Hogwarts: A bit rebellious is the Dark Lord?

"I wonder if there's a cleaner Sorting Hat? I feel like it's all starched. "

Ryles pointed to the dirty Sorting Hat, his face full of disgust, there was nothing strange about it, otherwise he would have turned around and left.

It's not that he deliberately did things this time, it's really... I can't stand it!

He wasn't afraid that the Sorting Hat would peek into his inner secrets, after all, Occlumency wasn't learned for nothing.

The main thing is this... It's dirtier than you think, and the pulp is a bit euphemistic, really.

[Professor McGonagall is speechless +9, Dumbledore is funny +11, others are happy +157, and irritation +13!]

Ryles touched his nose, it seemed that he wasn't the first to complain about the Sorting Hat.

On the high platform, Snape frowned: "This kid really dares to say anything!".

"Can't you dare to say anything? I think this kid is funny, Severus, don't be so old-fashioned. Flitwick asked with a smile.

It's an indisputable fact that the Sorting Hat is indeed dirty, and if it weren't for the magic to remove the smell, it is estimated that this banquet hall would not be able to treat people.

Snape gave him a faint look, "I'm not being old-fashioned, I just think he's wasting his time, I still have potions that haven't been made." "

Flitwick spread his hands, saying that there was nothing he could do, that he was not proficient in potions, and that there was nothing he could do to get Ryls not to waste his time.

"Severus, it's a freshman today, I don't think you should be so serious, or those little wizards will be afraid of you. "

Dumbledore tilted his head and pulled out two strange beans from his sleeve, "Would you like some?

Snape gave him a blank look, and Dumbledore understood what he meant, so he regretfully put the strange bean in his mouth.

When eating, I don't forget to cover it with my sleeves, which is quite a taste of stealing snacks in class.

Dumbledore laughed, "Hey, strawberry-flavored, I'll just say I'm lucky!".

Several professors rolled their eyes in unison, and no one took the old urchin's words, and Dumbledore was not annoyed, but just shook his head regretfully.

He muttered 'No one understands my happiness, it's too superficial!'

"Little wizard, I don't think you should come to Hogwarts, you should go straight to Azkaban!!".

"I'm so clean, my spirit is so noble, you actually say I'm dirty, but I'm carrying four... Woooooooooo

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall pinched the fold that resembled his mouth, forcing it to shut up.

Professor McGonagall said with a smirk, "You know, not only does this thing not care about hygiene, but it is also very nagging at times, and I have wanted to give it a clear spring several times. "

"But it's right, it carries the will of the four, and we should respect him, Ryles, do you say yes?".

[Professor McGonagall +9, others +51, Impatience +25!].

Ryls touched his nose and said no more, or he would definitely be the target of public criticism.

After all, there are several young wizards behind him who have not been assigned an academy. If you waste any more time, you will definitely be able to fill up their resentment.

Ryles sat down in his chair, "Professor McGonagall, after the sorting ceremony, please help me wash my hair with a spell, preferably without messing with my hairstyle." "

Since you can't resist, then accept it, if you can't change the world, then change yourself.

Still, he wrote down a comparison for the Sorting Hat in the little notebook in his mind.

......

On the evening of September 1st, the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony.

The

Sorting Hat refuses to wash itself, and I want to wash my hair, so I keep this account in preparation for cruel revenge against it in the future!

......

"Would you like to add some shampoo to you? The shampoo I use is pretty good, it's very fragrant and nourishing... Ahem, it's time to sort. "

Professor McGonagall didn't react until she was halfway through, and quickly coughed dryly to change the subject, as she snapped the dirty Sorting Hat onto Ryles' head.

The Sorting Hat pouted: "Well, it is undeniable that although you are very naughty and have a bad personality, you are very talented, and your magic reserves are the most small wizards I have ever seen. "

"You're smart and you like to read, you should be a good fit for Ravenclaw, no, no, let me think again. "

"You're brave and a good fit for Gryffindor, it's not right where you're going to be a brave lion, let me think again!".

It's hard, it's really hard!

Ryles's fists burst out with green tendons, this thing is definitely deliberate, it is a deliberate waste of time!

Wait, don't let it taste the speed drum washing machine, and he'll live with this hat for the rest of his life!!

The

Sorting Hat seemed to sense his anger and grinned, "I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet, it's not over yet." "

"I think you're a good fit for Hufflepuff, where you'll be taught to be a solidarity and love to everyone around you...!".

Before it could finish its ramblings, it was interrupted by Ryles's cold face: "Have you ever tried the taste of being thrown in a whirlpool?"

"I can assure you, I'll cast a spell on the drum washing machine and make it spin so fast that it will definitely make you 'dry!clean!clean!'

".

The

Sorting Hat shuddered, "Slytherin, this guy must go to Slytherin!".

"For Merlin's sake, get me off his head!!!!"