Chapter 88

Darren noticed that Harry seemed to have communicated with the Sorting Hat for a long time.

The teachers around had anxious expressions, only Dumbledore wore a smile, seemingly knowing what had happened there.

"Gryffindor!"

After a long silence, the Sorting Hat finally shouted loudly.

"We have Potter!"

"Great!"

"Harry Potter belongs to Gryffindor!"

"Harry Potter!"

"..."

In the Great Hall, the Gryffindor table boiled over.

Professor McGonagall seemed to want to maintain order, but she herself couldn't help but reveal a smile.

Finally, Gryffindor quieted down.

Only then did she continue to read: Darren Potter!

"Potter?"

"Who is this?"

"Harry Potter's brother?"

"How come I've never heard of him?"

"..."

Darren didn't expect he could also receive everyone's attention.

His face was flushed red, looking extremely cute.

Professor McGonagall patted his shoulder soothingly and whispered: "Go on, child, don't be afraid!"

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall!"

Darren thanked her earnestly.

Professor McGonagall's smile grew even wider.

"Go on, polite good child."

Darren walked "obediently" to the side of the Sorting Hat, carefully picked up the hat, and placed it on his head.

"Ah, what a kind, good child; no one has ever treated a hat so politely."

Darren heard Mr. Sorting Hat laugh softly.

He grinned shyly.

【Ding, Legilimency detected, do you want to disguise your memories?】

【Disguise, pass over what I'm thinking.】

Darren wasn't surprised that the hat could use Legilimency.

He just didn't know if Dumbledore had intervened.

The boy received the acceptance letter and smiled happily.

The boy stopped a bullying incident against a Muggle.

The boy told everyone that life is equal.

The boy stood in front of the girl he had just had a conflict with.

The boy helped up the red-haired girl and kindly coaxed her with candy.

The boy enthusiastically helped the black-haired boy enter the station and happily went out to wait for his brother.

The boy saw his brother enter Gryffindor, and he thought, I can't embarrass my brother.

"I don't like looking at these."

Mr. Sorting Hat said with some regret.

It didn't really like looking at things that made it feel a bit sad.

That would make it, a hat, feel uncomfortable.

Although it had no heart.

It was just a hat that could think.

"Child, let me think... you could go to Ravenclaw; I see you yearn for knowledge.

You could also go to Hufflepuff; the children there should like you very much.

Hmm, you want to be closer to your brother?

Then you could go to Slytherin; the children there have ambition, and there are bad children, but perhaps you could also make very good friends.

Oh oh oh, it's really close there; most Slytherin classes are together with Gryffindor!

Why can't you go to Gryffindor? Is it because you lack courage?

No no no, child, don't worry so casually; the hat won't let you go to Gryffindor because you have too much courage.

The hat has seen your memories; you always block danger for others. If you entered Gryffindor, the hat worries that one day you will die while blocking a curse for someone else.

The hat thinks you should become more cunning, or perhaps, on you, this word isn't a bad word at all!"

Darren felt the Sorting Hat turn a circle on his head as if in a great mood, then continued:

"Cute little guy, the hat likes you very much; I hope you can come to Dumbledore's office to play with the hat often in the future.

Yes yes yes, I live there. As for your final house, don't worry, I have already made a decision—Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat shouted loudly.

Darren stood up with a "bewildered" expression.

Not just him, everyone in the Great Hall was stunned.

Harry Potter's brother actually entered that gathering place for dark wizards.

"I knew it, I knew it; how could someone who hangs out with that woman be a good person?"

Ron's voice also rang out.

Darren's face suddenly turned pale.

He hurriedly looked toward Harry, as if seeking his comfort.

Harry looked back blankly.

To be honest, he still hadn't reacted to it until now.

The boy who helped him on the train earlier was actually his twin brother, Darren Potter.

But thinking of the things Ron said on the train, Harry still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

That Voldemort killed their parents; how could Darren go to the house that guy came from?

Especially when he heard what Ron said.

"How could someone who hangs out with that woman be a good person?"