Chapter 316
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Mcgonagall taps her foot as she waits for Reima Ludvig to be sorted, it's quite a confusing situation as no one had ever taken this long to be sorted before, even Harry Potter only took half a minute at most. She was not the only person taking an interest in the strange situation, all of the students and staff were captivated and waiting to find out which house the boy will be thrown into, most assumed he had no bravery, cunning, intelligence or even loyalty. This would be why the hat was taking so long, because it couldn't find a viable house for him to go to. Other's thought the complete opposite, that he embodied all of the traits so much and so equally that the hat simply couldn't decide.
It was a shocking surprise for all of them when the hat started screaming... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! WHAT IS THAT! RUN! NO!"
Mcgonagall looks at the headmaster, discreetly imploring him to allow her to stop the sorting, unfortunately for all of their eardrums, the man gives a smile and gestures her to allow it to continue.
Inside Reima's head, he had just shown his fight versus a mini Taurus Demon in the demon ruins. The hat was watching from his point of view, making it all the more nerve racking to have a huge block of furry muscle sprinting at you with a giant axe in hand. Reima could hear the screams of the hat and was laughing uproariously at how scared it was, apparently the hat had never been in combat before and as such, was scared out of it's mind.
Once the mini Taurus Demon was killed he quickly changed the scene to his fight versus the Demon FireSage...
The hats hoarse voice echoes throughout the hall "HOT HOT HOT HOT! AH, DUCK! OH, oh blessed sun!"
...
People next to Ciri begin to ask questions.
"What is wrong with your friend?"
"Are his eyes real?"
"Why is the hat screaming?"
She doesn't answer as she either doesn't wish to tell or doesn't know herself, listening to the screams of the Hat she can guess that this is probably what Reima experienced from a previous world... Whatever can cause the hat to act like this must have been truly horrific however.
Reima was having a blast, it'd been a nightmare to progress through Lordran himself but subjecting a poor animated hat to it was surprisingly fun. Just listening to his reactions to the lake of fire, the army of statues and his eventual fight with the bed of chaos made it all seem, worth it. He was abit apprehensive when the hat started worshipping Solaire like a deity but he got over it thinking that it'd never meet him directly.
Unfortunately as the hat was sliding down the large stone incline towards the bed of chaos it shouts, "I GIVE I GIVE!"
Reima hearing this shrugs and releases the hat from his mind.
It had been a long thirty minutes for the great hall, the hat's screams started to sound reminiscent of a saga sung by vikings... Somehow telling a tale amidst it's shouts of terror. Although, it was hard for even the most cunning students and teachers to piece together the mess that was a story told through a hat shitting it's metaphorical pants.
Dumbledore himself had only pieced together that it contained combat of some sort, it couldn't have been a regular fight however as it occasionally sorted children who lived in abusive house holds...
Eventually the hat stopped shouts and start panting exhaustively on Reima's head, despite the fact that it didn't need to breath.
"G-G-GRYFFINDOR!" it stutters before shouting. "Now get me off this boys head!" it almost pleads to Mcgonagall. She does so and looks sternly at Reima who slowly gets out off the tiny stool.
"Mister Ludvig, in all my years here I've never seen someone prank the sorting hat. I demand an explanation!" she says in a restrained voice.
Reima shrugs and grins, "Apparently the hat's never seen StarWars before, the death star really scared it." he says innocently with most of the Muggleborn's cheering for the popular movie.
Mcgonagall herself had never seen a muggle movie and was confused at the cheering from some of the students, she decides to let it go for now and talk with the boy later to understand just what this "Death Star" that he's referring to is. If it's from some sort of dark ritual then she'll have to have a stern talk with him and possible the head of magical law enforcement.
Reima sees that his prank on the hat hadn't just been inside his head and sheepishly looks around. There are a few pale faces in the crowd but most seem to have already forgotten about it and are eagerly awaiting their food. He can see a certain redhead scratching his arm like a drug addict waiting for his next hit. Reima walks over and attempts to sit next to Ciri, only to find both spaces beside her filled, a glare causes both to move over while he sits down and pats the head of Snuffles who's now resting on the table.
A few people try to make conversation with him but they're all interrupted when the headmaster suddenly stands up.
