allendalepharm Chapter 87 Is this even possible?!
Chapter 87 Is this even possible?!
Chapter 87 Is this even possible?!
"Hufflepuff!!!"
The Sorting Hat loudly announced Lucas's Sorting results, and the Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers and applause. Hannah was so excited that she jumped up and knocked over the wine glass in front of her.
The applause from the other colleges was equally enthusiastic, because they had been waiting for far too long; it felt as if Lucas alone had spent more time on stage than all the other freshmen had combined.
The longer the wait, the later the meal would start. Now that it was finally over, everyone cheered and applauded, urging the kid to get off the stage.
But Lucas was still chatting with the Sorting Hat on stage.
"Why do you say that? Are Hufflepuffs also good at cooking?" Lucas asked.
"Ah, Helga Hufflepuff," the Sorting Hat remarked. "She possesses exceptional talent in Charms, especially Food Charms. She loves cooking and food, and single-handedly created the Hogwarts Kitchen and the Hogwarts banquet system."
Lucas was both surprised and delighted, and almost stood up.
What did I hear?
A food charm? Hogwarts kitchen? A banquet system?
On my very first day at Hogwarts, a huge surprise hit me!
Now that we know there is no magic that can make food more delicious, what is this "food spell"?
It needs to be studied! It needs in-depth study! I can't wait!
"Hufflepuff united the entire school with her food and feasts; she was such a warm person. I still remember her so clearly," the Sorting Hat said wistfully. "Always smiling, slightly chubby, oh yes, and coincidentally, she also had bright red hair just like yours!"
Do you have red hair like me?
Lucas felt a surge of warmth and delight.
So, I have a strange connection with Hufflepuff. Isn't it fate that I entered Hufflepuff?
He wanted to ask more questions, but the applause from the audience turned into extremely dissatisfied complaints and boos.
McGregor, what's he still doing on stage after the sorting process is over? Did he conjure up a steak for him from the Sorting Hat?
Having angered everyone, Lucas had no choice but to put down the Sorting Hat. He went to Ellie first and hurriedly said, "Ellie, the Sorting Hat is negotiable. If it doesn't give you the result you want, you can try to stick to your ideas and discuss it."
Ellie nodded: "Go ahead, I'll be right there."
Lucas strode over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down next to Hannah, receiving another round of applause from the table. The older students nearby leaned over to shake his hand and introduce themselves.
Hannah exclaimed excitedly, "Fantastic, Lucas, you've made it into Hufflepuff!"
Lucas was delighted: "Yes, my dream has come true!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the older students around them became even more enthusiastic and friendly.
Lucas looked up and saw Professor Sprout, a kind and gentle man, giving him a bright smile from the teachers' table. He grinned back.
Professor Sprout had been clapping the whole time, and only now did she stop. She clearly remembered Lucas earnestly saying during the summer, "I want to go to Hufflepuff, I want to be your student." Now Lucas had actually done it!
He spent so much time with the Sorting Hat; he must have been arguing with it. After all, with his brave and fearless nature, he would easily be sorted into Gryffindor.
Keeping their word, being honest, upright, and loyal—these are the qualities we Hufflepuffs love most!
Lucas will definitely become the best Hufflepuff ever!
"Congratulations... Congratulations, Professor Sprout." The young man next door, wrapped in a large headscarf, stammered, "Lulululululucas, yes, yes, a top-notch one!"
"Thank you, Quirinas," Professor Sprout quickly chimed in. "Yes, Lucas is an excellent child. But he's still just a seedling, and he needs everyone's careful nurturing."
"You must have seen the news reports. He's a very brave boy. He doesn't know any magic, yet he dared to fight a dark wizard. I dare say he'll be very interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts, so I'll have to ask you to teach him."
A blush suddenly appeared on Quirinas Quirrell's pale face: "That, that, that's right, I, I, I, I will definitely take good care of him."
Upon hearing the Sorting Hat's announcement and seeing Lucas sit down at the Hufflepuff table, Neville froze, his face turning pale.
No way, how did Lucas get into Hufflepuff?
