Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"Children!" Professor McGonagall's voice was not very high, but surprisingly the crowd quickly became quiet as she spoke, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"I am Minerva McGonagall, your Transfiguration teacher and also the Head of Gryffindor House. No matter which house you will be assigned to in the future, I hope you will all have enough courage to face us with our knowledge.

Problems for you."

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you formally attend, you must first confirm your respective colleges..."

Jodi listened to the introduction of the four major colleges again, and it was not much different from what he knew.

Gryffindor advocates courage and glory, a bit like medieval chivalry, a group of passionate fools.

Ravenclaw likes talented students, teaches them English, and throws away all the weak ones.

Hufflepuff only requires students to be diligent, sincere, and loyal to their commitments, and teaches children how to be a good tool.

Slytherin is paranoid, lustful, and willing to give, and anything that cannot help is an obstacle.

The four founders of the school selected students according to their own preferences, but in fact, what the students eventually grew into was not entirely determined by education.

We will only become what we want to be, and all other external factors can only distort it but cannot directly change it.

The first-year students are waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin, and this time has become a happy time for the ghosts lingering in the castle to scare the children.

"Are they really going to have students chased by trolls in a maze?"

"Spell test? Oh my God, I can't cast any spells."

"Yes, yes, I heard that in the last test, you have to drink a test medicine and then be scored based on the shape of the rash on your face. My brother is a student at Hogwarts. I heard that he has

It’s been a miserable year.”

There are obviously people in the crowd who already know how to separate hospitals, and they are helping those ghosts floating in the sky to spread rumors.

...I hope these little brats can resist the beating.

The short wait seemed like an eternity to the little furries until the high-pitched voice said, "The sorting ceremony is about to begin!"

The crowd suddenly became more noisy, but the chaos did not last long. Professor McGonagall soon appeared again and silenced the place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's our turn to enter."

The little wizards lined up in a loose line through the corridor, and in front of them was the hall of Hogwart.

The ceiling of the magnificent castle is shrouded in clouds and mist, and you can actually see the sky and the bright moon directly in the mist.

Hundreds of magic candles floated in the air, illuminating the entire hall like daylight.

Jodi glanced at the teachers' desk not far away and vaguely saw the iconic half-moon eyes.

He quickly averted his gaze. For a wizard of Dumbledore's level, if he wanted to read the minds of these children, sometimes he wouldn't even need legilimens.

Before he finds a way to practice Occlumency, it is better for the principal to have less contact with him. Although Dumbledore is probably not the kind of old pervert who likes to peek into other people's privacy.

The wizard's hat began its performance on the tall four-legged stool.

Needless to say, there are not many hats that can sing loudly. That is the Sorting Hat worn by Godric Gryffindor, one of the four people who founded the school.

This year's Academy Hat song was not written in the book, and Jody listened to it with great interest, but it would be better if the melody was better.

Waiting patiently for this empty nester, who could only pass the time writing next year's songs from the beginning to the end of the year, to finish singing its song, Professor McGonagall raised the parchment in her hand.

"The next person I call, please come up here, sit down and put on this hat. The Sorting Hat will tell you which branch you will go to." After a brief introduction, Professor McGonagall raised the parchment in his hand.

, "Cyriel Eveney!"

The first girl who was called had gray-white hair and light freckles on her face, showing her youth and vitality.

The tattered hat was placed on his head, and soon the Sorting Hat made its decision, "Ravenclaw!"

A cheer erupted from the second table on the left.

"Cormac McLagan!"

The handsome, tall boy looked at the college table with a wicked smile and winked at him.

"Gryffindor!"

…

Jody was not very good at remembering people's names, so he stayed put and watched the excitement. While waiting, he gradually became infected with the uneasiness of the people around him.

"Jiji Ogg..."

"Hufflepuff!"

"Geordie Joyce..."

It was finally his turn, and I have to say that Jodi was really nervous.

"Ah, interesting soul, strong, the Sorting Hat seems to be a little surprised.

"Don't go to Gryffindor..."

"Gryffindor? Why don't you want to go to Gryffindor so much? The people there are the most energetic! You can find many companions...ah, it seems you have a strong purpose."

Jody was shocked that this hat could actually read his own thoughts!?

"No, no, it doesn't count as reading thoughts... Haha, I serve the school, not the principal. There will be no communication between me and that kid Dumbledore." Jody stopped speaking, but stopped him.

It feels terrible to talk to myself without the Sorting Hat.

"Don't be so vigilant, you've already started to panic. There's no way to defend your brain like this, funny boy! But it's almost time. I know where you should go, a person with such clear goals and huge ambitions like you

The place where you should stay is up to you, I won't let you go to Gryffindor..."

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat's voice echoed above everything else in the auditorium.

"Whaaat?"

Snape suddenly stood up at the teacher's table, and at the same time, no one in the Slytherin branch who was joined by the new students cheered.

"Whose family does this belong to?"

"I've never heard of a pure-blood family having such a last name. Could it be that they're mixed-blood?"

"Look at his tattered clothes, look at his robe!"

"Don't let him sit next to me, the smell will make me vomit..." Intermittent low-pitched exchanges came from the Slytherin table.

"Severus?" Dumbledore was surprised at Snape's abnormality.

Snape regained his composure and sat down again. As the dean of Slytherin and a former supporter of Voldemort, he certainly had a certain attachment to pure blood.

Jody yelled at the Sorting Hat in the dark for a long time with his hat on, but the broken hat made up his mind not to reply to him. Until Professor McGonagall came up and took the hat and helped him down, "My dear, it's over.

.Your branch is over there.”

"Professor, this must be a mistake, I shouldn't be placed in Slytherin." Jodi spoke quickly, hoping to prevent this fateful prank, "My parents are both Muggles, and I am a little bit different from purebloods."

It doesn’t matter! I can’t go to Slytherin.”

Professor McGonagall's footsteps indeed paused. Surprise appeared on her face but she quickly concealed it. "Slytherin has never made it a requirement for pure-blood writing. In fact, there are many of them every year."

Other students are admitted to the hospital."

"But I'm not even half-blood!"

"Mr. Jodi!" Mag's voice suddenly rose, "I know it's your first time to come to school today, but it's the first time for everyone. Don't be afraid of strangers, your classmates are there."

After saying that, she left the advice in Jody's ear in a whisper-like tone, "The Sorting Hat is the only criterion for assigning houses. It allows you to show where you belong. Even the most prosperous families will have it."

When you are down, only you know the secrets in your bloodline."

What Jody needs now is not a double-entendre reminder. No matter how well he hides his identity as a Mudblood, Slytherin's Head of House, Snape the Slug, knows exactly who he is.

.

"Go, go to them." Mag backed off Jodi, but unfortunately it didn't bring him more courage.

Jody had no choice but to walk towards the Slytherin table.

The atmosphere seemed a little heavy, and the young men of the Slytherin branch all looked at this new student who was dressed in a shabby way.

Jodi endured the look and the atmosphere, and suddenly couldn't hold back his mouth and burst into laughter.

What the hell is this unfolding!