Chapter 82: Making History, the Collapse of the Sorting Hat "Azkaban!" This high-pitched scream echoed under the dome of the Hogwarts Great Hall, freezing the atmosphere in an instant. The expectation and smile on Dumbledore's face froze in an instant and turned into disbelief. Professor McGonagall's eyes revealed fear. Even in Quirrell's mind, Voldemort's voice paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing. "Azkaban?" "Hahahahaha, has the hair oil on this lousy hat made its brain sticky?" And after the laughter, Voldemort's voice gradually became more curious. "Or does the young wizard Charles Evans really have such potential?" "Is he so evil that the Sorting Hat sent him to Azkaban?"
"What else did he do besides robbing Knockturn Alley?" At this time, there was also a lot of noise in the Hogwarts Great Hall. All the eyes, some curious, some frightened, some in awe, converged on Charles. Ciel was filled with righteous indignation and pulled off the Sorting Hat. "Azkaban? How am I related to Azkaban?" "slander!" "This is blatant slander!" At the same time, Charles was confused. Is the Sorting Hat's Legilimency so powerful? With my attainments in brain occlumency, even if I only opened a small hole and allowed it to read a little bit of my thoughts, it would only be able to read my strongest thoughts at the moment. The Sorting Hat couldn't read my memories or see what I had done, so how could it have put me in Azkaban? How about destroying the Sorting Hat now, so that there is no evidence to prove anything? Fortunately, just before Ciel was about to take action, Dumbledore waved his wand. "quiet!" The originally noisy hall immediately fell silent, as all sounds were silenced by Dumbledore's spell. Charles was startled. He felt the strength of Dumbledore's Silencing Charm. If he didn't have the Dragon Armor Charm as a magical protection to offset it, he would probably be unable to make any sound for a while. That means that you won’t be able to chant the spell, and your strength will drop drastically. Just from this one spell, we can tell that Dumbledore, holding the Elder Wand, has probably already used the spell to its maximum strength.
If confronted head-on, even Voldemort, who had seven Horcruxes and whose magical power was off the charts, would not be able to hold out for long. A deep blue reminder sounded in Charles' mind as well. "The host has obtained high-level materials for the Silence Spell. The points required to perform the Silence Spell in the future have been greatly reduced." Upon hearing this reminder, Charles' eyes suddenly lit up. Dumbledore is bursting with gold coins? Then can we find more opportunities for Dumbledore to take action in the future? How much high-level materials can be obtained and how many points can be saved! At the same time, Dumbledore came to the center of the hall, picked up the Sorting Hat, and then he understood the previous reason. After finding out why the Sorting Hat put Charles into Azkaban, Dumbledore's expression changed and he looked at Charles with a mixture of laughter and tears. "When the Hogwarts sorting system was established, the creators had already imposed countless restrictions on the Sorting Hat. In the subsequent admissions, hundreds of loopholes were plugged to ensure that the Sorting Hat sorted students in the most reasonable and fair way." "As a result, the magic on the Sorting Hat has not needed any adjustments for hundreds of years." "But I'm afraid that starting today, the Sorting Hat will have to add a new restriction." "You can't put a little wizard into Azkaban just because he wants to cook the Sorting Hat." "Ciel Evans, I have to say that you have made history at Hogwarts." "But I sincerely advise you that the Sorting Hat really hasn't been washed for a thousand years, so no matter how strong the seasoning is, it may not be able to cover the smell of hair oil on it." "Don't, really don't, cook the Sorting Hat. I don't want the whole Hogwarts Castle to be filled with the smell of grease..." When Dumbledore's voice was heard in the hall, the silencing spell was immediately lifted, but everyone in the hall was still in shock, and it took them a long time to recover. One after another, their gazes fell on Charles with admiration in their eyes. Especially the Hufflepuff wizards, they were almost worshipping Charles. They thought Hufflepuff was the best house at cooking, and they had tried all kinds of magical ingredients. But I never expected that there would be such talent? Want to take a bite of the Sorting Hat? When it comes to eating, Hufflepuff would like to call Ciel the best! Immediately afterwards, some little witches screamed in fear. When they put on the Sorting Hat, they were so nervous that they didn't react much. Now that they had come to their senses and heard Dumbledore himself admit that the Sorting Hat had never been cleaned for thousands of years, the smell of greasy hair seemed to be overwhelming them, making them feel uneasy and they wanted to find a place to wash their hair as soon as possible. After this farce, Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat. "Okay, now it's time to sort the houses seriously." But even with the patch on it, the Sorting Hat still refused to be worn on Charles's head. "Dumbledore, I tell you, he is serious, this little devil is serious, he really wants to eat me." "I could just feel his saliva was flowing like crazy."
