The Slytherin's long table burst into thunderous applause, and they soon aroused serious dissatisfaction at the Gryffindor's long table.

Leading by the twins, countless little lions burst into booing in the air.

"Ding Ding--"

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Dumbledore, the principal wearing half-moon glasses at the center of the staff table, picked up a small spoon and gently tapped the wine glass beside it.

McGonagall, who understood it, glanced at the twins who were sitting obediently before calling out the next name.

The ability of these two people to make excitement is really better every year.

The auditorium, which was quiet and orderly for about ten minutes, suddenly burst into a noisy discussion.

Harry, who was called to his name, walked out of the queue blankly.

He was a little panicked and put on a hat under the gaze of the whole auditorium.

His expression looked much more nervous than Hermione and Neville.

“Gryffindor!”

Everyone, including the faculty, applauded.

"We have Potter! We have Potter!"

The twins stood up and cheered loudly under McGrath's stern eyes.

It is all fake that Vincent said he didn't envy such a passionate reaction.

But when he saw the Potion Class professor with his chin, especially his extremely hot black eyes, he suddenly shivered subconsciously.

Draco was indeed very good at hand and had already arranged Mr. Porter, who had not yet shaken his hands at this time.

"Ron Weasley!"

After Ron, the second-last, went up, it was Vincent, the only one who was still standing in the freshmen.

“Gryffindor!”

Ron, who had a blue face, immediately collapsed on the chair next to him as soon as he came to Harry.

"He is my brother!"

"Very good, Ron, that's great."

Compared with the twins' excitement, Percy's tone was just a bit exaggerated.

Before pronounced his last name, McGonagall smiled and nodded at Vincent.

"Vincent Wayne!"

The sparse discussion proves that he is also a little hot.

As the saying goes, contentment is always happy.

He put on his hat and sat down, looking forward to what will happen next.

One minute passed,

Two minutes passed...

For five minutes, Vincent and the branch hat were petrified and did not move on the stool.

"Funny kid." Dumbledore quietly stuffed a small candy into his mouth.

The last time I thought about the sequencing hat for so long was decades ago.

That little girl has grown into the vice principal of Hogwarts.

Every second the time increases, the records of this century are being broken.

Another minute passed, and Vincent finally moved his finger.

Actually, he really wanted to get up and stretch.

"What the hell are you doing?" In fact, it's not just Hermione who thought so.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes with wide open eyes were present, and they couldn't understand why Vincent wanted to change to a more comfortable position.

"Maybe it's because I have to wait a long time..."

Even if Neville's voice was small, many people still heard the silent auditorium.

This is indeed the case.

It has been ten minutes since Vincent put on the scoring hat.

McGonagall quietly came to the staff table, lowered his head and whispered with Dumbledore.

"Mr. Wayne wrote to me during the holidays to ask about magical talent."

"Minerva, we may be greeted by an unprecedented little wizard."

Dumbledore gently lifted the half-moon glasses on his nose, and his azure blue eyes focused on the most eye-catching figure in the audience.

"Abus, are we going to wait forever?"

"Of course, the branch ceremony is a tradition in Hogwarts."

McGonagall relaxed a little, "I hope I won't wait too long, or we'll have to eat until dawn"

Draco's eyes on Slytherin's long table were full of desire, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

What a wonderful thing it would be if the Sorting Hat finally said that he had no magical talent and drove Wayne out of school directly.

He felt that at that time, he might as well leave this person as the son of the school director.

Make friends?

It does not exist.

The young master of the Malfoy family asked this person to suffer in all kinds of humiliation at Hogwarts, and he could not even voluntarily drop out of school.

While he was imagining a beautiful future, a very faint voice suddenly rang out in Vincent's mind.

"Ha, finally come in-"

It seems that the branch hat is talking to him.

Vincent raised his hand and looked at the mechanical watch, muttering to himself: "Twenty-five minutes..."

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Merlin's beard! This is probably breaking the record for nearly five hundred years!"

Percy's shocked face frightened the twins.

The brother in my impression will only show a similar expression when they deduct points from Gryffindor College.

"This is enough to be written into school history..." Hermione was both happy and sad.

The Sorting Hat chattered in Vincent's mind for a long time.

It said it was very glad that it still remembered Salazar Slytherin's technique of taking the Gods,

With the wisdom bonus of Royna Ravenclaw, he was able to successfully enter his brain.

"Child, why don't you talk?"

Vincent knew this would happen.

Since he is a natural master of brain closure, even if he can speak in his mind, he will not know what he is thinking.

"Okay, I'm talking."

This was not only heard by the branch hat, but everyone in the auditorium heard it.

Soon, the auditorium fell into silence again, leaving only Vincent's muttering to himself.

"Switch it off? I don't know how to turn it off.

What should you do if you ask me? I want to ask you.

Isn't this... suitable?"

Hogwarts, a famous school in the millennium, welcomed the strongest branch problem student in history.

He had the courage to talk to himself in full view of everyone.

Excellent academic performance since childhood,

I have made several friends before I entered school.

And he was preparing to conspire to deal with the young master of the Malfoy family.

The most important point is that the Sorting Hat cannot know any of his thoughts.

Merlin is on the top, so please get this magical power.

Vincent moved his neck slightly and looked at the Gryffindor long table.

The twins blinked naughtyly,

Hermione put her little head aside.
To be continued...