Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"Huh!?"

Seated, Draco's previously calm expression instantly stiffened. Google Search Reading

His eyes widened, and he almost stood up and threw his hat on the ground.

Fortunately, before the name was called, the Sorting Hat's dialogue would not be heard by others.

He slightly raised his head, his eyes constantly looking upward, staring incredulously at the Sorting Hat on his head, while questioning in his mind:

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"Are you kidding me?!"

The Sorting Hat was taken aback by this sudden question. Its expression was first puzzled, then a bit helpless, and it softly explained:

"Actually, as a Malfoy, this is indeed strange..." As he spoke, he paused, as if wanting to confirm again.

Then he continued:

"But it is indeed the case—compared to Slytherin, I think Ravenclaw would be more suitable for you. I can feel your pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. Without a doubt, if you really went to Ravenclaw, your talent would be fully developed. It is the best stage for you to freely display your abilities."

"You're talking nonsense!!"

Draco's eyes twitched, and his hands involuntarily grabbed the edges of the stool, his face gradually showing a hint of anger.

"What's wrong with Draco?"

Goyle, holding a large book in his hand, looked at Crabbe with some confusion and whispered.

"I don't know... Maybe something is wrong with the Sorting Hat?" Crabbe replied with some hesitation.

In any case, from beginning to end, neither of them had ever considered the possibility that Draco would be sorted into another house!

Because he is a Malfoy! The Malfoy family, generation after generation, has always been graduates of Slytherin House. From ancient times to the present, this has almost become an unchangeable tradition. It seems that in people's minds, this is not worth thinking about at all, but is taken for granted!

Harry frowned slightly, looking at Draco's changing expression, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

He looked at Ron beside him and asked softly:

"What's wrong with Draco?"

Ron shrugged, looking at Harry with an expression of "I just got here, how would I know so much."

But after thinking about it, he still gave his own analysis.

"Maybe... the Sorting Hat thinks he has no courage, is not smart, not diligent, and has no ambition..."

As he spoke, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of Ron's mouth.

"So... it plans to kick Draco out!"

Speaking to this point, even he himself seemed to believe it, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"..." Harry didn't speak, but couldn't help but give him a big eye roll to express his speechless mood.

He had already seen through it, his friend was really unreliable.

"... ... ... ... ..."

On the professor's seat, Charlie raised his eyebrows, subconsciously propped his arm on the table, stroking the ring on his finger while looking at Draco, even though he was facing away, he could still feel the unrest in his heart at this moment.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Professor Flitwick beside him.

Flitwick stroked his beard. Someone with wisdom like him would naturally not be more confused than Charlie. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, as if watching something interesting.

Seeing Charlie looking at him, he couldn't help but respond with a smile, quietly saying:

"Very peculiar... isn't it?"

Charlie opened his mouth, his gaze a little hesitant, but eventually turned into a smile, nodding in agreement, and said:

"Indeed... it's really incredible."

However, in his heart, a earth-shattering shock had already occurred.

Could it be that he was really going to get Draco into Ravenclaw?!

Thinking of this, Charlie's expression changed from a smile to a bit complicated.

He turned his head back again, continuing to look at Draco's back, a feeling of anticipation faintly rising in his heart for a moment.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"I don't care!!!!" Draco gritted his teeth, roaring loudly in his heart to the Sorting Hat.

"Oh... calm down, young man."

The Sorting Hat's expression gradually revealed a bit of trouble and human-like headache.

In this silence of only two or three minutes from the outside world, he had already tried several ways to persuade the child under him, telling him how suitable Ravenclaw was for him.

However, he really didn't expect that this little ghost from the Malfoy family could be so stubborn—no matter how well he spoke, he just wouldn't listen.

Seriously.

The Sorting Hat couldn't help but think:

He had been doing this job for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a stubborn little wizard.

There was no way. Finally, after experiencing some painful entanglement, the Sorting Hat finally sighed.

His tone was mixed with a bit of fatigue, and he softened a lot.

"Okay... okay..." The tip of the Sorting Hat drooped a bit, undoubtedly representing some kind of compromise at this moment.

"I can let you go to Slytherin... but..." The Sorting Hat continued.

"I want to know, what is the reason you are so eager to go there?"

After speaking, without waiting for Draco to answer his question, he thought of a reason himself, and then asked:

"Is it because of your family, the glory of your Malfoy family or something?"

"It's because of my uncle—"

Malfoy's tone became firm again. He raised his head, and the hands that had subconsciously grabbed the edges of the chair also loosened, and he calmly placed them on his lap.

"Wh-what!?"

The Sorting Hat's face showed a surprised expression. He had actually thought of countless reasons why the other party had to go to Slytherin. The so-called question, to a certain extent, was just giving himself a way out.

But this reason was something he really hadn't thought of.

After a brief moment of astonishment, he couldn't help but feel a great curiosity about this child.

"Your uncle, why? Is it because he wants you to go to Slytherin?"

"No."

Draco's gaze became more relaxed, and the determination in his eyes was simply something that children of this age didn't possess.

"It's because he graduated from Slytherin—I hope that I can follow in his footsteps, retrace the path he has taken, and finally become someone like him."

"..." The Sorting Hat was silent for a while.

"That's really interesting... What's your name, Draco? I think I'll remember this name."

"Alright... as you wish."

"Draco Malfoy, he shall go to—SLYTHERIN!!!!!"