Great Britain has a humid climate.

Even in September, the night is still prickly and cold.

Hagrid waved the huge oil lamp: "First year, first year! Come here, oh, Harry, are you okay? Come to me."

They followed Hagrid across the path to the lake and got on the boat.

Wandering around, heading towards Hogwarts.

A boat can accommodate four people, Harry and Ron, and the remaining two are a brown-haired buck-toothed otter who they met on the train, and a submissive little boy named Neville who looks like a fat Scottish round-faced chicken.

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"Hello, we meet again." Otter girl greeted them.

Ron responded perfunctorily: "Hello."

Harry nodded, even more perfunctorily.

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Miss Otter." Harry shook his head.

"But if you want something greater, Slytherin or Gryffindor, that's where you belong."

The Sorting Hat fell silent: "Really getting the Sword of Gryffindor is a good question."

It's magic again, magic that can change the volume of space.

"The hat also has a throat?" Harry was a little surprised.

From the outside, it was about the same size as the Wolf faction's castle, Kaer Morhen, and Harry thought he would have to live a somewhat cramped life.

They emulated the four founders' experience of discovering Hogwarts Castle, an act that was a ritual in itself?

It's not mentioned in the book, so we can only figure it out after we get to Hogwarts.

"Yes, but it must be necessary..." the Sorting Hat began, but before he could finish speaking, Harry took it off.

Harry shook his head: "I heard that Gryffindor has a sword?"

The Wolf School is the most disciplined demon hunter, and is more like the Gryphon School, with the use of magic seals, preparation before battle, and solid swordsmanship. The Bear School pays attention to a strong body, the thickest armor, and the hardest beatings.

The Cat School is more like assassins, a bunch of insane lunatics who hide in the shadows and do some despicable things.

It's a good sword.

As if the sun was clearing from the clouds, the magnificent castle of Hogwarts became clearer and more intimate in his eyes.

According to the content in the book...

Harry asked again: "If you pull out the Sword of Gryffindor from your throat, that sword will belong to me?"

"Slytherins and Gryffindors are always so pushy."

The Sorting Hat was startled: "No, sometimes I also chat with Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix."

This is nothing like the savior she imagined!

Professor McGonagall came back soon and took them into the hall - the ceiling seemed to be transparent, and they could see the stars outside.

There was a buzz of discussion in the restaurant.

"If you are a coward, you will only grow into a coward no matter where you are." Harry looked at Neville and said bluntly, "Only when you become strong in your heart can you be truly strong."

His attention was elsewhere, such as...the mixed scents underwater, one of which seemed extremely powerful; and for example...that scent entangled himself and every first-year freshman from the moment he set foot on the path.

The magical atmosphere.

Hermione covered her mouth and gritted her teeth.

At the teacher's desk, Heipaohai took the lead and sneered unabashedly.

Demon hunters also have many schools of thought, but in different schools, the skills that can be learned are different.

"Oh, no, Mr. Potter, you should say this is a long-standing vintage." The Sorting Hat's voice rang in his ears, "I'm just a hat. I also want to go to the bathroom, but no one can help me."

But when you walk in, it's huge inside.

He fell in love with it decisively.

"This is a kind of protection. Gryffindor asked the goblins to forge the sword back then, but goblins are very strange creatures. After Gryffindor died, they wanted to get the sword back more than once."

"Does it matter which college?" Harry was puzzled, "The skills learned are the same."

Under the leadership of Hagrid.

"You talk so Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat cursed, "Then, do you want to go to Slytherin?"

"Let me see you..."

"Okay, kid, restrain your greedy eyes." The Sorting Hat said with a hint of vomiting in his voice, "This sword doesn't belong to you yet, so give it back to me."

Dumbledore leaned his head forward, narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"I can only have some simple thoughts." The Sorting Hat said innocently, "After all, I am not a dark magic item. Gryffindor did not give me the ability to legilimens."

The wide brim of the hat blocked his sight, and there was a strong smell of hair oil...

"Everyone who can pull out the Sword of Gryffindor is qualified to participate in the Trial of Gryffindor. If you can pass the Trial of Gryffindor, then you can get the Sword of Gryffindor.

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"He doesn't look like the savior at all. Is he too thin?"

A contract with the castle itself?

Harry shook his head.

Just one hall is out of reach.

Harry's eyes lit up and he held out a sword flower.

It is different from the school of witchers.

"No, it's just borrowing." The Sorting Hat rejected decisively, "The sword has always belonged to Gryffindor, maybe now it should be said to be Hogwarts."

A silver sword nearly one meter long exudes a strong magical aura. Time has not left any mark on this sword, and the cold light is still compelling.

"Chatting with a bird?" Harry nodded, thoughtfully, "No wonder you talk so much."

"Potter, is that Potter?"

"Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff is the best for you. You have such a hot and sincere heart. If Hufflepuff was still here, she would love you to death."

"Yes, let me tell you, it is actually inside my body. Gryffindor has set a magic spell, and Gryffindor with courage can extract it from my body when he needs it."

The Sorting Hat introduced it enthusiastically, "It feels uncomfortable, like having your throat pulled out of your mouth."

But what happens when the hat is taken off halfway through sorting?

They walked to the castle gate and saw Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal who seemed to be untouchable. They were led to a side hall to wait.

Even a cruel being like a demon hunter would not throw an untrained child in front of demons, ghouls, and ghosts.

"Justice, bravery, intelligence." The Sorting Hat said with surprise in his tone, "He is truly the savior in the prophecy, with so many excellent qualities."

"Oh my God, look at his eyes, they look like my cat's."

Neville cried sadly: "Oh, no, then I will definitely go to Hufflepuff."

"Oh, okay, Miss Granger, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Harry nodded, changed his words obediently, and repeated the question.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise - she thought Harry would become another embarrassment for Hat, after all, Hat seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with him.

Neville tightened the rifle in his hand, and the toad let out a pitiful, feeble cry.

Those who are bold and brainless are thrown into Gryffindor, those who love learning are thrown into Ravenclaw, those who are cunning and cunning are thrown into Slytherin, and the rest are thrown into Hufflepuff.

Harry ignored the comments and glances, reached into his hat, touched the hard and cold hilt of the sword, held it, and pulled it out.

"I don't mean to discriminate against Hufflepuff, but you know, or maybe you don't know, that the little badgers are very capable, but they are too indifferent."

The four houses of Hogwarts... seem to correspond to only four qualities. As for the skills learned, they are all treated equally and are taught by the same teachers.

"It's really embarrassing for Hat."

"Without strength, even if you get the sword, it will only be snatched away by the goblins."

"Whoever's name I call will come over, put on his hat, and wait for the sorting." Professor McGonagall held a piece of parchment that reached the floor, looked serious, and then read out the first person's name.

Harry put on his hat.

Harry interrupted: "The only chance you have to talk to someone every year is during the sorting?"

Harry waited for a while before Professor McGonagall read his name.

The brown-haired otter covered his mouth and stared at Harry with wide eyes: "Who is the otter? Didn't you listen to my introduction on the boat? I am Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"Don't worry, we have already signed a contract with Hogwarts." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "Maybe... it's just a small spell to see your character and then decide which house to put you in.

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The Sorting Hat wanted to dance on Harry's head: "A metaphor is just a metaphor. Why don't you, a young gentleman, have no sense of humor at all?"

"No, you shouldn't say that about Neville." The brown-haired otter bared his teeth at him, "He, he..."
To be continued...