The lyrics generally explain that the Sorting Hat only needs to be worn, and then detail the characteristics of the four Houses.
Gryffindor is resilient and brave, Hufflepuff is upright and loyal, Ravenclaw pursues knowledge, and Slytherin is ambitious.
After the song, the entire Great Hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.
Harry clapped, looking at Ron with an indifferent, half-smile.
Ron scratched his head awkwardly: "I'm going to kill Fred, he tricked me."
Charlie's expression, however, was a bit grim.
From what the Sorting Hat implied, it could see people's hidden thoughts.
What if the Hat discovered he was a transmigrator?
The wizarding world shouldn't be into that slicing and dicing research, right?
"Your Majesty, rest assured, what our foolish monarch system produces is always of excellent quality. A mere hat like that cannot see through Your Majesty's true identity."
The system, for once, said something sensible.
Charlie felt a little relieved.
Professor McGonagall took out a long piece of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stool."
"Hannah Abbott!"
A little girl with two golden braids walked forward, her face flushed.
She tremblingly put on the Sorting Hat and sat on the stool.
After a few seconds, the Hat shouted: "Hufflepuff!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers, and Hannah walked over, smiling.
"Susan Bones!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Terry Boot!"
"Ravenclaw!"
The sorting continued.
Charlie noticed that some students were sorted immediately after putting on the Hat, while others had to wait for a while.
"Hermione Granger!"
The little Witch with thick brown hair nervously stepped forward.
She put on the Sorting Hat and sat on the stool for nearly a minute.
"Gryffindor!"
Hermione walked towards the Gryffindor table with a sigh of relief.
"Draco Malfoy!"
The platinum-haired boy strutted forward arrogantly.
The Sorting Hat had barely touched his hair when it shouted: "Slytherin!"
Malfoy walked contentedly towards the Slytherin table, glaring fiercely at Charlie as he passed.
"Harry Potter!"
When Professor McGonagall called this name, the entire Great Hall fell silent.
Everyone craned their necks, wanting to see the famous boy.
Harry nervously stepped forward and put on the Sorting Hat.
Time passed incredibly slowly; everyone held their breath, waiting for the result.
After nearly two minutes, the Sorting Hat finally spoke: "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
"We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"
Harry excitedly walked towards the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Hermione, who had been sorted into Gryffindor earlier.
The sorting continued.
"Neville Longbottom!"
The round-faced boy trembled as he stepped forward.
To Charlie's surprise, Neville was also sorted into Gryffindor.
He didn't look like he had much courage.
"Ron Weasley!"
Ron walked forward, his face pale.
The Sorting Hat had barely touched his head when it shouted: "Gryffindor!"
Ron walked towards the Gryffindor table with a sigh of relief, and the Gryffindor students cheered for him.
Because Charlie's surname, White, starts with 'W', he was almost at the end of the list.
"Charlie White!"
Finally, it was his turn.
Charlie took a deep breath and walked towards the Sorting Hat.
Everyone's eyes were on him.
Over at Gryffindor, Harry and Ron watched him nervously.
They both hoped Charlie would be sorted into Gryffindor so they could stay together.
If Charlie knew their thoughts, he'd probably run to another House overnight; who wants to stay with two boys when there are sweet, soft girl classmates?
Over at Slytherin, Malfoy sneered, waiting to see a good show.
Charlie put on the Sorting Hat, and it immediately covered his eyes.
A small voice whispered in his ear:
"Let me see your mind..."
The Sorting Hat's voice echoed in Charlie's mind, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura.
Charlie immediately felt something rummaging through his memories; the feeling was strange but not unpleasant.
"Oh, a clever mind, a desire for power, and no lack of courage..."
"Wh-what? Blow up the school?"
The Sorting Hat suddenly sounded confused.
Charlie jumped, quickly reined in his thoughts, and stopped letting his mind wander.
He had just thought about how many tyrant points he could gain if he blew up the school.
As soon as the thought emerged, he felt it was somewhat dangerous.
What if the Sorting Hat discovered his antisocial tendencies? Would it just kick him out of Hogwarts?