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Mcgonagall taps her foot as she waits for Reima Ludvig to be sorted, it's quite a confusing situation as no one had ever taken this long to be sorted before, even Harry Potter only took half a minute at most. She was not the only person taking an interest in the strange situation, all of the students and staff were captivated and waiting to find out which house the boy will be thrown into, most assumed he had no bravery, cunning, intelligence or even loyalty. This would be why the hat was taking so long, because it couldn't find a viable house for him to go to. Other's thought the complete opposite, that he embodied all of the traits so much and so equally that the hat simply couldn't decide.
It was a shocking surprise for all of them when the hat started screaming... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! WHAT IS THAT! RUN! NO!"
Mcgonagall looks at the headmaster, discreetly imploring him to allow her to stop the sorting, unfortunately for all of their eardrums, the man gives a smile and gestures her to allow it to continue.
Inside Reima's head, he had just shown his fight versus a mini Taurus Demon in the demon ruins. The hat was watching from his point of view, making it all the more nerve racking to have a huge block of furry muscle sprinting at you with a giant axe in hand. Reima could hear the screams of the hat and was laughing uproariously at how scared it was, apparently the hat had never been in combat before and as such, was scared out of it's mind.
Once the mini Taurus Demon was killed he quickly changed the scene to his fight versus the Demon FireSage...
The hats hoarse voice echoes throughout the hall "HOT HOT HOT HOT! AH, DUCK! OH, oh blessed sun!"
...
People next to Ciri begin to ask questions.
"What is wrong with your friend?"
"Are his eyes real?"
"Why is the hat screaming?"
She doesn't answer as she either doesn't wish to tell or doesn't know herself, listening to the screams of the Hat she can guess that this is probably what Reima experienced from a previous world... Whatever can cause the hat to act like this must have been truly horrific however.
Reima was having a blast, it'd been a nightmare to progress through Lordran himself but subjecting a poor animated hat to it was surprisingly fun. Just listening to his reactions to the lake of fire, the army of statues and his eventual fight with the bed of chaos made it all seem, worth it. He was abit apprehensive when the hat started worshipping Solaire like a deity but he got over it thinking that it'd never meet him directly.
Unfortunately as the hat was sliding down the large stone incline towards the bed of chaos it shouts, "I GIVE I GIVE!"
Reima hearing this shrugs and releases the hat from his mind.
It had been a long thirty minutes for the great hall, the hat's screams started to sound reminiscent of a saga sung by vikings... Somehow telling a tale amidst it's shouts of terror. Although, it was hard for even the most cunning students and teachers to piece together the mess that was a story told through a hat shitting it's metaphorical pants.
Dumbledore himself had only pieced together that it contained combat of some sort, it couldn't have been a regular fight however as it occasionally sorted children who lived in abusive house holds...
Eventually the hat stopped shouts and start panting exhaustively on Reima's head, despite the fact that it didn't need to breath.
"G-G-GRYFFINDOR!" it stutters before shouting. "Now get me off this boys head!" it almost pleads to Mcgonagall. She does so and looks sternly at Reima who slowly gets out off the tiny stool.
"Mister Ludvig, in all my years here I've never seen someone prank the sorting hat. I demand an explanation!" she says in a restrained voice.
Reima shrugs and grins, "Apparently the hat's never seen StarWars before, the death star really scared it." he says innocently with most of the Muggleborn's cheering for the popular movie.
Mcgonagall herself had never seen a muggle movie and was confused at the cheering from some of the students, she decides to let it go for now and talk with the boy later to understand just what this "Death Star" that he's referring to is. If it's from some sort of dark ritual then she'll have to have a stern talk with him and possible the head of magical law enforcement.
Reima sees that his prank on the hat hadn't just been inside his head and sheepishly looks around. There are a few pale faces in the crowd but most seem to have already forgotten about it and are eagerly awaiting their food. He can see a certain redhead scratching his arm like a drug addict waiting for his next hit. Reima walks over and attempts to sit next to Ciri, only to find both spaces beside her filled, a glare causes both to move over while he sits down and pats the head of Snuffles who's now resting on the table.
A few people try to make conversation with him but they're all interrupted when the headmaster suddenly stands up.
Mcgonagall taps her foot as she waits for Reima Ludvig to be sorted, it's quite a confusing situation as no one had ever taken this long to be sorted before, even Harry Potter only took half a minute at most. She was not the only person taking an interest in the strange situation, all of the students and staff were captivated and waiting to find out which house the boy will be thrown into, most assumed he had no bravery, cunning, intelligence or even loyalty. This would be why the hat was taking so long, because it couldn't find a viable house for him to go to. Other's thought the complete opposite, that he embodied all of the traits so much and so equally that the hat simply couldn't decide.It was a shocking surprise for all of them when the hat started screaming... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! WHAT IS THAT! RUN! NO!"Mcgonagall looks at the headmaster, discreetly imploring him to allow her to stop the sorting, unfortunately for all of their eardrums, the man gives a smile and gestures her to allow it to continue.Inside Reima's head, he had just shown his fight versus a mini Taurus Demon in the demon ruins. The hat was watching from his point of view, making it all the more nerve racking to have a huge block of furry muscle sprinting at you with a giant axe in hand. Reima could hear the screams of the hat and was laughing uproariously at how scared it was, apparently the hat had never been in combat before and as such, was scared out of it's mind.Once the mini Taurus Demon was killed he quickly changed the scene to his fight versus the Demon FireSage...The hats hoarse voice echoes throughout the hall "HOT HOT HOT HOT! AH, DUCK! OH, oh blessed sun!"...People next to Ciri begin to ask questions."What is wrong with your friend?""Are his eyes real?""Why is the hat screaming?"She doesn't answer as she either doesn't wish to tell or doesn't know herself, listening to the screams of the Hat she can guess that this is probably what Reima experienced from a previous world... Whatever can cause the hat to act like this must have been truly horrific however.Reima was having a blast, it'd been a nightmare to progress through Lordran himself but subjecting a poor animated hat to it was surprisingly fun. Just listening to his reactions to the lake of fire, the army of statues and his eventual fight with the bed of chaos made it all seem, worth it. He was abit apprehensive when the hat started worshipping Solaire like a deity but he got over it thinking that it'd never meet him directly.Unfortunately as the hat was sliding down the large stone incline towards the bed of chaos it shouts, "I GIVE I GIVE!"Reima hearing this shrugs and releases the hat from his mind.It had been a long thirty minutes for the great hall, the hat's screams started to sound reminiscent of a saga sung by vikings... Somehow telling a tale amidst it's shouts of terror. Although, it was hard for even the most cunning students and teachers to piece together the mess that was a story told through a hat shitting it's metaphorical pants.Dumbledore himself had only pieced together that it contained combat of some sort, it couldn't have been a regular fight however as it occasionally sorted children who lived in abusive house holds...Eventually the hat stopped shouts and start panting exhaustively on Reima's head, despite the fact that it didn't need to breath."G-G-GRYFFINDOR!" it stutters before shouting. "Now get me off this boys head!" it almost pleads to Mcgonagall. She does so and looks sternly at Reima who slowly gets out off the tiny stool."Mister Ludvig, in all my years here I've never seen someone prank the sorting hat. I demand an explanation!" she says in a restrained voice.Reima shrugs and grins, "Apparently the hat's never seen StarWars before, the death star really scared it." he says innocently with most of the Muggleborn's cheering for the popular movie.Mcgonagall herself had never seen a muggle movie and was confused at the cheering from some of the students, she decides to let it go for now and talk with the boy later to understand just what this "Death Star" that he's referring to is. If it's from some sort of dark ritual then she'll have to have a stern talk with him and possible the head of magical law enforcement.Reima sees that his prank on the hat hadn't just been inside his head and sheepishly looks around. There are a few pale faces in the crowd but most seem to have already forgotten about it and are eagerly awaiting their food. He can see a certain redhead scratching his arm like a drug addict waiting for his next hit. Reima walks over and attempts to sit next to Ciri, only to find both spaces beside her filled, a glare causes both to move over while he sits down and pats the head of Snuffles who's now resting on the table.A few people try to make conversation with him but they're all interrupted when the headmaster suddenly stands up.
