"How can they accurately assign us to which college?" The brown-haired otter frowned, a little confused.

"My uncle said he wanted to fight the troll." Neville looked horrified, holding his toad in his hand. The poor little thing kept struggling.

"The four giants all did this." The Sorting Hat said in a nostalgic tone, "They all left their own inheritance."

Harry nodded. It was rumored that Slytherin had left a secret room in the castle. Only the true heir of Slytherin could open the secret room and obtain his inheritance.

"Then how can I really get the Sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked again.

Ron clenched his fists and looked at Harry: "Fred, one of my brothers, said he had to pass a test, which would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking on me.

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"I really don't know how you pulled it out. You can only pull it out when you need it."

Harry interrupted: "As long as I draw the sword, does it mean that I am qualified to participate in the trial?"

Professor McGonagall put on the sorting hat, and after enduring the slightly noisy ditty, the first-year students all understood that they did not need to fight the trolls, as long as they put on the dirty hat.

Neville lowered his head.

"You should have heard...the legend of the secret room?"

"Of course, the hat won't do. I belong to Hogwarts now."

"Can you read minds?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

He doesn't believe this.

McGonagall raised her head and looked at Dumbledore.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Harry pursed his lips and couldn't let go of the sword - a witcher needs a long sword in his hand at all times.

The Sorting Hat continued to yell.

"And the results of the sorting——"

"Whoever draws the sword of Gryffindor naturally belongs only to Gryffindor!"

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