Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Harry Potter still doubted the authenticity of all this until he sat at the end of the Slytherin table.

He was afraid that everything that happened was a dream and he would wake up as the poor boy huddled in the Dursleys' storage room.

Harry couldn't help but look at Marcus, hoping to get some words of encouragement and comfort, but he gave up the idea when he saw Marcus' listless look.

Harry peeked at Moriarty at the head of the long table. He was still so elegant and cool, and he was arguing fiercely with the people around him.

"Malfoy was actually sorted into Gryffindor! Merlin, the Sorting Hat really drank too much today - Moriarty, I seriously doubt that you fed the Sorting Hat a large glass of butterbeer."

Harry heard the blonde girl next to Moriarty say this.

Moriarty frowned in a rare way, his eyes locked on Draco Malfoy, and then looked at Dumbledore.

His eyes seemed to ask: "Draco, were you assigned to Gryffindor?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Moriarty, indicating that he had not done anything wrong.

Moriarty trusted Dumbledore, and Dumbledore had no reason to resort to petty tricks at this time.

So Draco being assigned to the Lion House shows that he really has some kind of courage.

Isn't this result difficult for Draco to accept?

Moriarty noticed that Draco was at the end of the Gryffindor table, with a considerable distance between him and the new student next to him.

He sat in despair, and even his usually straight back became hunched.

Maybe he didn't expect to be sorted into Gryffindor.

Moriarty shook his head, fearing that Narcissa would make a fuss next.

Jericho whispered: "Sir, they are all talking about the descendant of the Malfoy family running away to Gryffindor."

There is no need for Jericho to say this, almost all the old students have discussed this matter.

Following closely behind were Neville and Harry - their parents were both Gryffindors, but they were both sorted into Slytherin.

In addition, Ron Weasley was sent to the school doctor's office before he could participate in the sorting.

The old students all lamented: This freshmen class is really restless.

Harry also discovered these situations, and he couldn't help but ask Neville beside him why this was happening.

Neville answered him with a wry smile: "This may be the only way for a good wizard to grow up."

Harry didn't understand, but he remembered one thing: "I saw you and Senior Marcus are very familiar with each other on the train. Have you known each other before?"

"Well," Neville nodded, "I am Mr. Moriarty's disciple, and Senior Marcus is Mr. Moriarty's follower - everyone knows this."

"That's it..."

Harry originally thought that he was the first freshman to get to know Moriarty and Marcus, but now he found that his classmates seemed to have a closer relationship with them, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Do you know--that boy everyone is talking about?"

Harry wanted to point at Draco, but felt it was impolite, so he asked Neville instead, praying in his heart that Neville would understand what he meant.

Fortunately for Harry, Neville said cheerfully: "Oh, you mean Draco? Malfoy, yes, I know him, of course I do. In fact, many students here know him."

"Why? Is he famous?"

"Well...it depends on who you compare with. You are also very famous, Potter." Neville looked at Harry and said seriously.

"Me?" Harry asked, pointing to his nose, and he was amused: "I have stayed at my aunt's house since I was a child. A week ago, Mr. Moriarty and Senior Marcus told me that I was a wizard, and then I received a message from Huo

I need a letter from Gewoz to get here, am I famous?"

Neville couldn't explain anything, so he could only say: "Yes Potter, you are very famous - at least compared to Draco Malfoy."

Harry wanted to say something else, but he heard a high-pitched voice next to him.

"Longbottom, are you talking to Pott about Draco?"

Harry turned his head and saw a little girl with black hair and a mushroom head staring at him dissatisfied.

Because the tone was so heavy, the sound of "Potter" was broken and changed into "Pote".

There was a blond girl and a short-haired boy beside her, and they also had the same look in their eyes.

Harry remembered that one of them was named Pansy, the other was named Daphne, and the short-haired boy seemed to be named Nott - he was sorted into Slytherin as soon as the sorting hat touched his scalp.

Harry looked at Neville at a loss. He obviously didn't recognize these people.

Neville didn't say anything, but licked his lips toward the Sorting Hat, "The last new student is here."

