Sure enough, ten seconds later.

"quiet."

Following the dull and old voice, all the children whispering around them fell silent. It was as if someone had pressed the volume OFF button.

A thin old man with gray hair slowly turned out from behind the burning hall. He was wearing a bronze robe, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk.

This is an unknown teacher from the school.

Hoffa's breathing was a little suppressed. He didn't know why, but the moment he saw this old man, he felt that Hogwarts now might be much stricter than it would be 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the new students with his hands behind his back: "You will learn a lot at Hogwarts, but first you have to learn not magic, but discipline."

Wherever the old man glanced, the freshmen lowered their heads without exception.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin. Whichever college you are assigned to is the one you are assigned to. There is no room for argument. Come with me."

The old man finished speaking very concisely, without any intention of explaining more to them.

He put one hand behind his back and turned towards the hall, walking in a rather domineering manner.

A group of freshmen, led by the old man, walked through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, with blazing flames burning every ten meters on the walls.

Several students around said softly.

“Is that the Vice Principal Adebe?”

"...It's so fierce, even more fierce than the legend says."

"Shhh!!"

As soon as they said a few words, someone quickly told them to shut up. They looked frightened and even shrank.

Adebe Gorshak, it turned out to be him.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda, whose face was calm.

So, is this old man her grandfather? He seems really strict.

While thinking, Hoffa looked at the surrounding environment. There were no ghosts walking around here. Only the footsteps of the new students were quiet, and the oil-painted eyes on the wall slowly moved with them, but most of them remained silent.

Passing through the corridor, a group of new students arrived at the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The solemn and dim auditorium has a green-blue carpet on the floor.

The surrounding voices were a little louder, but they were all very restrained conversations in low voices. It was completely different from the free and easy chatting and laughing like on the train.

It is not as romantic as written in later novels, there are no hundreds or thousands of burning candles, and there is no warm welcome from the prefects.

The lighting here is provided by braziers.

There are braziers on the surrounding walls. Every time the freshmen walk, the braziers light up, making the hall a little brighter.

Above the ceiling dome, thousands of bright stars slowly rotated in the darkness.

Like the ancient and obscure astrology, it is unpredictable, serious and rigid.

Hoffa looked at the classroom seats in the crowd. In the middle of the classroom seats was an old man with a white beard. He had sinister eyes, a thin body, and half of his hair was bald.

Armando Dippet, current Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Just one glance at Hoffa confirmed that this guy was not a principal like Dumbledore at all.

There was no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.

It is said that once an emperor is like an emperor, there are always ministers. No wonder the whole school is filled with an atmosphere of rules and order.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore. He was sitting on the left side of the faculty chair and was talking quietly to a fat black-haired man next to him.

Hoffa saw the fat man and immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Head of Slytherin House.

The man who taught Voldemort the secret of soul splitting is back in the same position more than fifty years later.

Walking to the giant eagle statue in front of the staff table, Vice-Principal Adebe Gorshak turned around. Next to him was a blue stool.

There was a dusty and wrinkled hat on the stool.

"Line in rows."

The serious Professor Gorshak said coldly.

His voice was calm, but all the freshmen immediately followed the order and stood in a row.

Professor Gorshak then took out a long roll of parchment from his sleeve.

"Whoever hears the name, come up and wear the Sorting Hat."

"Aikalan Mitte..."

A boy ran over and put his hat on his head in a hurry. The Sorting Hat immediately shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

There was light applause from a table on the left. When these people applauded, they were quite restrained. It was not as intense as described in later books.

"Alphad Black." Gorshak continued to announce his name.

The surname Hoffa is very familiar.

Blake.

He is a member of Sirius's family.

He looked up and saw a boy in a black robe with a cold face separated from the crowd and sat on a high stool.

The sorting hat hesitated over his head for a long time, and then sorted him into Slytherin. Black frowned and seemed a little unhappy.

Hoffa watched the boy who was as old as himself walking by and wondered what relationship this man had with the future Sirius Black.

Not long after Alphard left, Hoffa heard another familiar name.

"Eileen Prince."

Prince? Erin Prince?

Half-Blood Prince Snape’s mother?

Hoffa immediately raised his head.

It was a dark-haired girl with a pale appearance, greasy hair, a lot of freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She trotted nervously to the Sorting Hat, which quickly sorted her into Slytherin.

Hoffa thought to himself that he was very wise today. These people here are all the ancestors of celebrities in the future! He was even thinking that if he got the Erin Prince just now, would he be able to become one?

Snape is his father...

Hoffa quickly shook his head. He felt that it was not good to think about such silly questions in such a serious auditorium.

Moreover, Irene is not pretty either...

The Sorting Hat is sometimes very fast and sometimes very slow.

For those who are fast, just a few seconds will do.

Some people waited for as long as a minute. During this period, everyone in the hall waited silently without making any sound.

The crowd came forward one by one. Of course, except for some big family names from later generations, it was difficult for Hoffa to hear familiar people in this sorting ceremony.

Suddenly, as Gorshak shouted: "Aglaia S. de Lasese.

A girl with blue eyes and silver hair walked out of the crowd and sat on a high stool with an expressionless face.

Hoffa's eyes widened.

It turned out that her name was Aglaia S. de Lasese. It was such a long and smelly name.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched her silver hair, it shouted: "Ravenclaw."

Damn it, Hoffa shook his head secretly. It's a pity that he is not the Sorting Hat, otherwise this guy would definitely be sorted into Slytherin.

Aglaia put down the sorting hat and walked down the steps. When she passed Hoffa, she gave him a mocking smile, as if she was mocking his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought to himself that if he were Harry Potter, this guy would definitely be a character like Malfoy...

"Tom Marvolo Riddle..."

A name from the vice principal's mouth interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He raised his head, wanting to witness this historic moment.

Tom, who was tall and tall, separated from the crowd and walked slowly to the Sorting Hat. He seemed calm, but Hoffa keenly observed that he clenched his hands and veins popped out on the back of his hands. He was obviously very excited inside.

Just one second.

Sorting Hat: "Slytherin!"

The table on the rightmost side burst into applause, which was three times more enthusiastic than the applause of the others. In such a serious atmosphere, this is already very difficult.

In less than one afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

The boy put down the sorting hat, and Hoffa actually saw a look of relief on his face.
To be continued...