"Watch your things carefully, or he might chew your wand if you're not paying attention!" "As for the sorting, let him choose whatever he wants. Anyway, please keep me away from Charles Evans, and don't let him know where I'm kept. I don't want him to pry open the door and cook me one day." Dumbledore's face was full of helplessness. "How can it be that exaggerated?" "It's normal for a little wizard to be a little greedy. You think too much, Sorting Hat." "How could Mr. Ciel pry open the door and cook you? Such a cruel thing, a little wizard would never do..." After some persuasion, the Sorting Hat reluctantly re-carried out the sorting process. It was placed back on Ciel's head, whispering in Ciel's mind. "Where should I assign you, Charles Evans?" "You have courage, I am sure of that. You should have the courage to do some incredible things." "Of course, you also have a passion for knowledge. I sense you also have quite a voracious appetite for those ancient magical books." "Ambition, and no lack of it." "As for your pursuit of delicious food, you are even more intense." "All four colleges are suitable for you, what do you think?" In response, Charles asked. "Which academy can eat more magical delicacies? Which academy can be exposed to the most magical materials?" The Sorting Hat said immediately. "Of course it's Hufflepuff." "Hufflepuffs themselves are very keen on food. Many of the delicious foods that have been passed down in the wizarding world to this day were created by Hufflepuffs. The students of this academy are also very keen on eating. They have a separate small kitchen that is open 24 hours a day!" "At the same time, Hufflepuff has always produced many magical herbalists who have access to a variety of rare herbs. They are also very good at breeding magical animals..." Before he finished speaking, Charles made his choice without hesitation. "Hufflepuff!" When this shout was heard, warm applause also echoed from the Hufflepuff table. Countless Hufflepuff wizards looked at Ciel with eyes welcoming a god. They were sure that when Charles, the first little wizard in a thousand years who thought of using the Sorting Hat to make delicious food, joined the Hufflepuff House menu, many more interesting things would appear. At this time, Charles slowly stood up, slowly stretched his hand towards the Sorting Hat on his head, and said something sincerely to the Sorting Hat in his heart. "I'm sorry, Grandpa Sorting Hat. I was just a little greedy. I didn't expect to give you such a big scare." "I just thought you were an ordinary magic hat, but who knew you were really a unique sorting hat with life, thoughts, and thousands of years of history?" "If I had known this earlier, how could I have planned to attack you?"
"Will you accept my apology?" The Sorting Hat's shock gradually subsided, and it felt a little guilty. Although I was frightened, how could I shout out the Azkaban school in public? This had a very bad impact on the little wizard. It's rare that this kid actually apologized to me. Yes, he was just a little greedy. Ignorance is not a crime. So the Sorting Hat said kindly. "It's okay, kid. I want to apologize to you, too. What I did just now was inappropriate..." Without waiting for the Sorting Hat to finish, Ciel said urgently in his mind. "Then can I go talk to you, Grandpa Sorting Hat, when I'm free?" "I feel like you speak very nicely, you are knowledgeable, and you are very humorous. Alas, I don't have many friends, I don't fit in, and I can't play with children..." The Sorting Hat immediately said happily. "Of course, kid, to be honest, it's only taken out once a year, and I'm also very lonely, and I really want to find someone to talk to." "I'm in the second cabinet in the third row on the left side of the principal's office. If you want to talk to me, you can come to the principal's office to find me." "The password to the principal's office is some weird dessert, a pile of cockroaches or something like that. You just have to try them one by one according to Honeydukes' candy list..." Just as the Sorting Hat was talking incessantly, Charles slowly opened his mouth and took it off his head. "The principal's office is in the third row, second seat on the left hand side after entering the door, right? I remember it." At this moment, the Sorting Hat was stunned. "???" "Fuck, is he trying to trick me?" "#￥%￥!" "Dumbledore, Dumbledore, I want to move Dumbledore!" But before the Sorting Hat could even utter a word, Charles waved his wand and tapped it lightly. A silencing spell silenced the Sorting Hat's voice. The Sorting Hat's eyes were bloodshot and it was mumbling something. It stared at Dumbledore, hoping that Dumbledore would make the decision for it. "Dumbledore, do something, Dumbledore!" "Speak up, in broad daylight, and Charles Evans won't let me!" Then, with the Sorting Hat looking expectant, Dumbledore took action. He cast another Silencing Charm on the Sorting Hat.
Merlin, the hat was noisy, and tonight had been noisy enough, and Dumbledore didn't want to cause any more trouble. At the same time, Dumbledore gave Charles a look of praise. "Nice Silencing Charm, Ciel, ten points for Hufflepuff!" For a moment, the Sorting Hat was stunned. "grass." "This world... may it be destroyed." Today I will add another 3,000 words, thank you all for your support. (End of this chapter)