Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 7

Taking advantage of this gap in the sorting ceremony, Clark opened his attribute panel and focused his attention on two of them.

[Chaos Magic]: A professional specialty of the wizard, the magic of chaos flows in your body, and through fixed casting actions and spells, you can guide it to achieve any purpose you want. It should be noted that this disordered power can sometimes produce unexpected surprises! —Boy, move your hands and launch it!

[Chaos Infection (Magic Influence)]: In your personal state, the power of chaos is eroding your soul and body, and you will unconsciously tend to the chaotic camp. The more you use this power, the faster the erosion will be. —Honey, I seem to have gone crazy.

Sure enough!

Clark looked at the two state descriptions provided by the Divine Spark of Knowledge, and then compared it to the scene in front of him. With just his brains, he understood the purpose of the sorting ceremony.

This is a magical ritual of soul anchoring! To be precise, this is a camp solidification ceremony for little wizards. This ceremony has already begun when Professor McGonagall explained the situation of the academy.

When the four founders of Hogwarts established this school, in order to suppress the erosion of the chaotic magic on the little wizards, they deliberately divided the school into four colleges, and gave each college a personality division. , brave, loyal, intelligent, ambitious.

Only extremes can resist chaos. Four academies, four qualities, seven years of study and life, cooperation and competition among classmates, guide the little wizards to identify with their own academies and the corresponding culture of the academies step by step.

This subtle way of education, similar to years of psychological suggestion, cultivates students with suitable characters, which in turn affects their own chaotic magic, constrains and solidifies them, suppresses their development, but also avoids The loss of control of the magic of chaos caused these little wizards to become silent.

And the beginning of this restriction started from this sorting ceremony.

As for seven years later, when the little wizards become adults, their personalities stabilize and they have a stronger control over the magic of chaos. As long as they are not overly addicted to black magic, or suffer a major psychological blow, they can live a normal life for a long time.

It wasn't until they got older and their wills declined that they would show the chaotic side of magic again, becoming crazy and ugly, like an old witch in a horror story.

"Justin Finchley!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The sorting ceremony continued, and the hat sometimes called out the name of the house right away, but other times it took a while to make a decision.

For example, Seamus Finnigan, the brunette-haired boy in line next to Harry, sat on the stool for almost a full minute before the hat announced that he had been assigned to Gryffindor.

And Clark has already speculated based on this information that there should be no Dementor on the hat. Maybe it is just feeling the chaotic magic bias of the little wizards, so as to assign them to suitable colleges and successfully complete the soul anchoring ceremony.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put her hat on her head.

"Gryffindor!" cried the Hat.

"It should be from Ravenclaw. It seems that in the direction of constraining the magic of chaos, sometimes acquired choices are more important than talents." Clark secretly took notes in his heart.

By the same token, Neville Longbottom would have been a better fit for Hufflepuff when his name was called, but it took the hat a long time to make a decision on Neville, shouting "Gryffin" many".

As for someone like Malfoy, he got his wish as soon as he swaggered past him, screaming, "Slytherin!" almost as soon as the hat touched his head.

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, showing that he was satisfied.

At this time, there were not many people left.

Morn...Nott...Parkinson...then the Patil twins...then Sally Ann Box...and finally, it's--

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry stepped forward, there was a sudden humming murmur throughout the dining room, like the hissing of a small fire.

"Potter, is he calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

The restaurant was crowded with people, and everyone looked at him, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

Everyone's eyes were on the boy who was sitting in the chair. His body was thin and thin, and his face was mostly covered by a dirty hat. Only a few messy black hair stubbornly peeked out from under the brim of the hat. come out.

But even his ordinary or even weak appearance can't stop people from loving and admiring him.

"Gryffindor!"

The lion cubs burst into deafening cheers as the hat shouted and assigned the boy who survived to Gryffindor.

Gryffindor Prefect Percy stood up and shook his hand tightly, and the Weasley twins shouted, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Clark watched the lively scene in front of him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Somehow, a strange thought emerged in my heart.

"Clark Prewett!"

He took a step forward and stepped forward. His back was straight and his movements were calm and graceful. This was a habit cultivated by aristocratic education for a long time.

When the little wizards of the lower grades heard his name, they also made a humming whisper, but this time it was different from Harry Potter, and it was more about him, someone else's child. jealousy and admiration.

"Is that the little genius of the Prewett family?"

"He also looks very ordinary. Sure enough, the rumors are all false."

"He is so handsome and has such a temperament, I love him to death."

"You know, I danced with him at a ball last year! He's so cute." Hermione even heard someone on the Ravenclaw table behind her showing off her contact with Clark, and she felt in her heart. It's like eating a hundred lemons and the whole person is not good.

Clark ignored these noises, sat on the four-legged stool, and buckled the hat on his head.

It was pitch black in front of him, and a small voice came from his ear.

"Um... Interesting, very interesting, such a powerful control, rarely encountered such an orderly magic, you must be a good boy who obeys the rules!"

Clark only felt that an invisible force was teasing his soul, and all kinds of strange emotions and desires wanted to rise from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that under his adult self-control, he was forced down again.

But even so, some emotions were detected by the Sorting Hat.

Chapter end