Oh no, why am I all alone in Gryffindor? I'm starting to feel a little uneasy...
Malfoy stared at Lucas and sneered.
Where else can a mud-blooded person go besides the Rice Bucket Academy?
Be thankful, McGregor, at least there's a lousy college that's willing to take you in.
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and finally called out again.
"Next up, Ellie Jane MacFusty!"
Ellie jumped up and ran all the way onto the stage, her purple eyes sparkling.
The Sorting Hat had barely touched her long, golden-brown hair when it grinned widely: "Gran-I!"
"Hufflepuff!!!"
A deafening shout completely drowned out the sound of the Sorting Hat!
That's Ellie calling out herself!
In that instant, the hall fell silent, and everyone stared in disbelief at the girl with purple eyes.
"Oh, but you're a typical Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat whispered in her ear. "You should go to Gryffindor."
Ellie panicked, grabbed the brim of the Sorting Hat with both hands, and repeated it through gritted teeth.
"Hufflepuff!"
"No, I think it should be Gran I."
Ellie panicked and began to exert force with both hands, causing the brim of the Sorting Hat to creak and groan as it let out a terrified howl!
"What are you doing, McFastie!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed in shock.
"Listen, Sorting Hat!" Ellie ignored Professor McGonagall. "I need to talk to you! Wherever Lucas goes, I'll go! If you sort me into another house, I'll tear you in half and use you as a dishcloth in the kitchen! Let me go to Hufflepuff, now!"
"Is this how you negotiate? Can't you be reasonable?" the Sorting Hat shrieked.
Ellie continued, pressing harder: "That's my logic!"
"Get this crazy girl out of here!" The Sorting Hat was terrified and shouted, "I was wrong! This is definitely not courage, she's not suited for Gryffindor."
Therefore, only—
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"Hufflepuff!!!"
Ellie put down the Sorting Hat with satisfaction and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the brim.
"Thank you, nice hat."
Apart from a handful of people like Lucas and Hannah, no one else applauded.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Ellie as she gracefully leaped down from the stage.
There's... such a thing?!
Ellie walked confidently to the Hufflepuff table and plopped down next to Lucas.
The Sorting Hat on the stage lay limp and slumped on the stool, still trembling.
"Miss MacFastie! You've gone too far—too far!" Professor McGonagall finally recovered from her shock, her voice trembling with anger. She glared at Ellie, then picked up the Sorting Hat and examined it carefully.
But this outrageous situation left even her, a teacher with decades of experience, at a loss for words. She could only ask loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, how should we determine Miss MacFastie's actions and the outcome of her Sorting?"
All eyes turned to Dumbledore, and Ellie stood up nervously. Now she finally realized that she had done something extremely outrageous, something that would make her name in the school's history.
Oh no, am I going to get fired?
Professor Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then took the Sorting Hat, looked at it, and then glanced at the anxious Ellie.
"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I... I didn't think that much about it, I was just too anxious."
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Dumbledore's light blue eyes behind his crescent-shaped spectacles flickered, and he finally spoke.
"Now that the Sorting Hat has made its final decision, the rules of the millennia must be followed, and Miss McFastie should be sorted into Hufflepuff."
"Fortunately, the Sorting Hat was not substantially damaged. I think Miss McFastie should reflect deeply on her behavior and never do such a reckless thing again."
Ellie, overjoyed, nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, I promise!"
Professor McGonagall frowned: "But such outrageous behavior should be punished, at least by deducting points..."
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Dumbledore smiled wryly: "But this mistake happened before the Sorting Ceremony. Miss MacFastie didn't even have a house then. In fact, she wasn't a Hogwarts student until she had completed the Sorting Ceremony."
So Ellie couldn't be selected at that time?
Professor McGonagall had a stern face. Meanwhile, Professor Sprout, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Ellie and Lucas, looked on with a sense of foreboding.
Merlin, this year Hufflepuff is probably not going to be peaceful.
Dumbledore calmed the Sorting Hat down and then announced a new rule.
"The Sorting Hat represents the four great founders. Children, you must respect the Sorting Hat's decisions and must never try to influence its judgment in any other way."
