As soon as Professor McGonagall left the room, the whispers of some first-year students came from the room again. Of course, what everyone is most concerned about at this time is the branch office. So now the words Hugo hears are basically asking how the branch office is.

In addition to asking the little wizards of the students next to them, most of the little wizards either remain silent or mutter something. Perhaps because the atmosphere became dull, the students who asked about the school were branching the school just now also shut up.

Hugo heard Hermione beside her keep muttering something, as if she was reciting the texts and mantras he had recited before. Seeing her sister so nervous, he habitually reached out and held Hermione's hand that seemed a little cold. This was a way for the two of them to comfort each other when they were nervous.

This was quite effective. Although Hermione did not stop memorizing the contents of the textbooks, she at least did not tremble gently all over her body with excitement.

"Oh my God--" Several exclamations suddenly came from the first-year freshmen. Hugo was attracted by the exclamation and raised his head, but found that there were about twenty ghosts suddenly jumping out from the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts slid across the room, whispering to each other.

The ghosts rarely pay attention to the first-year students below, as if they were arguing about something. A chubby little monk said, "I should forgive, I should forget it, I said, we should give him another chance-"

"My good monk, don't we give Pipi Ghost enough opportunities? But he gave us all the bad nicknames. You know, he can't even reach a minimum ghost - I said, what are you doing here?" A ghost wearing a wheel-shaped wrinkled collar tights suddenly discovered the freshman.

No one answered, including Hugo. After all, seeing ghosts from the computer screen and actually meeting ghosts gives people a completely different feeling, so Hugo is also in shock now.

"Freshman!" the chubby monk smiled at them. "I think I'm probably going to take the test?"

Perhaps because this monk ghost looked very kind, several brave freshmen nodded silently. After seeing their questions received a positive response, the fat monk ghost seemed a lot excited. "I hope you can get Hufflepuff! I used to study in that academy."

At this time, a professor was back, and the ghosts floated through the opposite wall and disappeared. "Now, lined up in a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshman, "Follow me."

Everyone followed Professor McGonagall out of the room, walked through the foyer, and passed a double door behind to enter a luxurious restaurant. The remaining six graders were already sitting around the four long tables according to the academy. Thousands of floating candles in the air above the table illuminated the entire restaurant.

"This candle must have been magically applied." Venetto leaned forward and whispered to Hugo. "If it were the ordinary candle we used before, even if the number of candles on it doubled, it would not be possible to illuminate this place so well."

Hugo admitted that what Venetto said was right, at least if it was an ordinary candle, it would be impossible for a wizard to not drip any wax oil. So it should not be difficult for the wizard to make the candle brighter on this basis.

There were shining golden plates and high-footed wine glasses on the four tables. There was another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which was the seats for teachers.

Hugo recognized Principal Dumbledore at first sight because his silver beard looked so dazzling that it was difficult for everyone entering this restaurant to ignore it. Next, he recognized other professors one after another. After all, the professors at Hogwarts were quite distinctive in terms of appearance, and it was difficult for people to recognize them.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students there and asked them to face all the senior students in a row, with teachers behind them. The candlelight swaying, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns. The ghosts were also mixed with the students with hazy silver lights.

Then she gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-grade freshman, and took out a pointed wizard hat from somewhere and placed it on the four-corner stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty. Hugo always suspected that it was probably not cleaned up in the past thousand years of the hat being made, but theoretically, it shouldn't be too difficult for the wizards to release a spell to clean it up.

So Hugo suspects that this may be because, as a magical creature that has been through more than 1,000 years, even the hat that was released by the four giants back then has become extremely fragile because of the passage of time, and cannot even withstand any magic or purely manual cleaning.

Unlike the habit of restoring cultural relics as old as the old in Hugo's motherland in his previous life, Europe and the United States are more accustomed to repairing cultural relics as new. Just like for bronze ware, Chinese archaeologists usually leave rust and patina that does not affect the strength of the vessel when restoring bronze ware, but Western archaeologists will clean the surface of the vessel.

So, under normal circumstances, as a magic prop that is so important and even representative of the entire British magic world, neither Hogwarts nor other institutions in the UK will let the branch hats be ragged into this way. Unless they really can't clean up and fix it.

Just as Hugo was thinking about this problem, the hat trembled slightly, and then the frequency of shaking became larger and larger. At the same time, a wide crack was cracked on the edge of the hat, like a mouth - and then began to sing in a very strange tone:

You may think I am not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a hat that is more beautiful than me, I can eat myself. You can make your bowler hat black and shiny, and make your top silk hat smooth and crisp, but I am the magic hat used for Hogwarts test, so I am naturally superior to your hat.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind cannot escape the magic hat golden eyes. Put them on and try them. I will tell you which college you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there are bravery buried in the heart, their courage, courage and generousness that make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, and the students of Hufflepuff are persevering and honest, and not afraid of hard labor; if you are smart, you may enter the wise old Ravenclaw, who are wise and knowledgeable, will always meet their fellow men there;

Maybe you will join Scattering, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will do whatever they can to achieve their goals.

Come and wear me! Don’t be afraid! Don’t panic! You are absolutely safe in my hands because I am a magic hat that can make you think!

After the song ended, the audience applauded thunderously, but Hugo felt that the song "Hat" was so ugly, so everyone seemed so happy when it stopped singing.

The magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stopped moving. Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever I call my name now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the branch."
Chapter completed!