Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

After finding an empty seat at the end of the long table and sitting down, the girl sitting next to him got up and ran away without hesitation.

A boy with a round face next to him leaned his head and said, "Hey, which family are you from? I haven't heard of you before?"

It is very scary for people who are obviously young but have learned to distinguish groups by class, because they are not mature enough, and the sweetness brought to them by their aristocratic status will be intensified in this academy.

From the bottom of his heart, Jody looked down on this kind of thinking that was destined to be eliminated by the times, and even more looked down on these little brats who started to indulge in lust before they could see the world clearly.

"I don't know which family I come from, I just know that Professor Snape personally accepted me to enroll." Jody told the only piece of news that was beneficial to him.

And this is really effective.

The students around him suddenly looked like they were suddenly enlightened.

"Forgot to introduce me as Gibbs Rozier, what's your last name?"

Jody did not answer immediately, and his indifferent expression was very similar to Snape's, "My name is Jody Joyce, and this last name was given to me by Professor Snape. When he came to find me

I'm still in the orphanage...those damn Muggles! When I learn magic, I will eliminate the trash who dare to override me!"

In his previous life, he had been a small leader, and at his peak, he had about a hundred people under his command. When Jody was deliberately serious, his murderous intent was difficult for a child of this age to imitate.

Most of the people who were staring here, waiting to see the excitement, felt very uncomfortable.

"The bloodline of your ancestors must be very noble." The child who asked the question forced himself to continue the topic, "Professor Snape won't waste his time on mudbloods, will he?"

Even though he is a half-blood but he supports pure blood so much, why has Snape not been freed from his secondary disease even at this age?

Jodi felt a little disdainful in his heart. Voldemort, as one of the Dark Lords, was much worse than Grindelwald in terms of ideas and management. The only thing he was proud of was his magical talent. Of course, it might also be a Horcrux.

It was because his spirit was too weak.

As for whether Snape supports pure blood or the group he lives in, only he knows. He just always hates himself, so much so that he would rather be hated by everyone forever than expose his kind side.

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Branching is still going on...

"Have you heard of it? The Dark Lord was also..." A panicked voice just broke the silence while the Sorting Hat was thinking. The originally low voice seemed so abrupt that everyone's eyes were inevitably focused.

The kid just had to bite the bullet and whisper what he planned to tell his companions, "The Dark Lord was also taken out of the orphanage back then. He was also sorted into Slytherin."

And under this gaze, the corners of Jody's mouth were raised but there was no trace of a smile. His eyes were flashing with paranoia, ferocity and aggression, "Dark Lord? I seem to have heard of this name."

, do you mean Voldemort?"

"..." Hearing Jodi deliberately calling him by his first name, the students around him became commotion for a moment.

"Children! Let me say a few words!" The sorting of the last student had just ended, and Professor Dumbledore came to the podium. The confused metal owl spread its wings and activated the amplification magic.

"There is regrettable news that Dillard Winnerford, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who has taught me for a year, has reached the age of retirement. I really can't make it difficult for him to continue to hold this hard job."

It seems that no one is willing to try to serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for two consecutive years to test how powerful Voldemort's curse is.

"Fortunately, our former Muggle Studies teacher is willing to take over, so we warmly welcome Professor Quirinus Quirrell as our new Defense Against the Dark tutor!"

Amidst the thunderous cheers, Professor Quirrell seemed to be quite popular.

"And of course, a warm welcome to Professor Charity Bubbaji as our Professor of Muggle Studies!"

Jody raised her eyes and saw the blond Muggle Studies professor who was bowing in return with a shy smile. "Muggle Studies? Look at the bad luck on her face!"

The students around were shocked again. They had never seen a new student with no grievance and hatred curse a new teacher who had just taken office before his butt was hot.

"Ahem, haha. Is it because it's Muggle Studies?" After the previous girl left, the student closest to Jodi moved his butt slightly further away from Jodi without leaving a trace, "Of course, I also think that Muggles are like this

Trash is nothing to study."

The boy's dry agreement brought a wave of unconfident agreement.

Although he is still quite young in his two lifetimes combined, Jodi's mind cannot mature every moment due to the influence of his immature body.

At this moment, Jody couldn't help but feel a little carried away while bathing in the vaguely fearful gaze.

As for poor Professor Charity Bubbaji, it was Voldemort and the snake Voldemort coiled that killed him in Harry's seventh book. This is at most a spoiler and not a curse on her.

"Now, enjoy the dinner, kids!"

Jody was really hungry. He stared at the plate and waited for Dumbledore to finish his speech. He almost started eating as soon as the food appeared.

Damn it, after more than ten years of this life, I finally had a decent meal today.

'Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Please give me knowledge,

No matter we are bald old people,

Or the child who injured his knee in a fall,

Our minds are open to all kinds of interesting things...'

While the school song was playing melodiously, Jodi stood there and hummed indiscriminately. It felt like he was back in the past when he went to school to raise the flag.

As the singing gradually died down, the opening banquet finally came to an end.

"What does Mr. Dumbledore's last sentence of 'Idiot, scum, cry, screw' mean?" Beside Jody, Gibbs was discussing with other students in a low voice.

The new student from this obviously pure-blood family naturally formed a family of friends as soon as he arrived at school.

"The idiot is talking about Ravenclaw." Jody's voice intervened in the topic, because the ambiguity at the beginning attracted all the attention, "In the eyes of the arrogant eagle, everyone is an idiot."

"It's Gryffindor who's crying. The reckless lion will strike first before crying."

"The one who is the naughty one is Hufflepuff. The badger thinks that the other three are awkward guys, and they are thankless all day long."

"As for the residue, of course I am talking about Slytherin." Unknowingly, a group of Slytherin freshmen stopped. Many seniors and even people from other houses were attracted by this strange talk, "Except me.

It’s all rubbish!”