Feeling the gazes coming from all directions, Ellie stuck her tongue out at Lucas.
The Sorting Hat proceeded at an astonishing speed, without a moment's hesitation.
"Ernie Macmillan!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Draco Malfoy!"
"Slytherin!"
Malfoy proudly lowered his hat.
Hmph! Do you see? Only noble purebloods can enter the glorious Slytherin!
As for Abbott, Burns, McMillan... these people were clearly members of the Twenty-Eight Clans and possessed sacred blood, yet they willingly degenerated and befriended Muggles, thus being deprived of their right to enter Slytherin and forced to go to Hufflepuff, a place teeming with good-for-nothings.
That's absolutely hilarious!
Malfoy smugly held his head high, looking in Lucas's direction. But Lucas was chatting with Ellie and Hannah, clapping politely, completely oblivious to where Malfoy had gone.
One by one, the young wizards were sorted into their respective houses, and finally it was their turn—
"Harry Potter!"
Even when the Savior appeared alone, he still drew everyone's attention. Harry sat on the bench and heard the Sorting Hat say, "It's a difficult decision... You possess the qualities of Gryffindor, but Slytherin can also help you achieve greatness..."
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"I'm going to Hufflepuff!" Harry said.
The hat seemed to choke a little; if it were drinking water right now, it would definitely be coughing loudly.
"What's going on this year? Hufflepuff has become a popular house? Even if you don't go to Slytherin, you can't go to Hufflepuff, your traits—"
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"I'm going to Hufflepuff!" Harry insisted. "My friend Lucas—"
"Ah!" the hat said irritably. "That brat! I admit he's a bit outstanding, but he can't be bisexual! If everyone's in Hufflepuff just for him, then Hufflepuff should just be renamed McGregor House!"
"I'm going to Hufflepuff!" Harry said for the third time. "I heard you. Lucas said you're negotiable, and Ellie just got it sorted out with you too. I want it too!"
Upon hearing the word "discuss," the hat jerked violently, and the hat shrieked, "Gryffindor!!! Get this kid out of here!"
Professor McGonagall practically ran over and picked up the Sorting Hat from Harry's head.
As the Sorting Hat slipped off his head, Harry heard it say one last thing: "Listen, being sorted into different houses won't affect your friendships. I must sort you according to your best qualities; it's my duty, and I'm responsible for your future."
Everyone is different; you can't be like Lucas, and you should especially stay away from that crazy girl, McFastie...
A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Gryffindor table, but it couldn't hide Harry's disappointed expression. He sat down next to Neville, and the two, now in the same boat, exchanged glances, a small comfort in his heart.
"What's wrong with you?" The girl with the other, fluffy front tooth frowned. "I think Gryffindor is a wonderful house. I've read about it in *Hogwarts: A History*... And of course, I've read about you in many other books, Harry Potter, like *A History of Modern Magic* and *Important Magical Events of the 2000s*. How many books have you read? Good heavens, I thought they'd give me some kind of entrance exam. I've memorized all my textbooks..."
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Her machine-gun-like speech made Harry dizzy, and he finally heard the last sentence of this long passage: "By the way, my name is Hermione Granger."
Harry quickly reached out his hand, trying to interrupt her as she was about to continue: "It's nice to meet you."
Two little hands clasped together.
Among Lucas's friends, Zacharys Smith was also sorted into Hufflepuff. With the last freshman sorted, Professor McGonagall rolled up her parchment, put away her Sorting Hat, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
The students' applause was already weak; they were sleepy and hungry, and their eyes were glazed over as they stared at the empty plates and cutlery in front of them.
Lucas was also filled with anticipation. He had just heard the legendary story of Helga Hufflepuff and was naturally very curious about the Hogwarts banquet and kitchen system created by this great witch.
What will we get to eat later? What exactly is the Hufflepuff's food charm?
Just as Dumbledore was about to announce the start of the banquet, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up.
All the students heard a shrill whistling sound coming from a distant place.
"They're mermaids," Dumbledore said, glancing at Lucas. "They've come for you, Mr. McGregor."
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