Change the world from Hogwarts

Connor couldn't tell for a moment who was calling, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused when the voice came out.

But before he could think more about it, he heard other voices.

"No, no, where did the dragon come from in Hogwarts? I heard it was meant to fight giant monsters."

"Isn't it a magic test to test our preparation for homework?"

"What about Muggle students? This is obviously impossible."

Gradually, other people began to argue around the sorting ceremony.

Seeing them all starting to discuss, Connor couldn't help but look at Neville and Hannah beside him.

"Do you know?"

"...Grandma said it, but I forgot about it."

It was obviously impossible to expect Neville to remember anything, so Connor just looked at the others.

"My mother said it was a simple test, but she didn't say anything specific."

"Ernie, where are you?"

"I heard here that we are going to fight a giant monster."

"Susan?"

"My aunt said that we should use the magic we have learned to duel each other, and we will sort them into different houses according to their performance."

I asked the friends around me who I just met. Although they all gave their own answers, which were all kinds of, Connor felt that he didn't hear any reliable answers at all.

"Whether it's a duel or a fight with a monster, this kind of thing will never happen now."

"That's right, everyone is hungry now. Even if there is an exam, at least it shouldn't be physical."

Some sharp voices sounded from beside Connor, and following the sound, he found that the little girl named Hermione was close to the people like him.

"Since it's before the dinner, I think it should be the theory test..."

At this point, she felt a little annoyed.

"My books are all in the suitcase. If I had known there would be a test today, I should have reviewed all the contents."

She seemed extremely certain of her answer.

only……

"What you're talking about is even more impossible...Granger?"

"Hermione is fine."

"Well, I think the last thing you should take is the written test."

"Why? Shouldn't it be normal to be divided into classes based on tests before entering school?"

"But not to mention the issue of time, the written examination only assesses basic scores, that is, the level of theoretical knowledge, but the next step is branching, not grading. The status of the four colleges is obviously equal."

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

After thinking about it carefully, she found that she lacked too much consideration.

but……

"What should we do?"

"I do not know."

Vaguely, Connor felt that he should know the props and stuff.

Like a hat or something?

But he himself couldn't remember it very well, so he could just leave the memory of the two swords there and study it himself, and it would be better not to use it to fool others.

"But no matter what, I sincerely hope that the colleges will be separated according to their expectations, goals and interests in magic."

After throwing those messy thoughts out of his mind, Connor just spoke about his most basic wishes and thoughts.

"Different research, different directions, I think this approach is more reasonable."

"What a stupid Muggle idea, MacMab!"

This voice was quite discordant, even strongly sarcastic.

And Connor couldn't think of anyone who would make such a mockery of him with his buttocks.

"Malfoy..."

"It seems that like our savior, your mind has been clogged with stupid thoughts that only Muggles have."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

At this moment, another voice came. Connor glanced and saw Ronald Weasley yelling angrily.

His movement of reaching out to block something looked like an old hen protecting her calf.

oh……

So I became the target of your anger?

After seeing this, Connor also roughly understood what happened before.

The eldest son of the Malfoy family seemed to have a conflict with Weasley and Potter.

But what does this have to do with me?

Connor couldn't help but want to laugh.

"I originally thought that you should have learned enough lessons in the carriage, and that lessons should have given you enough sense to think, but now it seems that I am overthinking."

At that moment, Malfoy's initially remorseful and uneasy expression turned into anger, and his face flushed with a red warmth that Connor was familiar with.

Well, it was like this on the carriage before.

"You will soon know how this world is governed. Some wizards are naturally superior to others, and the same is true for the academy. Just like you will never understand the greatness of Slytherin Academy in your lifetime!"

"Then your so-called great Slytherin accepts students like you?"

Connor didn't do anything, he just took one step forward.

But just like that, Malfoy couldn't help but start to retreat.

Of course, that small movement could not escape Connor's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but take a step forward.

And this completely stimulated Malfoy. He suddenly stumbled and fell backwards.

'thump'

He fell to the ground, but didn't bother to stand up, and just quickly retreated to the door.

But soon, his little body felt like it hit something.

Is it a wall?

of course not.

When Malfoy looked back subconsciously, he saw a big black robe that obscured his sight.

Just like a giant bat.

And this also attracted Connor's attention.

This man was thin, with sallow skin, and his protruding aquiline nose and hollow eyes like deep tunnels were inexplicably creepy.

To be honest, this is definitely not a figure that can give people any sense of trust and security.

But when he saw that figure, Malfoy seemed to have seen some kind of savior.

"Professor Snape."

Snape, remember his full name is Severus Snape?

Just as Connor was thinking about some specific information about the man in front of him, the somewhat gloomy man asked:

"Why are you sitting on the ground?"

His tone was extremely slow, but it also carried an unspeakable heavy pressure.

Faced with that kind of pressure, Malfoy's words were somewhat awkward.

"I...he wants to hit me!"

After hesitating for a long time, the eldest young master pointed at Connor, but he just shrugged.

"I didn't do anything... Professor Snape, rather, from the carriage, Mr. Malfoy and his two followers have been trying to cause trouble for me. You can ask the two prefects about this: Percy

·Weasley and Gabriel Truman.”

"...I will verify these things."

His eyes just moved away from Connor, scanning the children in front of him, and finally locked on someone inexplicably, as if he was staring at something.

"Professor McGonagall has prepared the sorting ceremony, come on."

Staring at his back that seemed to be leading the way, Connor couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Are you expecting me to be punished for this? Then you will probably be extremely disappointed."

At this time, Malfoy got up from the ground again, and he began to be arrogant again.

"No, I don't have any hope in these things anymore, Malfoy."

He got the answer to this kind of thing from the conflict on the carriage.

so……

"I decided to take matters into my own hands."

Suddenly, an aura that could not be discerned by the naked eye spread outward, and Malfoy couldn't help but shudder.

"what you up to?"

Seeing that Connor had no intention of answering, he bolted out of the double doors.

"Professor! Professor!"

And when he saw him running away without even asking for anything, Connor couldn't help but look around.

As if acting, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Here you come out and bully people with high arrogance...I haven't done anything."