The Sorting Hat continued its inspection but found that the thought of blowing up the school had suddenly vanished, replaced by a blank space.
The system had intervened to cover up that thought.
"A delusion?"
The Sorting Hat pondered in confusion, then delved deeper into Charlie's mind.
It found that Charlie's mind was full of: slacking off, slacking off, girl classmates, slacking off, slacking off... These thoughts were simple and pure, completely non-aggressive, and not at all like someone who would blow up a school.
The Sorting Hat fell into contemplation.
Logically, this child was clever and ambitious, so he should go to Slytherin. But his desire for power wasn't strong; he mostly wanted a comfortable life.
Brave? Yes, but not particularly outstanding compared to his other qualities.
As for the pursuit of knowledge... this child's mind was full of slacking off and girl classmates, clearly not interested in studying.
So, there was only one choice left.
"Hufflepuff!"
The Sorting Hat announced loudly.
The Hufflepuff table immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.
"This is great, the most handsome and cutest junior is ours."
"His eyes are so dark, he looks so mysterious."
The older girls excitedly discussed, stars shining in their eyes.
They had noticed him as soon as the new students arrived. Potter or no Potter, Hufflepuff didn't care; this handsome and cute junior was what mattered.
Anyone who has dealt with older girls should know that this behavior is not strange; they are not pedophiles.
They just simply enjoy playing with good-looking and cute little boys.
This 'playing' includes, but is not limited to, doing his hair, putting on makeup, and dressing him up.
Charlie took off the Sorting Hat, looking somewhat surprised at the Hufflepuff table.
To be honest, he had originally thought he would be sorted into Slytherin or Gryffindor, not Hufflepuff.
But thinking about it, it wasn't bad; Hufflepuff people were generally gentler, and the older girls all seemed very friendly.
Over at Gryffindor, Harry and Ron looked at Charlie with disappointment.
"It's a shame Charlie wasn't sorted into Gryffindor," Ron sighed.
"Yeah, but Hufflepuff is good too; at least we can still see each other often," Harry comforted.
Fred and George were even more disappointed.
"Oh, that damned Sorting Hat must be losing its mind, sorting our like-minded companion into Hufflepuff."
They didn't look down on Hufflepuff; they just thought Charlie was more suited for Gryffindor.
Over at Slytherin, Malfoy snorted.
"Hufflepuff, indeed a weakling."
Charlie walked down from the platform and nodded to Ron and Harry.
Then he found a seat at the Hufflepuff table and was immediately surrounded by enthusiastic older students.
"Hello, junior, I'm Cedric Diggory, a third-year."
A handsome boy extended his hand, a gentle smile on his face.
"Charlie White, nice to meet you."
"I'm Jenny, a fourth-year. The girl who was just sorted into Hufflepuff is my cousin."
A blonde girl pointed to Hannah Abbott a few seats away.
"I'm..."
"I'm..."
The Hufflepuff older students eagerly introduced themselves, and the atmosphere was very lively.
After the Sorting Ceremony, Dumbledore stood up and walked to the front of the stage.
The entire Great Hall gradually quieted down.
"Welcome, everyone!" Dumbledore spread his arms, his eyes sparkling.
"Welcome to Hogwarts for the new term!"
"Before the feast begins, I have a few words to say."
Everyone watched the legendary Principal intently.
Dumbledore cleared his throat: "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
The entire Great Hall fell silent.
The students exchanged glances, not knowing what the Principal meant by that.
Charlie was stunned.
Was this old man talking to immortals?
Wasn't this a technique from that place in Northeast China? Could Britain's Northeast also be the Northeast?
But he didn't have time to think much, because mouth-watering food suddenly appeared on the tables.
Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, and various vegetables, puddings, fruit tarts, chocolate cakes... The feast was dazzlingly abundant.
Charlie's eyes lit up.
Although British food was generally hard to describe, the dishes on the table were not limited to British cuisine; most were exquisite French and Italian dishes.
Plus, he had rarely eaten such a lavish meal before, having been in the Orphanage.
Charlie immediately transformed into an eating machine, devouring everything wildly.
The feeling of tender meat juices bursting in his mouth was truly intoxicating.