The Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony takes place every year.
Everyone pays close attention, as it concerns which excellent new blood will enter their respective houses.
And this year's Sorting Ceremony is particularly eye-catching!
The savior the British wizarding world has waited ten years for has finally stepped into the magical world, and another Seer, whose legend is equally rich, is also enrolling this year.
Besides these two, many children from pure-blood families who will likely hold important societal positions in the future are also enrolling this year.
Those with a strong sense of collective identity, wanting to bolster their own faction, have been eager for this.
Draco Malfoy even tried to show friendliness to Harry Potter on the train, but unfortunately, because Ron Weasley was by Harry's side, his attempt failed.
Seek out the Seer? Draco never had that idea.
His father had told him to be wary of the Seer.
Although young, Draco, as a pure-blood 'noble,' knew that some of his family's businesses were not entirely legitimate.
If this Seer was the type to turn a blind eye, it would be fine. But if they were a scrupulous 'champion of justice,' it might cause trouble.
After all, everyone wants to know others' secrets but doesn't want their own secrets known.
Information asymmetry is a powerful and terrifying thing!
"Hufflepuff!" Hannah, the first to wear the hat, walked towards the long table where applause erupted.
As she sat down, the applause from the Hufflepuff table stopped, and everyone looked at the Sorting Hat with anticipation, waiting for the next young wizard to come forward.
Roger didn't recognize many of the young wizards who came up next.
The ones that caught Roger's attention were the Harry trio, the Malfoy trio, and Neville, who had many highlight moments.
As for the others... those who know, know.
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin... different house names cycled through the Sorting Hat's mouth.
Roger Virgil's surname, V, meant he would be among the last to be called.
The long wait made Roger so bored that his mind began to wander.
One house has students with brave spirits, one is full of knowledge and wisdom, one has students as kind and generous as a father, and the last house is proud and likes elegance...
Is there really no borrowing from anything?
"Roger Virgil!" Professor McGonagall, holding a parchment, called out the name.
Roger, snapping back to attention, walked to the front.
"Roger? Is he that legendary one..."
"He's Roger? The Seer?!" A young witch in Gryffindor, who had just sat down, recognized the person she'd met on the train.
"Harry Potter has already gone to Gryffindor. Shouldn't the Seer be ours?" some Slytherin students chattered endlessly.
"Oh, Merlin help us, I hope he doesn't come to our house. My uncle said he's a devil who's unhappy if he doesn't kill a Muggle for a day..."
"Your uncle is lying to you," a young witch from Hufflepuff defended her acquaintance.
The sounds of discussion from below rose and fell, most of which Roger couldn't hear, nor did he care to.
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, blocking his vision.
Then a voice sounded.
"You really don't want to go to Slytherin?"
"Alright, you don't need to keep saying it. Then which house do you want... uh."
During the Sorting Ceremony, there are always some peculiar children. After all, many wizards from early years were themselves oddballs, and their educational standards were truly worrying. After so many years of the school's existence, the Sorting Hat had grown accustomed to it.
But Roger was different, making it a bit more difficult.
At this moment, Roger was like a broken record, with only one thought in his mind.
'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin xN.'
Even when it spoke to him, there was no other reaction.
Well, it seemed it had to use some real skill.
The Sorting Hat concentrated and asked, "Alright, although I feel Slytherin suits you best, if you don't want to, that's fine. How about Gryffindor?"
"Do you think you are often timid?" the Sorting Hat tried to discern Roger's thoughts from his constant repetition.
"No, recklessness is not bravery. You can overcome your fears; you possess true courage."
"What do you mean by 'no regrets'? 'Though I'll face thousands, I'll still go'? Your standards are too high."
"How about Ravenclaw?"
"Not smart enough, always making mistakes?"
"Being able to face your mistakes and try to correct them, instead of compounding them and ignoring them, is already enough to be considered wise."
"If we sorted by your standards, almost no one would be admitted to Hogwarts."
"Hufflepuff... Alright, Hufflepuff really doesn't match your personality type."
The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.
Then it gave its answer.
"...Gryffindor!"
The reason the Sorting Hat gave this answer was simple: Roger's wisdom, at its root, stemmed from his courage to face anything, and a desire, similar to Slytherin's, to become stronger and gain more.
Given that he didn't want to go to Slytherin, Gryffindor was indeed a more suitable choice for him.
As this voice rang out, from the direction of the Gryffindor table, screams and cheers nearly blew the roof off the Great Hall!
Students waved their pointed wizard hats in their hands.
The Savior, the Seer, this Sorting ceremony was a grand slam for Gryffindor!
Roger looked towards Gryffindor... well, not everyone was that excited; a few individual students were a bit hesitant to look at him.
It was like Professor X sometimes wasn't too popular with people who had secrets.
After Roger sat down, the students around him immediately and enthusiastically crowded around him. With his extensive experience in commanding troops in battle and leading teams, Roger naturally knew how to interact with people; he handled the small scene with ease.
Roger noticed that the boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead, not far away, looked at him with some curiosity but didn't quite dare to strike up a conversation.
After Roger, there weren't many more people, and the Sorting ceremony ended quickly.
Then came the usual singing of the school song and the start of the feast. Headmaster Dumbledore gave the same speech as in Roger's memory, warning them not to go to the third-floor right-hand corridor and not to go into the Forbidden Forest.
While the students chattered, eating the lavish banquet and making various idle conversations, Roger's gaze occasionally drifted towards the professors' table.
However, he wasn't looking at Professor McGonagall.
He was watching Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Professor Snape, the Potions professor.
From what Roger knew, Snape was someone with sharp words who didn't like to gossip or chat about everyday matters.
Yet, at this moment, he was frequently whispering with Professor Quirrell beside him.
"...Snape has been watching Quirrell since the start of the school year?"
Roger knew that Professor Quirrell had Voldemort residing behind his head. He just didn't know if Snape was testing him or tailing him.
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