Harry hesitated, and continued to look over the hat, especially the lining.

The Sorting Hat twisted and screamed, "I am clean. In the past thousand years, I have never been as clean as I am now, inside and out!"

"Put me on now!"

"You were the one who threw me at the bathroom door, why are you complaining about me now?"

Harry reluctantly put on his hat.

"You are really outstanding." The Sorting Hat couldn't wait to whisper in his ear, "and you are also very brave to stand up for your friends. Ah, what a thing worth singing about."

"I have to think about how to make it into a song."

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Harry rolled his eyes.

"How boring! Gryffindor really likes to listen to my singing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, let's get down to business."

"I had originally planned to wait until you were at least in your third year before telling you about the trial."

"But you have proven yourself now. You are courageous but not reckless, determined but not too shrewd. The strong do not draw their swords against the weak. This is the philosophy of Gryffindor."

"And you succeeded. A first-year student, alone, and killed a giant monster..."

"Just say it." Harry interrupted it again weakly.

The Sorting Hat grumbled, "I'm praising you, you impatient little wizard."

"The first of the Gryffindor trials."

"You need to enter the Slytherin common room and take the Slytherin portrait - the content of the second test is on the back of the portrait."

Harry's face turned a little green.

"Isn't it a surprise?" The Sorting Hat teased, "This is a genius idea."

"Who would have thought that Gryffindor would arrange the test of his successor in the common room of Slytherin, the house founded by the person who hated him the most?"

Harry rubbed his face fiercely: "This is really a difficult problem."

"Yes." The Sorting Hat nodded its tip. "Gryffindor once said that courage is not a rare quality, but courage without brains is reckless."

"But it is often more difficult for smart people to be courageous."

Harry agreed with this statement.

Smart people... know too well how to seek profit and avoid harm. It’s not that they don’t have courage, but reason tells them to stop losses in time.

"How to get into the Slytherin common room requires use of your brain. Let me tell you, Slytherin is probably the most xenophobic..." The Sorting Hat kept on talking.

Harry took off his hat expressionlessly.

Ron looked at Harry eagerly, "What's the trial about?"

He paused: "Can you let me know?"

"You rude brat, I haven't even finished my sentence yet." The Sorting Hat yelled.

Harry poked it and said, "You are too talkative. Have you been in the office for a long time and no one is talking to you, so you have a strong desire to talk?"

Before the Sorting Hat could retort, Ron poked it again: "So, can I know what the trial is about?"

"I can only tell the content of the trial to qualified people." The Sorting Hat shook its head, "But I can't control what the heir thinks. I'm just a hat."

Ron understood, turned his head, and looked at Harry longingly again.

"I only know the first one now." Harry had no taboos. It would be beneficial for him if one more person knew about this matter and had one more perspective. "I have to find a way to get into the Slytherin common room."

Ron was startled and looked at the hat in disbelief.

What kind of test is this?

"So do you have any ideas now?" He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't find a solution. He turned to look at Harry, who had taken off his clothes, picked up his new clothes, and was about to go to the bathroom.

Harry shook his head: "My idea now is to take a shower. Do you want to join us?"

Ron was shocked: "Don't you want to take the trial?"

"That's seven years." Harry shook his head. "There's no rush. Let's go meet Hermione tomorrow and discuss it together. I'm too tired today."

"Oh, do I have to tell her about this?" Ron was stunned, feeling a little sour in his heart - it wasn't that kind of jealousy, it was just that he was the only close friend of the Savior, and now he was going to be the only one, so he no longer had that special status.

Harry nodded, "Of course, she's very smart."

"I think I've done enough to help you," Ron muttered.

Harry sighed, "I don't know who it was today. I asked him to bring the professor over, but he even forgot what I told him to do."

Ron blushed and pleaded, "Oh, no, Harry."

"Not taking a shower? Then I'll go alone." Harry shook the clothes in his hands.

Ron rummaged through the boxes and cupboards: "Wait, I'll go too."

They went down to the fifth floor, where the bathroom was. It was late and not many people were around, so it was a relatively quiet environment. Soaking in the warm hot water, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

So much happened today.

Even though he was a demon hunter, he was only eleven years old after all, so he couldn't help but feel exhausted.

What worried him most was the curse of love.

Harry was a little dazed. It was only after the conversation with Dumbledore today in the past six months that he finally felt a firm sense of belonging that he was indeed a part of this world.

Parents?

Demon hunters don't have that kind of thing.

Harry doused himself in the pool, gurgling and spitting bubbles, and Ron began to worry that he was drowning, so he struggled to get his head out.

