Chapter 81 Sorting Ceremony, Azkaban?! (Two in One) After hearing what Charles said, the faces of several young wizards nearby became quite strange. The black lake in sight is bottomless, as if there are countless monsters hiding in it. They were on the train to Hogwarts, but they also heard some senior students excitedly talking about many rumors about Hogwarts. Black Lake appears frequently in these rumors. Now the Charles actually said that the Black Lake was like a big hot pot? How greedy! Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing, and looked at Harry Potter and Hermione, his expression clearly revealing something. "This is what you call the most talented and outstanding student in the Muggle world?" "You don't look very smart." Hermione advised Charles with some concern.
"I heard that some mountains and lakes in the wizarding world have special magic powers, and the Black Lake at Hogwarts is one of them." "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you, Charles. You should stop staring at the Black Lake for too long, right?" Charles smiled at this, licked his lips while looking in the direction of the Black Lake, and said softly. "It's ok." "Is there a possibility that I am the abyss after all?" As he said this, Charles couldn't help but tap the wand in his hand a few times. Time and space marks burst out from the tip of the wand, appearing under the Black Lake in an instant and falling on the aquatic magical creatures. "This meat looks plump and tender, suitable for steaming." "This big octopus is great. Slice it raw and make sashimi." "This big fish is a little old, so let's just braise it..." When Ciel was muttering to himself, Hermione and Harry Potter were confused and had no idea what Ciel was doing. Ron, who was standing aside, had an expression as if he saw through everything, and he already had a guess in his mind. "It's just pretentious." "It seems that Charles Evans has discovered that he has no talent for magic, but he can't let go of his reputation and face among Muggle students, so he pretends to be profound here." "Look at him waving his wand but there's no reaction at all. Isn't that similar to me?" Thinking of this, the depression caused by Hermione laughing at his failed magic attempt on the Hogwarts Express disappeared in an instant, turning into a sense of superiority of knowing the truth. Ron was eager to see what was about to happen. "When school starts, maybe this Muggle genius will perform worse than me!" At this time, Hagrid's voice came from not far away, asking the little wizards to board the wooden boat and cross the Black Lake.
Hermione also wanted Charles to go on the boat with them, but he flatly refused. Just kidding, in just this short while, Hermione and the others were pestering him, and their chattering almost made Charles' head fall off. He could confirm once again that he didn't like children at all. No matter if it’s the Savior Trio or some other kid. Even if your original novel is extremely popular, or you are a beautiful Hogwarts campus beauty, sorry, you are just a childish kid now, don't get involved with me! Charles came to the shore of Black Lake alone, and directly turned a floating piece of wood into a wooden boat, crossing the Black Lake easily. Meanwhile, on another boat, Ron was still talking about Charles and seemed to be arguing with Hermione. "No matter how talented he is in a Muggle school, we are in Hogwarts, a school for the wizarding world. Does that mean he must be great?" "You all saw how stupid he was just now." "Also, he waved his wand so many times, but what effect did it have? Nothing!" Ron's face was full of disdain. "We just invited him to go on the boat, but he turned us down like he was avoiding the plague." "Does he think he's so great?" "It's just posturing!" "Harry is the best. He's the Boy-Who-Lived. Some say he killed You-Know-Who!" Hermione retorted bitingly. "I know Charles Evans. He is a genius, perhaps even more talented than Headmaster Dumbledore. He can learn things that others need years to learn in a short period of time. Ron, you haven't seen Charles' performance, so you can't understand it!" "His actions must have a deeper meaning, Ron, you don't understand at all!" Ron said unconvinced. "More genius than Headmaster Dumbledore? Hermione you have no idea what you are talking about." "Besides, Harry is recognized as the most powerful little wizard in the wizarding world. He is the boy who survived a disaster. Some people say that he defeated the You-Know-Who. Can Ciel be more powerful than Harry? Can he defeat the You-Know-Who?" Seeing Ron and Hermione arguing with each other, Harry Potter said in a low voice with embarrassment on his face. "Keep your voice down, we're almost there." "Will we have to hold the Sorting Ceremony after we arrive?" "Have you figured out how to deal with the Sorting Ceremony? You're not really going to let us fight some monsters, are you?" At this point, Ron and Hermione's quarrel finally came to an end, and they both began to worry about the upcoming sorting ceremony which was said to be extremely bloody and cruel. After the boat docked, the feeling of worry spread among the little wizards as if it were contagious. Only Charles didn't care about this at all. At this moment, all his attention was attracted by the nearby Hogwarts.
