Professor McGonagall did not deliberately lower her voice, nor did she use any soundproofing magic, so the professors around Dumbledore also heard what Professor McGonagall said and looked at her in surprise.

Ilona, ​​who was not far from Dumbledore, also heard it and a smile appeared on her lips.

Wentworth, you have already understood the truth that you should become famous as early as possible without anyone teaching you. Before you even entered school, you already knew how to establish your own image among the freshmen. You performed better than I expected.

Ilona picked up the wine glass in front of her, raised it gently in the direction of Wentworth, took a sip, and looked very satisfied.

"Professor McGonagall, let's start with the Sorting Ceremony. We can talk about other things later."

Dumbledore spoke after waving Professor McGonagall off.

Professor McGonagall also knew that some things were not suitable to be discussed here, so she did not insist and immediately announced that the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony had officially begun.

Hearing that the Sorting Ceremony had officially begun, many freshmen showed nervous expressions. Looking at the nervous freshmen around him, Wentworth, who already knew the content of the Sorting Ceremony, just found it a little funny.

Looking around, Cassandra was the only freshman who remained relatively calm, but her originally fair cheeks had now become even paler.

And up ahead, the Sorting Hat, which had been waiting for a long time, seemed to be a little impatient.

In front of everyone, a crack appeared on the quaint hat, and a song started to warm up the voice:

"La la la Hogwarts, la la la..."

As soon as the Sorting Hat opened its mouth, many freshmen couldn't help but cover their ears, including Wentworth.

After waiting for a long time for the Sorting Hat to finish singing the song, Professor McGonagall stood next to the Sorting Hat with a long piece of parchment in her hand. Obviously, the names of the new students of Hogwarts were written on the parchment.

As Professor McGonagall called out their names, the freshmen walked forward one by one and put on the Sorting Hat, which would determine where they would live in the next few years.

"Cassandra!"

When Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Cassandra gently stroked her long golden hair, and then walked up with graceful steps.

Although she was also only 11 years old, Wentworth had to admit that he could already see the graceful figure and beautiful face of the proud girl walking past him.

As soon as Cassandra sat down and the Sorting Hat was put on her head, it said loudly:

"Slytherin, no doubt!"

Inside the Great Hall, there was a warm cheer from the Slytherin table. After all, there is no senior who doesn't like pretty juniors, right?

Upon hearing the Sorting Hat's decision, Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and then walked calmly towards the Slytherin table.

As she passed by Wentworth, Cassandra kept walking and said, "I told you I belong in Slytherin!"

Finally, after a long wait, Wentworth finally heard his name from Professor McGonagall.

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said about what happened outside the hall, as Wentworth walked towards the Sorting Hat, many professors in the professorial seats also looked at him.

After Wentworth sat down, Professor McGonagall looked at him deeply and put the Sorting Hat on Wentworth's head.

"Hiss, this is a bit difficult, really difficult. First, let's use the process of elimination. If we are not ambitious enough, let's eliminate Slytherin first."

Hearing this, Wentworth got angry and said, "Aren't you pushing me into the fire pit?" Just as the Sorting Hat was about to read out Gryffindor's name, the brain block technique that Wentworth learned before school started took effect.

In addition to preventing others from knowing one's thoughts, once one has mastered the art of brain occlumency, one can even freely construct thoughts in one's mind.

Therefore, Wentworth thought without hesitation that if he went to Gryffindor, he would find an opportunity to take the Sorting Hat for himself. After all, the Sorting Hat was an item of Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts. As a student of Gryffindor College, he was the recognized heir of Gryffindor and had the right of inheritance.

The Sorting Hat also caught Wentworth's thoughts at the same time, and swallowed the words half spoken.

The Sorting Hat murmured in a somewhat aggrieved tone:

"How can you have such a bold idea?! I have never seen such a daring student. I think you should be assigned to Azkaban!"

The Sorting Hat's voice was not loud, as if it was afraid of angering Wentworth. As a magical item with wisdom, the Sorting Hat actually felt that Wentworth could really do it! Only Wentworth and McGonagall heard the voice of the Sorting Hat. Both of them were stunned. In the eyes of others, they only saw that the Sorting Hat was mumbling something, as if it had not made a decision for a long time.

Although Professor McGonagall was frightened by the Sorting Hat's words, she had not forgotten the duties she should perform, so she coughed lightly aside.

Knowing that it couldn't delay any longer, the Sorting Hat could only say with some hesitation and even a hint of inquiry: "Let me think about it. I see. How about Hufflepuff? I think Hufflepuff is the most suitable for you, Hufflepuff!"

This time, the Sorting Hat did not sense Wentworth's objection, and shouted out Hufflepuff's name with a long sigh of relief.

Hearing the name of their own house, there was also a warm cheer from the Hufflepuff table. Among them, there was one person cheering the loudest. Wentworth looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Cedric.

After the Sorting Hat was taken off his head by Professor McGonagall, Wentworth walked straight to the Hufflepuff table.

At this time, Cedric said something to the classmate next to him and actually left a seat for Wentworth next to him.

Seeing Wentworth coming over, Cedric stood up and hugged Wentworth, and they sat down together.

"I never thought you would actually come to Hufflepuff!"

Cedric said still in disbelief.

Wentworth said with a smile on his face:

"Hufflepuff has always been my dream!"

Wentworth's words made the surrounding Hufflepuff students look at him with admiration.

"Why? Most of the freshmen want to go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. There are also many pure-blood wizards who regard Slytherin as their dream. Few freshmen want to come to Hufflepuff?"

Cedric asked, somewhat confused.

“Because it’s close to the kitchen!”

Wentworth said as a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)