Using another hat, they placed a spell that could copy thoughts.

Harry simply replied: "Can't you tell that Hagrid is attracted to a woman? Almost everyone in the school knows."

"No wonder Professor McGonagall is not angry and is still there to comfort him."

Hermione blushed and took his hand.

Ron looked at Harry and said in an even more surprised tone: "And Harry, what's wrong with you? If you have a broken lip, who else can hurt you?"

The Sorting Hat nodded, and the headlight flickered: "Can you change this light to red? The red one will look better."

"In the end, Professor McGonagall took action and sent the boy to the school doctor's office."

Lavender woke up immediately.

"They originally agreed to attend the ball together, but as soon as Fleur invited him, he immediately abandoned his girlfriend. After getting drunk, he shouted that it would be great if Miss Delacour could be his girlfriend. As a result, he was

His ex-girlfriend heard it.”

The next day, she got up early and waited for Harry to come back from exercising. The two of them cuddled up by the fireplace and read a book.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Harry said confidently, not violating the school rules at all and feeling guilty about being caught on the spot, "I'm going to do a small experiment, I will use it with Mr. Dumbledore tomorrow."

"That's just because they haven't discovered it yet!" Lavender pinched her waist and said confidently, "Miss Delacour has proven everything, Veela does have this ability!"

He did notice the scent of Hagrid and Maxim, but he didn't want to disturb others or himself, so he didn't take Hermione there.

Ron covered his face.

"She made both Harry and Hermione possible."

"Let me think about it," the Sorting Hat responded, as it was still not very adaptable to its new body.

A complex, ancient alchemy circle emerged, densely packed with ancient runes, and Ron felt a little dizzy just by looking at it.

"This kind of lamp? It doesn't seem to be able to illuminate." The Sorting Hat muttered, "What's the use of it? It doesn't look very good either."

Harry's face was expressionless and he suppressed it hard: "Does Godric know you would say such a thing?"

Hermione nodded in agreement: "Do your homework well. You haven't even finished the paper for the last dueling class."

After writing for a while, he raised his head with a resentful look on his face: "Why do I feel so wrong?"

The Sorting Hat sighed: "Okay, then how do you turn off this light?"

The Sorting Hat was excited: "Harry, this day is finally coming? But please be gentle, I have never experienced anything like this."

"Ms. Maxim?" Lavender thought thoughtfully, she was a bit slow in this regard.

"Tell me about what happened at the dance just now." Lavender poked him again, "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

Before it could finish what it said, there was a crash and the door was opened.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to it." The Sorting Hat muttered, "It seems that twisting this will make you run forward."

Harry introduced: "That is a turn signal, a traffic rule in the ordinary world. You will know it when I have time to take you for a ride."

"Try that button." Harry raised his hand to prompt.

The breath circulated and it returned to the hat.

"Aha, the scream is really loud." The Sorting Hat was a little excited, "What about this one?"

Harry had no expression on his face, put away his motorcycle, put on his hat, and was about to go back to the lounge with Hermione and the others.

"Wait!" the Sorting Hat said suddenly, "send me to the principal's office. I want to show off to Godric."

"Tomorrow, you have to come to the office tomorrow anyway."

Harry nodded in agreement, pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, activated his Patronus, and sent the Sorting Hat away under the moonlight.
Chapter completed!