When you get closer, you can feel the omnipresent magic in this castle. It is no exaggeration to say that the bricks in the castle walls should all be magical. In Charles's opinion, the entire Hogwarts is simply a huge delicacy. He can get a lot of points by just picking up a brick and sucking on it! He made a rough estimate. Not counting the books, Horcruxes, basilisks, etc. in Hogwarts, and only counting the castle and its attached defensive magic, the deduction points it could provide might be even greater than that of the dragon's blood sea in Romania! Thinking of this, Charles' breathing couldn't help but quicken. He took out his mithril wand and had an urge to print a big word "拆" on the clock tower of Hogwarts. But at this moment, a surprised cry interrupted Charles' actions. The call was made by Professor McGonagall, who came to welcome the freshmen to the sorting ceremony. As a master in the field of Transfiguration, she could tell at a glance that the wooden boat that Charles was riding on was not issued by Hogwarts, but was transformed by Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall walked quickly through the crowd, looking at the wooden boat that Charles was on, and did not hesitate to praise it. "Perfect Transfiguration!" "You transformed a piece of wood into a wooden boat. Both its functionality and texture are exactly the same as the real thing. Ciel, you actually rode it across the Black Lake." "Even senior students can't do what you did. It's incredible!" Professor McGonagall's call attracted a lot of attention from the little wizards, and even their nervousness was temporarily diluted. "Transfiguration?" "That wooden boat was actually created through Transfiguration?" "You must be kidding. Isn't Transfiguration the most difficult magic subject? My brother told me that as long as a first-year student can turn a match into a needle, he is already very good." "That little wizard who turned wood into a boat?" "He hasn't even started school yet, is he going to graduate soon?" "No, isn't Hogwarts so curly?" In the crowd, Ron's eyes widened and his face turned red. Hermione was in high spirits, as if she had performed the Transfiguration herself, and glared at Ron in a demonstrative manner. Professor McGonagall looked at Ciel at this moment and liked him more and more. Isn't it a pity that such a little wizard who possesses divine magic and is so talented in Transfiguration doesn't come to Gryffindor? "If the Sorting Ceremony hadn't started yet, Mr. Ciel, I would definitely give your house an extra fifty points just for your Transfiguration." Charles smiled but sighed inwardly. No, what's the benefit of this extra point? Isn’t it just the little red flowers given out in kindergarten in the previous life? As for the College Cup, it's just a big award. Maybe the kids would enjoy it, but Ciel really had no interest in it. At this time, he reminded Professor McGonagall. "Professor, is the Sorting Ceremony about to begin?"
Professor McGonagall then came back to her senses from her admiration for Ciel's Transfiguration and hurriedly led the young wizards to the auditorium. Charles walked among the crowd, surrounded by curious looks and occasional whispers, making him feel like a member of society among elementary school students on their way home from school. He could only quicken his pace with an expressionless face, while silently saying it in his heart. “I have to apply to skip most of the classes.” "I would rather eat 100 kilograms of dragon dung than live and study with them for the next few years!" Fortunately, after entering the auditorium, the worry and tension about the Sorting Ceremony filled the hearts of every little wizard, and no one paid attention to others anymore. As for the senior students who were already seated, all of them cast their eyes towards Harry Potter without exception, and whispered excitedly about which college Harry Potter would go to. Soon, the Sorting Ceremony officially began and the Sorting Hat appeared in front of the little wizards. The first little wizard's name was called. "Hannah Abbott!" Hannah, the granddaughter of Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, who had delivered meals to Charles several times, blushed and stumbled towards the Sorting Hat. The moment it was put on, the Sorting Hat blurted out "Hufflepuff". The Hufflepuff table burst into applause, welcoming Hannah. Then there were rounds of applause. When Harry Potter put on the Sorting Hat, it fell into a long silence, and finally chose Gryffindor. The applause that erupted from Gryffindor seemed to blow the dome off. The Weasley brothers were still there shouting and cheering. "We have Potter!" "We have Potter!" And after the applause died down, another name was called. "Charles Evans!" At this moment, the young wizards who had just heard Ciel being praised by Professor McGonagall, as well as many professors in the professorial seats, all cast their eyes over here. A hint of anticipation appeared on Dumbledore's face. He already knew what Charles had just done, which was a very impressive achievement in Transfiguration. I have never taught Ciel Transfiguration, which means that Ciel learned it entirely by himself, proving that Ciel's magical talent is even higher than Dumbledore originally expected. In this way, the thug I prepared for Harry Potter will be more powerful, and I believe it can play a huge role in the cause of fighting against evil. Quirrell also turned his gaze away from Harry Potter and set his eyes on Ciel. Voldemort hissed in his mind. "Look at the disgusting look in Dumbledore's eyes as he stares at Ciel. The old man must be trying to turn this little wizard into a pawn again."
"Haha, I want to make Ciel mine and let him willingly devote himself to the field of black magic." Under these gazes, Charles calmly came to the front of the Sorting Hat. He knew the principle of the Sorting Hat's sorting, which was similar to Legilimency, allowing the Sorting Hat to judge a person's character through some thoughts. "If Occlumency is used, the Sorting Hat won't be able to read anything." "Forget it, just let go a little and end this ceremony quickly." So the next moment, Ciel reached out and put on the Sorting Hat. The first thought the Sorting Hat had when reading this was - "This hat looks very vintage. How can I make it delicious?" "How about chopping it into big pieces and stir-frying it with some spicy crayfish sauce? It's said that it's delicious when dipped into shoe soles, so it should be good when dipped into hats, right?" "Hiss, I'm greedy..." The Sorting Hat's expression froze, and then as it watched the image of frying and deep-frying that appeared in Charles' mind, its expression gradually turned into horror. The next moment, an ear-piercing scream erupted from the Sorting Hat, so sharp that it seemed to break through the sky. the Sorting Hat yelled hysterically. "Azkaban!" "It has to be Azkaban!" "Someone, come quickly, take me off this little wizard's head. My life is in danger!" Today's guaranteed update is complete, and I feel like I can write an extra update. But it will be late. (End of this chapter)