After washing, I went back and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

There is no holiday on Halloween, and there are classes the next day - Friday is Potions class.

Snape, rarely, did not take Harry too seriously and only deducted five points from him.

Wait until the course is over.

They went to the school infirmary on the second floor to visit Hermione. When passing by Professor McGonagall's office, Harry stopped and asked Ron to wait for him for a moment.

After entering, he came out immediately after a short while.

"What's wrong?" Ron returned the bag to Harry.

Harry said in a relaxed tone: "I went to receive detention, only for half a month this time."

Ron's voice could not help but get louder: "You just finished the last time!"

"And since you saved Hermione, Professor McGonagall will give you..."

Harry waved his hand: "Keep your voice down, this is to protect me - Professor Snape was here yesterday, didn't you hear him? He wanted to give me detention."

Ron bit his lip and let out a loud click of his tongue: "I knew that Professor Snape was not a good person."

Harry didn't argue with him.

We arrived at the school clinic soon.

Madam Pomfrey was busy. When she saw Harry and the others come in, she immediately put down the things in her hands and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with you two?"

"No, we're here to visit Hermione Granger," Harry replied.

Madam Pomfrey's brows relaxed a little: "It's inside."

She walked forward and led the way.

"How's Hermione's injury?" Harry asked.

Madam Pomfrey said, "She will stay in bed for another day and can go back on Saturday night. Her injuries are not affected by magic and will be easy to treat."

As she spoke, she drew aside the curtain, "Miss Granger, someone has come to visit you."

Hermione, who was half sitting on the bed, was startled and turned to look over: "Harry, Ron, you are here?"

"Sorry." Harry deadpanned, "Yesterday..."

Hermione shook her head: "I am the one who should be sorry. If it weren't for you, I might have died when the troll hit me with that stick. You saved me."

"Look at your expression." Harry looked back, pulled the stool over and sat down. "You didn't sleep last night. Are you in pain?"

Hermione shook her head. She was indeed very haggard, with dark yellow skin and dark circles under her eyes. "I'm just thinking about something."

"Gryffindor was deducted another ten points because of me."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Didn't Professor McGonagall add another twenty points later?"

"Those twenty points are yours." Hermione emphasized, "It has nothing to do with me."

Ron added silently: "Not only will you lose points, but you will also be confined for half a month."

Hermione gasped in shock, "Another half month of detention?"

"Yes, just now, when I passed by Professor McGonagall's office." Ron added.

Hermione looked even more guilty: "I'm sorry, Harry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Harry shook his head. "If it were you, would you be willing to save me at that time?"

Hermione nodded firmly, "Of course."

Harry spread his hands: "That's good."

Hermione lowered her head. She was worried about more than just this matter.

Harry glanced at Ron. "Don't you have anything else to say to Hermione?"

Ron was stunned and clenched his fists.

Harry raised his hand and patted the back of his head gently: "Hurry up and tell me."

Ron hesitated - he had been working on the speech all day yesterday, but after a good night's sleep, he had forgotten everything. Now he could only speak dryly: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said such harsh words yesterday."

Hermione shook her head, "No, you're absolutely right."

"It's my problem."

At this point, she paused, her voice choking a little: "It's just that I still can't understand it. After all, that's the school rule."

Harry waved his wand, and the towel on the bedside table flew over and landed in Hermione's hands: "Rules are dead, but people are alive."

"You violated school rules, and the punishment you received was just a point deduction."

Ron added: "And maybe detention."

Harry rolled his eyes at him and continued, "This shows that at Hogwarts, school rules are just a light constraint. When you want to do something out of the ordinary, they are used to remind you whether you have the courage and have thought it through to bear the consequences of the matter."

"It's just a way of representing the house, Hermione, but it's not the most important thing."

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

Harry said gently, "What's most important is not the rules and regulations, but the connections between people."

He himself found it a little ridiculous when these words came out of his mouth.

Demon hunters are emotionless monsters.

Hermione's eyes gradually became firm: "Thank you, Harry, I think I understand."

Harry nodded, clapped his hands, and restrained his expression: "Then let's talk about the next thing. Yesterday the Sorting Hat told me about the trial. The first level is to enter the Slytherin common room and take away something. Do you have any ideas?"

Hermione was stunned, her face was flustered, and she was a little unprepared: "Oh... let me think about it."

Just now he was speaking such tender and warm words of comfort.

Now, such a practical topic is suddenly brought up.

Plus, she was lying on the bed - Hermione suddenly had the feeling of watching Harry putting on his pants neatly.