"Brace Chabini."

"Slytherin!"

When Pansy and the other three saw it was Shabini, they all showed disdain in their eyes, and some of the little snakes smiled knowingly at each other.

"This guy is here, but Draco went to Gryffindor instead! Has that hat lost its head?"

Pansy said angrily, she was very upset about Draco going to Gryffindor.

Not only was he angry at Harry, but he also hoped that Shabini and Draco would make an exchange.

Shabini walked over quickly and sat next to Harry, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Ever since it was reported that Madame Shabini had seduced Moriarty, Shabini could not hold her head high in the pure-blood circle.

Children from pure-blood families are told by their mothers not to get too close to Shabini.

All this was seen by Moriarty and Lilith at the top of the long table.

Lilith was afraid that the world would be in chaos and said: "Oh, Mrs. Slytherin's son was not sorted into Slytherin, but Mrs. Chabini's son was sorted into Slytherin. How do you explain it when someone returns home? Tsk tsk...

"

Moriarty touched his chin and said lightly: "Even if my own son, Moriarty, is assigned to any college, I will be willing to do so."

"Really?" Lilith was a little surprised: "I gave birth to you - uh, no, your own son's surname is Slytherin!"

Lilith's heart skipped a beat, and she was so excited that she spoke out what was in her heart.

"Of course I mean it." Moriarty pretended not to hear and said righteously: "Whether it's Slytherin or Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, it's all Hogwarts.

students - I have said this many times, and I have always treated them equally."

These words made the old students of the four colleges nod their heads one after another, and some freshmen who were not assigned to go to the college felt as if they had received a reassurance.

Hannah happily told Tonks: "I knew Mr. Moriarty wouldn't hate me because I didn't go to Slytherin!"

However, Tonks was focused on the food, "Professor Dumbledore, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up and announce that dinner is ready. I have taught the house elves a lot of delicious food."

The eaglets are also discussing why this year's food has not arrived.

They observed carefully and found that one seat on the professor's chair was empty.

"Is Professor Dumbledore waiting for someone?" Penello said: "Don't forget that after Professor Lockhart took office, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was vacant."

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu blinked, "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore is waiting for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Hermione spoke frankly: "What's so special about this professor? Why is everyone waiting for him?"

"Granger, you have to know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed! The professors in this class can't even teach for one year." Penello explained with a smile, but it made Hermione feel shuddering.

"A curse!" Hermione covered her mouth.

This legend quickly spread around, and other freshmen also became nervous. Ron's deeds made everyone fear the curse.

Harry bravely asked: "Senior Marcus? Do you know that curse?"

"Uh?" Marcus said angrily without raising his head, "Don't call me until the food is served."

The senior snake smiled indifferently, Harry blushed, and Pansy laughed mockingly.

Soldaya looked over and said playfully: "Classmate Pansy, aren't you disappointed that Draco didn't come?"

Pansy and the other three nodded. Salday looked at Harry carefully again, wondering what he was thinking about the scar on Harry's forehead.

Finally, Harry heard about the curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts from Ravenclaw.

The freshmen were obviously more in awe.

"Hey Peppa?" Zhang Qiu suddenly whispered to Penello: "Have you noticed that Professor Snape has been staring at the two freshmen at the end of the Slytherin table? And his face... eh ~ it's just

Stinker than the smelliest black-eyed ant eggs I've ever smelled."

Penelope looked at the professor's chair covertly, observed for a while, and found that exactly as Zhang Qiu said, Professor Snape's eyes had been on Slytherin, to be precise, on the new student Harry Potter.

Sometimes Penello seemed to see a touch of green in Sri Lanka's eyes.

"How strange." Penello said in confusion.

"Squeak——"

The castle door was suddenly pushed open.

A person quickly walked into the auditorium hall.

When he appeared in front of people, he enthusiastically raised his right hand and waved it.

"Hello everyone, long time no see! I'm back!"

Immediately afterwards, the little snakes burst into a burst of welcoming applause.

Dumbledore also stood up.

(There will be another update tonight)