Chapter 8 The Tightening Curse Duet

The table on the right was filled with Hufflepuff students of all years. They clapped their hands so wildly that they almost overturned the entire hall. The fat monk also joined in the celebration.

Susan Burns, Terry Boot...

All the names that came to Gret's ears were names that he had never remembered.

The Sorting Hat did not call out the names of the houses of every student immediately. Some little wizards even sat on the stool for a long time, so long that Gret could hear the little wizards sobbing nervously.

Gret guessed that he was probably worried that he would be eliminated, so he was nervous and lost his composure.

Fortunately, no little wizard had been eliminated or assigned to Azkaban so far.

Just then, "Hermione Granger!" He finally heard a familiar name from Professor McGonagall.

Strangely, the little girl was so nervous that she almost trembled when she heard Professor McGonagall calling her name, but at this moment she was in the mood to look back at Gret.

"???" Gret was confused, because as Hermione Granger turned around, everyone in the restaurant looked at him.

Fortunately, the little girl still knew the priorities. After Professor McGonagall called out her name again, she almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put the Sorting Hat on her head.

"Difficult, very difficult. There is no lack of courage and kindness in my heart. Talent, oh, talent is also very good. I am a little distressed. Should I be assigned to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? In fact, Hufflepuff is not bad.

Little wizard, what do you think?"

Hermione didn't know in her heart. Although she had read magic books for a month, she was born in the Muggle world after all. Unlike other little wizards in the magic world, their families had recommended suitable colleges to them early.

When the Sorting Hat asked her, Hermione secretly glanced at Gretel in the team with her eyes under the brim of the hat.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have caught something and suddenly became excited. As a hat that has been put aside for many years, he likes gossip the most.

"Who is he? You want to go to the same college with him? What a pity. If he had been sorted first, I would have definitely sorted you together."

"McGreiter, his name is McGreiter. I have asked about him. I will definitely defeat him and become the best student in Hogwarts." Hermione communicated with the Sorting Hat in an inaudible voice.

The Sorting Hat was not so excited when it heard that it was just a battle between talented people and beautiful women, instead of the childhood sweethearts and innocent feelings it had thought.

"Wait a minute, you are talking about McGreiter?"

The exaggerated tone of the Sorting Hat made Hermione feel uncomfortable. How come such a shabby hat has also heard of McGreiter? Is he so famous?

The Sorting Hat didn't care about Hermione's little thoughts, but continued: "If there is only one McGarrett this year, then you can rest assured, I will sort him into Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor." Hermione took off the hat and walked towards the Gryffindor seat in confusion. She didn't quite understand what the Sorting Hat meant by the last sentence, competition, sympathy, and love.

But it's okay, the Sorting Hat said that McGarrett will definitely go to Gryffindor.

That's all, Hermione raised her nose in the direction of Grett, wait, I will definitely not lose to you.

Grett just thought that Hermione must have taken the wrong medicine, and must be incompatible, so she had to stay away from her in the future to avoid being cursed.

"McGarrett."

Hearing Professor McGonagall calling out her name, Grett rubbed her nose and walked to the stool.

The moment she saw the Sorting Hat, Grett knew what dirty meant. The edge of the hat was shiny, and a thick layer of dust was almost patina.

Resisting the urge to clean him up, Gretel put on the Sorting Hat.

"Don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor..." Gretel kept muttering.

The Sorting Hat was still recalling Dumbledore's instructions, "Don't put him in Slytherin. This child is very talented, but needs guidance. If possible, it's best to put him in Gryffindor."

He recalled Dumbledore's words in his mind, and Gretel's words echoed in the hat. If there was any roll of the eyes, he would definitely choose to roll his eyes at the two wizards, one big and one small.

He simply ignored the little wizard's mumbling, and then put the headmaster's instructions behind his mind. The Sorting Hat carefully felt Gretel's heart.

"Sure enough, as Dumbledore said, this child has a natural brain occlusion, and his memory can't be seen at all. However, you underestimated me. I am not those low-level black magic items. All I have to do is to feel the talent of the little wizard and his own characteristics with my heart." The thought of the Sorting Hat flashed through his mind, and he concentrated on feeling it.

"A sincere and friendly heart is so suitable for Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff wizards are undoubtedly the backbone of the magic world."

"Don't go to Gryffindor..." Gret continued to mutter. He really didn't want to go to Gryffindor to be a nanny for the three little ones.

"There is no lack of courage to help. Gryffindor appreciates such little wizards the most. I believe that if Godric is still here, he will definitely snatch you to Gryffindor."

"Don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor..."

Gret knew that as long as he went to Gryffindor, Dumbledore would definitely find a way to let him help Harry Potter, but he really just wanted to study with peace of mind and didn't want to take the troubled boat of the savior.

The Sorting Hat finally couldn't stand the nagging. After feeling Gretel's excellent talent, it shouted with a voice that almost broke its throat, "Ravenclaw."

After hearing that he was not a Gryffindor and was not assigned to Azkaban by the hat, Gretel didn't care about the hat almost jumping off his head.

It should be the little wizard who was assigned to Ravenclaw before. He told the seniors what happened on the way after the train. The attitude of the Ravenclaw seniors was extremely enthusiastic.

Ravenclaw College, known for its wisdom, welcomes every talented little wizard, not to mention that they are still so talented. At least, when they were Gretel's age, they also moved from the side of the train to the boat on the Black Lake half-falling and half-climbing.

The Sorting Hat, which escaped from Gretel's tight spell, seemed to have forgotten something.

It didn't notice the angry look from the eyes of the last little witch in Gryffindor at all.

Next, after a series of familiar names such as Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Neville Longbottom, and Draco Malfoy were read out, another series of names that did not exist in Grete's memory came out.

"Harry Potter."

As expected, as the name of the savior who had long been famous in the magic world was called out by Professor McGonagall, the atmosphere of the entire restaurant suddenly became enthusiastic.

The four colleges, including Slytherin, all stared at the boy who survived the disaster with round-rimmed glasses and a lightning bolt on his forehead.

Harry was very nervous. This scene reminded him of the time when he was taking the physical education test at school. At that time, everyone was staring at him, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

He felt that his legs were filled with lead. Every step he took required all his strength. He was almost nervous and cramped, and felt like he was going to faint at any time.

Fortunately, he was not far from the stool. When the hat covered his vision, Harry relaxed. He felt as safe as if he had returned to the small compartment under the stairs.

Before the Sorting Hat had time to sense Harry's thoughts, the Tightening Curse echoed in the hat again.

"Don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin..."

Book friends, the heroine won't come out so soon. What is our goal? Learning. Only learning can make Gretel happy.

Small theater

Hermione: You are trying to trick me with the hat, right? You wait. One day I will dye you green...

Hat: Listen to my explanation

Hermione (covering her ears): I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen