As the first-year fluffies entered the college hall of Hogwarts, the annual opening ceremony officially began.
There is no doubt that the first thing to be done is the annual branching.
Seeing the old Sorting Hat twisting its body again and singing a clich¨¦d, out-of-key old song, Victor looked at this year's freshmen with interest.
?Hermione, Harry, Draco, Ron, Neville
These familiar figures came into view one after another, making him feel that life at Hogwarts this year must be much more interesting than in previous years.
The only pity is that because the Philosopher's Stone entered his pocket, many things that should have happened in the Harry Potter story have no chance of happening. However, with time travelers like him, it is not difficult to recreate many scenes.
Thinking of those scenes in his memory, Master Zhai suddenly felt something in his heart.
Maybe, we can
A faint smile appeared quietly.
After laughing, he turned his head slightly, pulled the old mage beside him, and whispered to Dumbledore, who turned his head in surprise.
"Principal, I have a very interesting proposal"
"oh?"
Hearing someone¡¯s words, the old mage showed a curious expression.
"I think we can"
While the two were talking quietly, the Sorting Hat finally ended his bad song. When the Sorting Hat was over, Professor McGonagall, who looked serious and wore dark green wizard robes, took out a roll of names and began to preside over the sorting ceremony as usual.
"Huh"
Seeing that he only wore a hat during the sorting ceremony, Ron, who had been worried about something, let out a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?"
The boy's expression made Harry feel a little strange.
"George and Fred told me that the branch was going to fight trolls. Those two guys were not reliable at all. I don't believe them anymore"
Ron muttered, and then asked Harry in a low voice, as if he thought of something.
"By the way, Harry, which college do you want to go to?"
Because they were with Christina and the others along the way, Ron had always been a little timid under his brother's gaze, so he naturally didn't bother to ask this question, let alone make those prejudiced remarks.
Hearing this question, Harry was unexpectedly silent for a moment.
"If possible, I would like to go to Slytherin."
After a long pause, the little black cat with green eyes clenched his fists and said in a firm tone to the new friend beside him.
Learning to be a mage, resurrecting his mother, and killing Voldemort all require huge resources. These things are precisely in the hands of nobles, so he feels that Slytherin is his best choice. What's more, his best friend is in Slytherin, and he doesn't want to be in two houses with him.
"What?"
This answer made Ron scream.
"Mr. Weasley, please be quiet"
Before Harry could explain anything, the two heard Professor McGonagall's stern voice.
"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, we will never do it again."
Hearing this, Harry turned around, bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, and apologized sincerely and in an aristocratic manner.
"Uh-huh."
Ron just lowered his head cowardly and hummed a few times to express his apology.
Compared with Ron, Harry is obviously much more mature now.
After apologizing, the little black cat pulled his new friend and whispered the reason for this choice.
"In Slytherin I will"
He was just mid-sentence when he was interrupted by Ron, whose face was full of disappointment and anger.
"But Slytherins are all Death Eaters. Harry, you are the savior. How can you enter Slytherin? Harry, listen to me, we should enter Gryffindor together"
"snort."
Ron also didn¡¯t finish his words when he was interrupted unhappily by Draco, who had always been in low energy and stayed beside the two of them.
"Please be careful with your words, Mr. Weasley"
Slytherin has the highest honor, and being insulted in person but not refuting is definitely not what Slytherin does.
"Yes, that must be the case. It was you, a little Death Eater, who taught Harry bad things."
Ron, who was interrupted, blushed and yelled at the two of them in a somewhat arrogant manner. Compared with Harry, Draco, Hermione and other peers who often hang out with Christina and others, he seems simple and reckless, a typical Gryffindor.
"Mr. Weasley"
Hearing Ron yell again, Professor McGonagall frowned slightly and spoke in a harsher tone than before.
"Please be quiet."
"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, he's just a little excited."
Looking at Ron who was still panting, Harry could only turn around and explain apologetically to Professor McGonagall who was waiting for the results.
The little black cat wasn¡¯t too angry about Ron¡¯s fussing. No matter what, he was the younger brother of the Weasley twins, and the Weasley twins were very nice to him.
Of course, Harry will not be without resentment and disappointment. He is still a child after all. After such a fuss, the relationship between him and Ron dropped to a freezing point, and they didn't say another word until the end of the sorting.
The branching is still going on.
Among the four little guys, the first one called by Professor McGonagall was Hermione, who was holding a book and did not express any opinion on what just happened.
Regarding the girl¡¯s belonging, the Sorting Hat hesitated for a while, and finally shouted.
"Gryffindor"
There is no difference at all from the original work.
Afterwards, the girl took off the sorting hat, entered the long Gryffindor table amidst the cheers of Christina and others, and sat down with her familiar friends holding a book.
Until the girl sat down, Christina reluctantly waved her hand to the girl who was still looking down at the book and motioned her to look at the teacher's desk.
After that, Hermione, who had two rabbit teeth, finally saw Victor, who had been looking this way.
Seeing the teacher whom she had not seen for a long time, the girl temporarily broke away from the world of books and smiled shyly at her teacher. After laughing, the girl lowered her head again and continued to read the thick book in her hand. Recently, the girl has been preparing for promotion to the third-level intermediate mage, so she seems particularly focused and busy.
The sorting ceremony is still going on.
Among the next four people called, Draco was the one with the first name.
This time, the Sorting Hat unexpectedly hesitated for a long time before shouting out a name that made everyone stunned.
"Gryffindor."
Hearing this name, the hall, which had always been murmuring, instantly fell silent. All eyes looked in the direction of little Malfoy as if under unified command.
As the largest nobleman in Britain, Malfoy was always born in Slytherin. However, this Malfoy cub was assigned to Gryffindor, Slytherin's biggest enemy. How could they not be curious and excited.
Among these glances, the most special ones were not Victor and Dumbledore who had the mentality of watching a drama, nor Snape who didn't know what words to use to describe it, but the one who was sitting on the teacher's bench, always shrinking. Professor Quirrell. At this time, he was staring at little Malfoy with a dull face with a very strange look, and no one knew what was going on in his mind. The Malfoy family, which has always been the right-hand man among the Death Eaters, would definitely have a Gryffindor, which gave the Dark Lord hiding behind Quirrell an ominous premonition.
Betrayal? Fortunately, there is still the Dark Mark
The weird atmosphere in the hall was finally broken by Draco who reacted.
The boy first took off the Sorting Hat from his head with an ugly expression, and then threw it to the ground with all his strength. Then, while stepping on the old Sorting Hat with his feet, he roared loudly and in a very unaristocratic manner.
"Damn it, how could I be Gryffindor, how could I be Gryffindor"
Just now, he was just distracted because of being punished, and did not hear the Sorting Hat's nagging. He did not expect that the dirty old guy dared to do such a thing, how could he not be angry and annoyed. The poor little dragon who was put into this situation by the Sorting Hat did not realize that his current appearance was no different from that of a mad lion, and the Sorting Hat did not sort him wrongly. He spent too much time with the Gryffindor lions, and he unconsciously acquired many lion habits.
"Slytherin, Slytherin, I made a mistake just now, Slytherin, don't hit me. If you hit me again, it will break. Slytherin, my ass, Slytherin"
The beaten old man begged for mercy loudly with his broken gong-like voice.
"It's a pity that Platinum Xiaolong ignored it at all. He didn't seem to hear this. It wasn't until little Mr. Malfoy felt that enough was enough that he stood up refreshed, returned to his usual elegance, and walked calmly towards the Slytherin table.
After this beating, he finally vented all the sullenness he had accumulated recently.
When the gentle little dragon walked to the long table of Slytherin, what greeted him was not the aristocratic politeness he imagined, but countless strange looks and stiff fake smiles.
Malfoy¡¯s actions just now were beyond the expectations of these little snakes, and they have not been able to react until now.
Seeing everyone¡¯s expressions, how could Draco not guess what they were thinking.
But he didn¡¯t show anything on his face. He still walked to the fifth-grade prefect¡¯s long table with an elegant pace and asked in a standard aristocratic tone.
"Prefect, can I stay here?"
Following his words, a dark, eerie flame appeared in his palm.
Li Huo, a very profound black magic.
Since he messed up the sorting ceremony, he should just show his strength. Otherwise, the life in the academy waiting for him will definitely not be much better. That's why he went directly to the Slytherin prefects, hoping to use this method to scare all the little snakes and protect his and even the reputation of the Malfoy family. In Slytherin, as long as you have enough power, you will be recognized by others, just like Voldemort at the time. The biggest reliance for a mixed-blood wizard to get to that point is his power that makes people fear and worship.
The outcome of the matter did not exceed Draco's expectations. The prefect saw this advanced black magic that many six or seven-year-olds could not master, and directly chose to give in.
"Of course, my dear junior."
"Thanks."
Hearing this, little Malfoy showed a proud aristocratic smile.
Not bad, the remedy was successful
At this time, the platinum dragon did not realize that what he was doing now was not like a purebred snake at all, but more like a mixture of a lion and a snake. While possessing the strength and courage of a lion, he also had the strength of a snake. Intelligence and cunning, perfectly combined
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