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Dumbledore reluctantly changed his hat.

This time he didn't bother Lin Mo, and directly used magic to hand the sorting hat to McGonagall before the freshman: "Professor McGonagall, please continue to preside over the sorting, don't keep the remaining little guys waiting."

"Ahem," Snape coughed slightly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, thank you for reminding me, Severus," Dumbledore said with a smile: "Mr. Lin Mo, you can join the Slytherin table. You do belong to Slytherin. The Sorting Hat will not

There have never been mistakes before and there are no mistakes now."

Well, you haven't given an explanation yet, Lin Mo thought speechlessly, but now that you said so...

He was about to walk towards the long table decorated with silver and green.

"Cough!" Quirrell also coughed heavily. It was obvious that they needed an explanation.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have this plan.

Everyone looked at him.

"Okay," the old man seemed a little annoyed: "Actually, the Sorting Hat didn't tell me anything, and I don't understand why it sorted Mr. Lin Mo into Slytherin, but there is a good way to solve the problem at hand, right? It's obvious, right?

of."

He waved his hand, and his old but slender fingers grasped an ancient wand.

"Forget everything!" he chanted to Professor Quirrell (without actually using magic, of course).

"All forgotten, all forgotten, all forgotten!" He pointed his wand at the professors at the guest table (including Xiclea, who had been secretly eating the cake), and then pointed it coolly towards the hall.

All the students in the school waved: "Forget it all!"

Finally, he pointed the tip of his stick at himself and said: "Forget, forget!"

"Okay," he put away his wand with great satisfaction: "Now everyone has forgotten that Lin Mo is a magic thief. Let us continue with the branching. Professor McGonagall, please hurry up and don't delay everyone's enjoyment of the food.

Already."

There was silence in the grand hall with more than a thousand people.

Just...something strange happened?

The lower grade freshmen were all shocked. Harry and Ron looked even more confused than when they learned that Lin Mo was assigned to the Snake House. Ivel frowned and looked at the principal deeply. Only Fred sitting next to him

With an expression that showed he had known it for a long time, he whispered to Ron: "I told you, our great principal has a little..."

"Delirium," George continued.

"Or crazy." Fred added.

"But it's useful when you get into trouble," George said.

"It's necessary to go crazy. You see, the other professors have stopped talking." Fred concluded.

Seeing the whispers getting louder and louder, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said in a loud voice: "Next, Dean Thomas! Please come to the front and put on your hat!"

Quirrell's face twitched and he didn't object anymore.

Snape also remained silent.

Lin Mo was a little dizzy and wandered to the long table decorated with silver and green (Dumbledore's wand even clicked on him just now). Looking at it now, it seems that it is not surprising that he was assigned to the Snake House.

, after all, the great Principal Dumbledore...

What the Sorting Hat said to him rang in Lin Mo's mind: Your principal is a lunatic.

He somewhat believed it.

No one welcomed him at the long table. They just stared at Lin Mo. He walked from the front row to the end of the long table, almost back to the freshmen who had not yet been sorted, and they didn't even see Slytherin at all.

bona fide.

No one among the first-year students wanted to touch him, and they even sat apart spontaneously, so that there was not enough space between them for Lin Mo to sit down. Dracris' face was even more ugly and turned green, and she

Next to Pansy on the left, there was a spacious space on the right, but when Lin Mo passed by, she slammed a dinner plate onto the bench.

Lin Mo ignored her.

He found a quite empty bench and sat down generously.

"It makes sense that you were sorted. Although the principals of this class are a bit... but the Sorting Hat can't go wrong." Bloody Barrow said in a hoarse voice. He looked haggard, his eyes were dull, and his robes were stained with stains.

There were silver blood spots, and no one among the new students in the Snake House wanted to sit with him, leaving a large space around him empty.

"I understand, Senior Barrow." Lin Mo said.

Bloody Barro nodded and said no more. He was originally a silent ghost.

