It is becoming more and more intense.

Compared to the murderous Elena before, the Elena with a gentle smile now is obviously much more terrifying in the eyes of the hat.

"Oh, what are you talking about? You see, we had some misunderstandings before."

Elena said softly with a smile, as gentle as the Ravenclaw lady in the Sorting Hat's memory.

"Whether it was calling my name in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, or complaining in front of the principal, or being frightened by Professor McGonagall's power and affecting some of the justice... these things have not all happened after our simple cooperation.

Have they all turned into good memories between friends?”

"Of course, so you are here today..."

The Sorting Hat stared at Elena warily, carefully considering his words.

The Hogwarts Headmaster's Office is almost in a semi-ruined state, and this is the current situation.

During the time when Dumbledore left the castle, the Sorting Hat had to start thinking about how to protect itself.

"I heard that the Sword of Gryffindor is temporarily kept with you... As a friend, as one of the students at Hogwarts, I hope you can lend it to me for a while. Don't worry, the purpose is to go

It makes sense to dismantle the basilisk's body, right?"

Elena said openly, raising her eyebrows proudly towards the little wings behind her.

You know, the Sorting Hat usually doesn't pay attention to people.

The secret of the Sword of Gryffindor hidden in the Sorting Hat is a top secret known only to the principal.

"Uh, Deng, Professor Dumbledore, did you even tell you this?!"

The Sorting Hat was stunned for half a second, the cracked brim twitched almost invisible, and almost uttered a short and powerful Scottish dialect.

Looking at Elena who smiled and said nothing, the Sorting Hat instantly figured out most of the truth. It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. In order to appease this terrifying hybrid Veela, Albus Dumbledore connected his own phoenix.

It can be sacrificed, not to mention a hat that has changed hands dozens of times.

"Okay, okay, I understand why you're here, but..."

The Sorting Hat sighed a few times, looked at the witch not far away with a sad face, and whispered softly.

"Only a true Gryffindor can pull the Sword of Gryffindor out of the hat, Miss Caslana."

"I know, that's why I wore a Gryffindor robe today."

Elena nodded seriously, puffed out her chest proudly, and the golden and red Gryffindor emblem shone brightly in the fire.

"But……"

"Do you think I lack real courage?"

Elena blinked and gently stroked the wrinkled wizard hat.

For a moment, the room fell into silence.

Then, she felt a long, hard thing under the hat.

A shiny silver sword appeared in the hat. The hilt was inlaid with a dazzling ruby ​​that was at least as big as an egg. A name was engraved near the hilt:

"Godric Gryffindor"

Get the legendary kitchen utensil and the Sword of Gryffindor!
Chapter completed!