Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

Listening to the Sorting Hat's song, Qin Weijie felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Completely different from the joyful and festive tone of the past, this year's Sorting Hat's song gave people a depressing feeling of impending rain, especially in the last few lines, the overflowing sadness made Qin Weijie fall silent.

The students at the long table below the stage were in the same state as Qin Weijie. They all fell into silence, as if a stone was weighing on everyone's hearts.

Several first-year students were already sobbing in the crowd.

"The students whose names I have read please come on stage! First of all, the children of Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall said, taking out a long roll of parchment: "Brown Cardance"

A young man with slightly curly brown hair stood up and sat on the swivel chair, a little reserved but pretending to be calm.

The Sorting Hat was placed on the boy's head, and the next second the Sorting Hat shouted loudly: "Gryffindor! Come on, little lion!"

The boy was relieved, saluted to the Sorting Hat with a smile, and then walked quickly to the Gryffindor table.

The subsequent sorting ceremony was actually a bit boring. The Sorting Hat would only talk to the little wizards in the spiritual world when the Sorting Hat was on his head. For the onlookers, the sorting ceremony was a momentary thing and not very interesting.

After reading a long list of names, more than twenty minutes had passed. When I turned around, I saw that there were at least four-fifths of the students behind me.

Every time a student finished sorting, Qin Weijie would always clap along with the other senior students, his palms turning red. He could only wave his red trotters at Tom bitterly, indicating how miserable he was.

Tom shrugged and secretly glanced at Qin Weijie's palms. Qin Weijie saw that they were even redder than his own pig's trotters.

"Wow, he's so tall! Are you sure he's a first-year student?"

"Hey, why does he have a weird smell..."

"Haha, it smells like horse manure in a stable."

"Also, what he is wearing is very strange. The robe is obviously too small."

There was noisy discussion among the crowd, and Qin Weijie heard the sound and looked in the direction of the sorting hospital.

"Rubber Hagrid"

As Professor McGonagall read Hagrid's name, Hagrid, who was only eleven years old but nearly two meters tall, walked onto the stage tremblingly. Hagrid was very nervous, and his two big palm-like hands were unconsciously on his pants.

Wiping both sides, my palms were obviously sweaty.

The Sorting Hat was placed on Hagrid's head. Hagrid's mood calmed down a lot in the next second, and then the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Sure enough, just like in the middle, Hagrid still entered Gryffindor House. Looking at Hagrid's back, Qin Weijie couldn't help turning his head to look at Tom, and then at the cowardly person in the corner of the Ravenclaw table.

Girl wearing glasses with thick lenses.

If history cannot be changed, will Tom open Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to kill Myrtle two years later? Will he still frame Hagrid? If history cannot be changed, Tom will not be able to escape his tragic future... Then I do

Does everything make sense?

Qin Weijie had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and the auditorium was still noisy. Only Qin Weijie remained silent and emoticon alone.

While Qin Weijie was stunned, Qin Weijie felt a burning pain in his neck. A crisp sound and pain in his neck pulled Qin Weijie back.

"Oh shit! Who are you going to hit me with!?"

Qin Weijie suddenly turned around, but there was no one there?

Behind him was the long Slytherin table. At this time, everyone was chatting in low voices, while others were dozing off with world-weary expressions.

"Huh? Weijie, what's wrong with you?" Tom frowned slightly and looked at Qin Weijie with concern on his face.

Qin Weijie was puzzled. Damn it, am I hallucinating? No, if it is a hallucination, what is the swollen palm print on my neck?

"Oh, it's okay! Did someone hit me just now?"

"Hit you? Who dares to hit you? I didn't see it..." Tom said and came forward to look at Qin Weijie's neck.

Qin Weijie didn't care about stretching his neck for Tom to see. However, at the moment when he stretched his neck, Qin Weijie saw from the corner of his eye that Elena's face was red and she was suppressing laughter.

Qin Weijie felt something was wrong and was about to shrink his neck, but it was a pity that he was a step too late.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and there was another slap mark on Qin Weijie's neck.

"Tom, your uncle!" Qin Weijie screamed miserably.

Tom had already returned to his seat and made faces at Qin Weijie with a wicked smile.

Seeing Tom being so naughty and optimistic, Qin Weijie felt that he had been overly worried just now. The future Dark Lord smiled like a fool. If such a guy could become the Dark Lord, I would be the devil!

The farce between Qin Weijie and Tom just now was quite loud, especially Qin Weijie's two words "Who are you to hit me with?" and "Tom, your uncle" sounded like a bell. Even the principal on the stage was alarmed.

Principal Dippet was also helpless, "You guys can't even sit still. Can you please make less noise? If you make such a big noise, should I punish you? Or should I turn a blind eye?"

What about one eye? Hey... if those two throats go down, can I still turn a blind eye?'

"Ravenclaw and Slytherin will deduct 10 points each. Mr. Riddle and Mr. Qin will clean the honor room for a week starting tomorrow. The sorting ceremony will continue."

Listening to the principal's words, the Ravenclaw students all looked at Qin Weijie with eyes wide open. You've already started deducting points before school started. You plague god, can you go to another college quickly?

Qin Weijie felt aggrieved when he looked at the dagger-like eyes of his classmates in his college.

"It's the same points deduction, but why is Mao's treatment so different?" Qin Weijie muttered.

On the other hand, Tom behind him was deducted 10 points by the principal. Instead of blaming him, the Slytherin students actually looked flattering and flattering.

"The president is so powerful that he doesn't care about the sorting ceremony. This is how he is free and easy..." Tom's horse boy

"That's right, it's just 10 points. I'll add it back tomorrow. With Tom here, Slytherin can add about 100 points on average every week!" Ordinary Slytherin student

"Oh, I'm in love... Riddle is so handsome, so unrestrained, so handsome..." A nymphomaniac Slytherin student, but damn, is it really okay for a boy to have such a crush on Tom?

The gap, this is the gap! One is the center of attention, the other is the center of attention!

Elena patted Qin Weijie on the shoulder: "Forget it, looks are justice, Tom has an advantage over you in this aspect... Moreover, under normal circumstances, most people are generally more tolerant of good students than prickly heads.

Out dozens of times.

In contrast, Tom is recognized as the best student in the school, and you are the biggest thorn in Hogwarts. Some time ago, I heard the Gryffindor prefect said that he wanted to invite you to transfer to Gryffindor.

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