At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there are four houses.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.
The four houses represent the four ideals of the school's founders.
And the formation of a person's ideals is inextricably linked to their background, upbringing, and capabilities.
By now, the division into four houses is basically equivalent to four social groups.
Although there are always exceptions, most people end up working in related fields after graduation in the house they were sorted into.
Of course, the reason isn't just the atmosphere of the house; the connections and resources they build within the school make it easier for them to develop in related fields, much like how few people who study film for years suddenly switch to scientific research.
Hogwarts houses aren't like some "black hole" majors with no job prospects; as long as you can graduate, you can make a living by following the established path.
As for Roger, he only had one thought about his sorting: as long as it wasn't Slytherin.
Given his identity, if he were to go to Slytherin, things would get very interesting! He probably wouldn't be able to focus on his studies for quite some time.
From his past life memories, the Sorting Hat's allocation considers not only a young wizard's mental traits but also their wishes.
But... it's better to ask, just in case.
Roger didn't fully trust the information from his memories, for two reasons.
First, Harry Potter has novels, movies, radio dramas, stage plays... Who knows which world line this is, and what differences there might be between different world lines? Roger had only seen parts of the movies.
Second, judging from the magical books Professor McGonagall gave him, as well as the two history books in his bag, this wizarding world is far more complex than the small glimpse shown in the movies.
It's like one state or province in a large country cannot represent the complex situation of the entire nation or even the world.
Therefore, when encountering critical issues, even with memories from his past life, Roger would analyze the specific situation.
"Hufflepuff, if possible, I'd like to go there," Hannah replied seriously.
After the little interlude just now, Hannah suddenly realized that Roger might be different from what she had previously thought.
...Could some of the legends whispered by patrons be true? She had always dismissed the outlandish rumors, believing Roger to be just an ordinary bookworm, as his demeanor in daily life showed no extraordinary aura of a leader of any faction. Now she was a little confused.
"I... I haven't decided yet," Neville said, looking a bit nervous.
But Roger could tell that while he claimed not to have decided, he already had a preference in his heart, but he just didn't dare to face that choice.
Checking grades, finding parents after causing trouble, confessing love, hesitating on major issues—these are all natural human reactions.
After thinking about the backgrounds of these two and some other information he knew, Roger nodded. He probably had a good idea of what was going on.
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The train arrived at the station, and the young wizards, having changed into their school uniforms in the changing rooms on the train, poured out of the carriages like a flowing river.
Roger and the others had boarded during the day, and by the time they reached Hogwarts, it was completely dark.
Although the school uniforms had temperature-regulating charms for warmth in winter and coolness in summer, the cold night wind on their skin was still uncomfortable.
After disembarking, the students split into two groups.
Some of the older students headed directly for the main entrance of Hogwarts.
The first-year new students had a different arrangement.
"First-year new students! First-year new students over here! Harry, come over here, how are you?"
Above the sea of heads, a tall figure said with a smile.
Beside him, a small boy wearing glasses approached.
Although it was their first meeting, Roger recognized him: Hagrid, Dumbledore's confidant and a half-giant.
"Come on, follow me, any more first-year new students? Watch your step, alright! First-year new students, follow me!"
According to tradition, all first-year new students had to retrace the path taken by the four school founders to enter Hogwarts.
They followed a long, steep, and narrow path, passing through a dark forest. At the end of the path, they could see a vast and majestic castle built on a hillside, and in front of the castle was a lake so deep it was impossible to see the bottom.
Near the lake's surface, small boats floated. The four founders had crossed the lake by boat and built Hogwarts on the mountainside.
"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a line of small boats docked at the shore.
Through the forest, across the lake, up the rocky tunnels, onto the damp grass, and then up a flight of stone steps.
The first-year new students arrived safely and gathered before a huge oak door.
After confirming that everyone had arrived, Hagrid knocked three times on the door.
When the door opened, Roger saw a familiar face: a tall witch in a emerald green robe, Professor McGonagall.
After Hagrid handed them over, McGonagall scanned the students, paused for a second on Roger, then withdrew her gaze and led the new students inside Hogwarts, beginning to explain the sorting process as they walked.
"Huh?!" Roger exclaimed in surprise.
Although some of his memories were blurry, he wouldn't forget the famous scenes from the movie.
Shouldn't Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter's first encounter as rivals be happening now?
Had fate already shifted? The moment he saw the Sorting Hat, Roger instantly suppressed that particular surprise.
He knew his own test was coming next.
The Sorting Hat of Hogwarts had the ability to read minds and see directly into one's heart; this was something he absolutely had to be careful about. If anything went wrong at this stage, he feared it would be worse than falling into Azkaban! For Roger, it didn't matter if future intelligence was exposed; he was a prophet, after all, as everyone knew.
Even revealing that he had died and come back to life would be fine. Magic, after all, had some very strange phenomena, and physical death wasn't considered true death among wizards.
But he absolutely could not reveal that he was from another world, or who knew what kind of trouble that would cause! Roger had his own way of dealing with it.
Legilimency? That was indeed a method, but firstly, doing so would be too deliberate, and secondly, Roger currently had no way to learn such a spell.
Roger's method was very simple. The Sorting Hat couldn't possibly search all memories. There were plenty of people in the wizarding world who had secrets they didn't want to reveal. If it were truly that omniscient, the hat would have been destroyed long ago.
It should only be able to scan a person's thoughts at the moment and roughly judge their personality based on the disturbance of their magic and thoughts.
And that made things much easier...
As Roger prepared himself, under the expectant gaze of all the students and professors in Hogwarts, the Sorting ceremony began!
They would go up one by one, according to their names, from A to Z!
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