Even though he never attended Hogwarts. But what if Grindelwald came? That meant he was sorted into Slytherin. "So...which house will Blake be sorted into in the end?" Actually, in theory. The last college Blake attended. It had to be one of Slytherin and Gryffindor. And to some extent. If this child enters Gryffindor, he might become more like Dumbledore. And if he went to Slytherin.
This child looks more like Grindelwald! Dumbledore seemed calm on the surface. But my heart is full of anticipation. Compared to Grindelwald's ambitious appearance. He still hopes that this child will be more like him. The velvet ceiling. Dotted with stars. Countless lit candles were suspended in the air. "There's a spell here." “It looks like the sky outside.” "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Hermione whispered to Black. Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool and a tattered hat in front of the little wizards. Then after reading the rules. Thus began the Sorting Ceremony. There is no such thing as a duel with a troll. There is no spell test either. Just sit on the stool. Then put on your hat.
The Sorting Hat will assign each little wizard to the appropriate college for them. While the Sorting Hat was singing with its mouth wide open. Blake looked at the professors sitting in the staff seats. Professor McGonagall stood next to the stool with a serious face. Professor Flitwick, who has goblin blood. And a head full of greasy long hair. Professor Snape in black robes. Black noticed that his eyes were fixed on Harry Potter in the group. And, of course, there's Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff. She has a natural scent of grass and trees. This gave Blake, the archdruid, a vague sense of closeness. "Let's start the sorting now." Professor McGonagall's words interrupted Black's thoughts. "Read the name that comes up." "Put on your hat and sit down." "Hannah Abbott!" Hannah suddenly heard her name. Seems very flustered. She stumbled out of the group. Sit on a square stool. Then he put on his hat. Just after a moment's pause. The Sorting Hat spoke. "Hufflepuff!" The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah. They had the largest number of people among the four long tables. The division continues. "Susan Bones!"
"Hufflepuff!" …… The number of people in the team is decreasing rapidly. "Hermione Granger!" Hermione glanced back at Black. Then he ran up in a hurry. It didn't take long. "Gryffindor!" After Hermione went down. Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on Black. Because the list was originally arranged in alphabetical order by surname. Black, whose last name also contains the letter G. It's the next one! "BLACK GREEN!" Professor McGonagall pronounced the name. She looked at Blake quietly. Then I had to admit it. The child does resemble a young Dumbledore. Especially those eyes... When I heard the name Blake. Snape's eyes briefly glanced at Black. Ah! People named Blake are not good people. So is this little thing. You can tell at first glance that he is not honest! No one with a pink face is a good person! Whether it's Potter or that Black! Blake when he heard his name.
Immediately walk to the high stool. But right now. The hall suddenly became noisy. "Oh! He was the one who killed the giant spider with his magic wand on the train!" "It really is a knock with a stick!" "So the magic wand can be used like this!" "I've decided. Next time I'll go to Ollivander and see if he can get my wand covered in metal!" "Wow! This boy is so handsome! I wonder if he would mind that I'm a few years older than him!" "What are you dreaming about! My junior is mine!" …… "Ahem! Quiet!" Professor McGonagall quickly quieted down the noisy hall. Blake stood in front of the square stool. Professor McGonagall raised the Sorting Hat. Motioned for Blake to sit down. Blake took a deep breath. Whether his brain blocking technique will be effective. Just look at today. Below, Cassandra looked at Blake expectantly. "You must come to Slytherin!" The Malfoy trio didn't even dare to look at the little devil. Then he kept praying to Merlin in his heart. "Don't ever let him come to Slytherin! Don't ever..." Blake sat down on the stool. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Black's head. The huge brim of the hat drooped. Just enough to cover Blake's eyes. In the principal's seat.
Dumbledore leaned forward slightly. His eyes were full of expectation. "Compared to Grindelwald. He should be more like me." …… Blake just put on his hat. It felt like a subtle magical power from the hat invaded his brain. Blake felt relieved.