Chapter 483

Hermione poked at her food anxiously; the bread was almost turning into cheese.

"Nothing will happen."

Sean replied; after Headmaster Dumbledore left, he wasn't worried at all.

He was now looking at the Sorting Hat, his gaze somewhat dangerous for the first time.

The Sorting Hat twitched its tattered brim; it seemed to have just sensed that uneasy gaze.

Who was it?

It twisted around curiously, finally meeting a pair of calm green eyes, and before long, it stiffly turned its body away:

"The old hat should have known, holding a grudge just like Ravenclaw... the old hat must hide..."

The Sorting Ceremony ended with Dumbledore, who had hurried back, speaking.

The young wizards had endless things to talk about, and they excitedly returned to their respective dormitories. The first-year freshmen naturally followed the prefects, listening to the various tall tales from the older students and letting out bursts of exclamations.

When there weren't many people left in the Great Hall, Sean and the others finally saw Professor Marcus Marcus Maige suppressing her anger, with the trembling Harry and Luo En behind her.

"Eat right here, and go back to the dormitory after you're done!"

After Professor Marcus Marcus Maige finished speaking, she raised her wand and pointed it at the table, where a large platter of sandwiches, two silver cups, and a pitcher of iced pumpkin juice appeared.

She looked like she had been angered to the core.

"I thought we were going to be expelled!"

After Professor Marcus Marcus Maige hurried away, Luo En grabbed a sandwich and said.

"Me too."

Harry grabbed one as well.

"You two are here! Where did you go? Everyone is gossiping, and the stories are ridiculous—some say you drove a flying car and were expelled from school."

Hermione was the first to rush over from the corner of the Great Hall, followed by Sean and the others.

"We weren't expelled."

Harry comforted her.

"Are you saying you really flew here?"

Hermione looked like she was about to fly into a rage.

But her words were interrupted, as a group of Gryffindors who had also been waiting here erupted into thunderous applause.

"Brilliant!"

Lee Jordan shouted,

"Truly amazing! What a spectacular way! Crashing a flying car into the Whomping Willow, people will be talking about this for years!"

"Well done,"

said a fifth-year student who had never spoken to Harry before; some people patted Harry on the back as if he had just won first place in a marathon; Fred and George squeezed to the front and asked together:

"Why didn't you call us back?"

Seeing that they were fine, Sean had already left; he was planning to go to the Headmaster's office.

Jia Siting was right beside him, still looking deeply at Harry's anxious expression.

"Harry must be in trouble again."

He said.

"Hmm."

Sean replied.

"'The Boy Who Lived', the boy who defeated the mysterious person, the boy who is famous far and wide..."

Jia Siting sighed,

"My mother said that all the gifts bestowed by fate have already been marked with a price in the dark."

His voice faded away with the cold night wind; the sky was as black as ink, as if some heavy burden were pressing down on the mountains, which was why they couldn't see the swaying branches clearly.

The Headmaster's office was empty.

Sean knocked on the door and waited at the entrance, but to his surprise, the door opened by itself.

Sean then naturally walked to the desk in the room.

On a shelf behind the desk sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat—the Sorting Hat.

Sean walked around the desk and picked up the hat from the shelf, seemingly thinking about something.

"Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the quiet riverside..."

The old hat suddenly began to sing tremblingly.

Unloyal Dumbledore... left at a time like this; unloyal stone beast, didn't even know to stop anyone; and the unloyal door, it actually opened by itself?!

It was an important asset of Hogwarts, and they just gave it to a young wizard like this?

"Relax, Mr. Sorting Hat."

Sean's mouth curled upward; it seemed Headmaster Dumbledore didn't mind him doing something.

"For the first time in centuries, I suppose the old hat owes Ravenclaw; what do you want? Or are you looking for something? Little wizard?"

Mr. Sorting Hat said helplessly.