Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The carriage passed through gates with sculptures of winged boars on either side, and drove down the wide driveway, shaking violently from the strong wind, and the many lighted windows gleamed dimly behind thick rain curtains. The carriage of the students stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.

"What a goddamn weather." Ron jumped from the carriage at this time and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.

Hermione said, "I'm really worried about how the first-year students will get to the ferry."

By this time Malfoy had penetrated deep into the cavernous hallway, where torches were lit and the marble staircase looked extraordinary.

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and went straight to Malfoy's head, but the perpetrator of this prank was not surprised by this, but fell into some panic.

"Mr. Malfoy! Watch out!" Peeves cried out in panic, and twenty feet above their heads, the mischievous Peeves was floating. He was short, wearing a hat with a bell and an orange bow tie, and the muscles on his wide, mischievous face were tensed, and he looked quite tense. This mischievous troublemaker was more than ordinary people imagined. Cunning, he knew who to mess with at Hogwarts and who not to mess with.

It's just that his warning didn't work at all, because Malfoy's vigilance is very sharp, and this kind of hostile behavior is easy to distinguish. He just took out his wand and quickly chanted a spell, and the balloon was popped. On the wall not far away, it exploded violently, and the water stains covered the wall. The surrounding crowd was not injured much, but they were frightened a lot and began to become restless, and soon the second water bomb responded again. However, it is obvious that Peeves set up a mechanism to allow his pranks to be released automatically. The advantage is that, when he is ready, he does not have to act in person, and he can observe and enjoy his own pranks. The troubles caused by others are the source of his pleasure.

The disadvantage is also obvious. He can't control his back moves now. Water bombs pour down from the ceiling one after another. It's hard to imagine what will happen when these things are put into the crowd.

The expected flood did not happen. The water balloons seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible soft barrier at the moment when they were about to land. Then these balloons bounced back like bows that had been pulled to full strength. The strength of the force was abnormally strong, and it was launched vertically upwards as if it violated the principles of physics.

"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" At this time, Peeves was no longer as relaxed as he was before, and the water bombs he made were now chasing him frantically.

He is not a pure ghost, but also has a certain entity.

The surrounding students started laughing, excited to have the upper hand in the showdown with Peeves.

"It's just a small lesson," Malfoy said, staring at Peeves' scurrying figure.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me with this little trouble." At this time, Professor McGonagall stumbled through the crowd. Carefully fell.

"Just a little effort, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.

Professor McGonagall now raised his head and said loudly, "I warn you, Peeves—"

"I've been punished!" Peeves shouted back, exhausted at this time.

"Okay, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing his amiable expression just now.

Malfoy was now following the crowd through the foyer, through the two facing doors on the right.

The auditorium was still as splendid as it was, and it was specially decorated for Xinxuesi's banquet. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the golden saucers and goblets. There were some students sitting around the four long college tables. There is a fifth table at the top,

Faculty members sit one by one at one side of the table, facing their students. It's much warmer here.

There were a few vacancies at the desks of the staff, and in the center was the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver hair and beard gleamed in the candlelight, and his rich dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons. The fingertips of Dumbledore's long, slender hands met, his chin resting on the fingertips, his eyes looking at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if lost in thought. The ceiling is enchanted to look like the sky outside.

Moody, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the staff desk, looking out of place.

"Alastor! Come, come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand kindly, letting Moody sit beside him, and at the same time, he waved his other hand lightly, and conjured a hand out of thin air. Chair.

"You know, I don't like this kind of lively place." Moody coughed lightly, and even so, he dragged his wooden prosthetic leg over, pulled the chair, and sat down. .

"You will have to face a lot of students after that." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh? Who dares to make a fuss in my class, I won't be soft." Moody's eyes narrowed.

"Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students. We generally use confinement or a more gentle method." Dumbledore said kindly.

"Oh? It seems that my habits have to be changed. Last time I came here, my stance was different. This time I am a teacher, right? There is a word for being a teacher?" Moody picked his indifferent attitude. Eyebrows, the magic eye began to spin again.

"Of course, if you can adapt as soon as possible, that's even better."

"I will." Moody nodded, then looked up and glanced at both sides of the auditorium, which was constantly burning, with bright lights, showing a somewhat dazed look, maybe he recalled something.

Your student self, or that short-lived Azkaban prison life?

After a while, the later students came in one after another from the outside world. Some were still wearing raincoats, and they stomped a few feet on the floor, shaking the raindrops on their bodies and splashing on the floor.

After all the students had arrived, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty one on the stool. , a fully patched wizard hat. The first-year students stared at it blankly. Others looked at it too. For a while, the auditorium was silent. Then a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.

To the surprise of the seniors, the lyrics of the Sorting Hat's song were changed this time, and the singing stopped, followed by a burst of fierce applause in the auditorium.

One after another, the immature students walked to the Sorting Hat tremblingly. In a sense, the decision of this hat will determine the direction of their lives.

Or rather, their original character is determined. The Sorting Hat is just for these students to perceive their own innermost desires.

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