With the last student, Blaise Zabini (the little boy who was previously called Gryffindor red), being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony came to an end.

After Dumbledore finished his seemingly crazy speech, the plates on the headmaster's table were finally filled with delicious food.

Many students around him were still looking at Lin Mo with strange eyes, but Lin Mo's mind was completely focused on the food.

Swearing on Slytherin's moustache, he had never had such a sumptuous banquet in his previous life, with all kinds of dishes available, from fried to barbecue, stir-fried to steamed, raw or cold, or cured, everything he could think of and

Unexpectedly, you can almost find many traditional foods and dishes.

He had to admit that he had underestimated the Hogwarts recipes before.

He even saw a plate of spicy baneling tendons, which were one of the few edible parts of the zerg. In the past, they were sold by the dog captain who was responsible for touching the corpses on El Star. Only once or twice did the supplies run out.

Under such circumstances, he was willing to take it out to replenish the team. Lin Mo tasted two pieces and simply roasted them with a spray gun. They were crispy and delicious and had endless aftertaste.

The most important thing is that all of this is completely self-service and free!

He had already foreseen the inevitable outcome of his going out while holding on to the wall tonight.

Weak, pitiful, helpless, but can eat!!!

Just edible!

So he spent the entire banquet engrossed in eating. No one wanted to talk to him anyway, and no seniors from the middle and upper grades came to introduce him to the college or school. The bloody man Barrow next to him couldn't say a word for a long time.

Son.

Lin Mo's communication with others all night was: Borrow it, I'll get a chicken drumstick, borrow it, I'll grab a piece of meat, borrow it, I'll serve a bowl of seafood sweet soup, eh, why don't you guys touch such a fat crab?

, it belongs to me! Hey! This drawer of steamed buns appeared in front of me first. It is destined to be eaten by me. Don’t move...

In the end, he almost lost consciousness after eating, forcing out the last bit of his potential, squeezing out the last bit of space, and finally succeeded in destroying a bunch of lovely desserts after the main meal.

It makes up for the lack of chocolate.

Sit comfortably on the seat and your life will become better.

And in a world where house elves can squeeze it, it seems that it can be tolerated without chocolate.

What a sin, a sin...

But I have to say that the elf's craftsmanship is really good. Lin Mo burped.

Finally, the desserts on the plate disappeared and became clean again. Dumbledore stood up again and directed everyone to finish singing the school song (seriously, if you don’t read the lyrics, even Lin Mo

Such level 10 fans don’t even remember this school song which contains strange content such as ‘dead fly’).

Only Brother Weasley persisted in singing the last few bars, and the principal also conducted them seriously until the last beat.

Then he applauded enthusiastically and was moved by the music.

"Finally, I need to emphasize here," Dumbledore said, and silence fell back into the dining room.

"All courses have safety education. Please be sure to listen to the safety warnings of your instructors and strictly abide by the regulations. Magic is dangerous, especially when exploring the unknown. You can never be too cautious, so that you can be lucky enough to survive.

If I hadn’t been eaten by monsters in the Forbidden Forest at this age!”

"It is forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest without the accompaniment of a teacher, especially for first-year students. If you don't want to get lost in the intricate roads and landmarks of the Forbidden Forest, and then be devoured by monsters without any trace of your body, there is a simple way to stay away from the forest."

"In addition, anyone who does not want to suffer an unexpected and painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

"Of course, as an old rule, just in case, please don't pronounce the name of the cursed star."

"The cursed star, the cursed star." Fred and George whispered almost immediately, startling Harry and Ron.

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced towards the Weasley brothers, and then glanced at Lin Mo on the other side.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Dumbledore said happily: "I heard an interesting lucky spell at the Brasserie Beans in the afternoon, and I would like to share it with you here. I hope you can all gain mysterious power from it.

"

The old man held the wand again and read in front of all the teachers and students in the school:

"Flame soy sauce...big nose, three thousand miles..."

“Chocolate chocolate!”