Reborn at Hogwarts

The students waited for two full minutes, but the Sorting Hat didn't see the house Hermione should go to.

"What's going on?" Ron whispered to Harry, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I don't know either," Harry whispered.

He really didn't know what was going on.

And on Hermione's side—

"A child hungry for knowledge, eh?" said a small voice in her ear as she put on her hat. "Wish to learn more, you're fit for Ravenclaw...but all the same, I I can feel that you have extraordinary courage, and Gryffindor is also suitable for you... Difficult, very difficult."

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw," Hermione whispered.

"What did she say?" Ron asked.

"She wants to go to Ravenclaw," said Harry impatiently. Hearing Hermione's voice, he suddenly had a faint hope in his heart-will the Sorting Hat listen to the opinions of the freshmen?

If that's the case, it's a good thing for him.

"Want to go to Ravenclaw, don't you?" the small voice asked Hermione. "Ah, but I still think Gryffindor is more suitable for you."

"I want to go to Ravenclaw." Hermione raised her voice slightly.

"That's right, that's right..." The Sorting Hat said, "Very few freshmen have the courage to express their opinions and opinions, it's remarkable, it means that your courage is beyond my imagination... Then - Gryffindor !"

The Sorting Hat shouted the final decision.

There was a loud cheer from the Gryffindor table. Hermione took off the sorting hat with a dejected expression, and sat down at the long table with her head down. The senior girl next to her smiled friendlyly at her, and Hermione forced a smile too, but she still seemed not in a high mood.

"She seems very reluctant." Ron snorted, "Gryffindor is the best house, I don't understand what she is dissatisfied with."

Harry didn't answer her this time.

After Hermione, the Sorting Hat hasn't encountered such a special situation for a long time-the freshmen were quickly sorted into their respective houses, and they were all very satisfied with the results, especially the one named Draco Mal. Fuck's child, screaming, "Slytherin!" almost as soon as the hat touched his head.

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking very pleased with himself.

The Sorting Hat got into trouble again because of a kid named Neville Longbottom - he fell on the way to the stool and it took the Sorting Hat a long time to sort him into Gryffindor, Neville After hearing this, he ran away wearing the hat, and finally had to trot back again amidst the laughter, and returned the hat to Professor McGonagall.

There are fewer and fewer students who have not yet branched out.

Maughan... Knott... Parkinson... Then the Patil twins... Then Sally Ann Box... Finally, it was finally—

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward, there was a sudden humming and murmur in the dining room, like the hissing of a small flame.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

When the hat was about to be buttoned up to cover his eyes, Harry saw a crowd of people in the dining room, and everyone was looking forward, hoping to see his appearance clearly, and then there was the dark world and waiting in the hat.

...

"Why are you here? Haven't you already left?"

When the Hogwarts auditorium fell into a heated discussion, Ivan stood on the eighth floor of the castle, looking in disbelief at the black-robed wizard who was walking towards him.

Hearing this, the black-robed wizard seemed to smile.

He didn't answer, just continued walking towards Ivan.

Ivan frowned deeply.

Something is wrong!

He felt that the black-robed wizard in front of him...was a little strange.

Without any hesitation, he immediately pulled out his wand, pointed at the black robe wizard, and shouted: "Stop! Stand there!"

The black-robed wizard stopped in his tracks.

Across the long corridor, Ivan felt his eyes rest on his wand.

"Raise your hand," Ivan ordered.

The black-robed wizard didn't say a word, but raised his hands silently so that Ivan could see it.

Seeing his obedient appearance, the strange feeling in Ivan's heart became more and more intense.

Frodo's memory flashed through his mind as he had seen it in Nurmengard.

"This guy, it seems..."

Although his thoughts were running fast, Ivan's wand was always firmly pointed at the black-robed wizard.

The black-robed wizard stood there, watching Ivan quietly.

After a while, his raised hands moved suddenly, and then, under Ivan's vigilant gaze, he slowly took off his hood.

A face that Ivan was extremely familiar with yet felt strange appeared.

his own face.

"you……"

Ivan murmured.

He looked at the face of the man in black, which was almost exactly the same as his own, except that he had matured a lot, and the turbulent emotions in his heart made him run out of words for a while.

"I understand your feelings." There was a faint smile on the face of the man in black, and the strange feeling lingering in Ivan's heart kept churning, and he didn't even see a trace of sarcasm hidden in the smile, "Seeing the appearance of my future self In front of you, the mood will inevitably be a little abnormal. I have also experienced such a thing, and my feeling at the beginning was the same as yours. "

This is true... Ivan thought silently, if the man in black is indeed the future Ivan, then he must have experienced what he has experienced.

"Which point in time are you from?" Although he already had some recognition of the origin of the man in black in his heart, Ivan still didn't want to let his guard down.

"Sixth grade, Department of Mysteries." The man in black said quickly, "I was in the battle with the Dark Lord, and because of some accident, I returned to this time.

"I've seen you more than once." Ivan frowned, "On August 31, 1989, you poured me a bottle of potion, gave me the ability to cast spells, and then took Flo away." Do, sent him to Nurmengard to serve Grindelwald; you broke into the Ravenclaw common room last Christmas, blew up the Rowena Ravenclaw statue, and slammed beat me up, and then took something from the statue—so you were the one who forged the Marauder's Map?"

"It's me." The man in black smiled, "You know what? I've heard what you're saying now, and looking at you now makes me feel like time is flowing backwards."

"How did you come back?" Ivan ignored his words and continued to ask, "As far as I know, the time converter cannot reverse time for such a long time. If you are really me in sixth grade, then you There is no way to get to this point in time.”

"Oh, that's a long story—" the man in black raised his hands and walked towards Ivan, "We—"

"Don't believe him!" Suddenly, a loud roar sounded beside the two of them.

Before Ivan could react, he saw a black figure suddenly rush out from the stairwell behind the man in black, and hugged the man in black.

"You—" The man in black suddenly became annoyed. He began to struggle hard, trying to get out of the opponent's control, but the latter locked his hands firmly, making him useless at all.

"Run!" The latecomer turned his head and shouted at Ivan.

Although he immediately turned his face away after saying this sentence, Ivan still saw his appearance clearly.

At this glance, a chill suddenly rushed over Ivan's head, making his hands and feet feel cold.

The guy who rushed out from the stairwell and subdued the man in black... There was nothing on his face!