin, after all, there is no senior who doesn't like beautiful junior girls, right?

Hearing the decision of the Sorting Hat, Cassandra also let out a long sigh of relief, smiled, and then calmly walked towards the long table of Slytherin.

When passing Wentworth, Cassandra kept walking and said:

"I told you a long time ago that I belong to Slytherin!"

Finally, after a long wait, Wentworth finally heard his name from Professor McGonagall.

After hearing what Professor McGonagall told about what happened outside the auditorium, as Wentworth walked towards the Sorting Hat, many professors on the professor's bench also looked at him.

After Wentworth sat down, Professor McGonagall took a deep look at him and put the sorting hat on Wentworth's head.

"Hey, it's a bit difficult. It's really difficult. First of all, we use the method of elimination. We don't have enough ambition. Let's eliminate Slytherin first."

"It seems to have the courage to see through life and death,

That being the case, then, Gran..."

Hearing this, Wentworth became anxious, didn't you push me into the fire pit!

Just when the Sorting Hat was about to pronounce Gryffindor's name, Wentworth's pre-school Occlumency came into play.

In addition to preventing others from detecting one's own thoughts, Occlumency can even construct thoughts in one's own mind at will after mastering them proficiently.

Therefore, Wentworth did not hesitate to think that if he went to Gryffindor, he would definitely find a chance to take the Sorting Hat as his own. After all, the Sorting Hat was created by Hogwarts. People, items of Gryffindor, as a student of Gryffindor College, he is the heir recognized by Gryffindor and has the right to inherit.

The Sorting Hat also captured Wentworth's thoughts at the same time, half of what he said was swallowed alive.

I saw the Sorting Hat muttering softly with some grievances:

"How could you have such a bold idea?! I have never seen such a bold student, I think, you should be assigned to Azkaban!"

The Sorting Hat's voice was not loud, and it seemed that it was afraid of angering Wentworth. As a magical item with wisdom, the Sorting Hat actually felt that Wentworth could really do it!

Wentworth and McGonagall were the only ones who heard the Sorting Hat's voice. Both of them were taken aback. In the eyes of others, they only saw what the Sorting Hat was muttering, as if they hadn't made a decision for a long time.

Although Professor McGonagall was taken aback by the words of the Sorting Hat, he still hadn't forgotten the duties he should perform, so he coughed softly aside.

The Sorting Hat, who knew he couldn't drag it on any longer, could only say with some hesitation, even with a little questioning:

"Let me think about it, I see, what about Hufflepuff? I think Hufflepuff is the best for you, Hufflepuff!"

This time, he didn't feel the Sorting Hat against Wentworth's objection, and shouted out Hufflepuff's name with a long sigh of relief.

Hearing the name of his own house, Hufflepuff's long table also gave out a burst of warm cheers, one of them cheered the loudest, Wentworth followed the sound and looked over, it was Cedric.

After the Sorting Hat was taken off his head by Professor McGonagall, Wentworth went straight to Hufflepuff's table.

At this time, Cedric didn't know what he had said to the classmate next to him, but actually left a seat for Wentworth beside him.

Seeing Wentworth approaching, Cedric stood up and hugged Wentworth, and they sat down together.

"I didn't expect that you actually came to Hufflepuff!"

Cedric said in disbelief.

And Wentworth said with a smile on his face:

"Hufflepuff has always been a dream of mine!"

Wentworth's words made the surrounding Hufflepuff students cast admiring glances at him.

"Why? The vast majority of freshmen want to go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, and there are many pure-blood wizards who regard Slytherin as their dream. Very few freshmen want to come to Hufflepuff?"

Cedric asked with some doubts.

"Because it's close to the kitchen!"

Wentworth said of course.