Hogwarts: I Am The Only One Who Is A Cultivator

Dumbledore's decision completely blocked Ye Feng's proposal. Of course, he was not actually assigned to Azkaban. Instead, he asked the Sorting Hat to test him again to see which academy he was suitable for.

"Oh~ little guy, I admit that I wrongly blamed you just now."

"Bravery, perseverance, wisdom, integrity, loyalty...God, I just wanted to assign such a good boy with so many beautiful qualities to Azkaban. I am really guilty."

"Good boy, in order to make up for my sins, I decided to let you choose the college you like."

Ye Feng: [・ヘ・?]

Although he had just 'polished' it a bit when he opened a crack in his consciousness so that the Sorting Hat could peek into some of his thoughts, the Sorting Hat wouldn't do such a thing, right?

"Isn't it because he doesn't know which college I should be assigned to, so he throws this problem back to me? But that's not right. Even if he doesn't know, we can discuss it..."

"Ahem..." Thinking of this, Ye Feng coughed slightly in embarrassment.

It seemed that there was indeed a faint ray of consciousness that wanted to enter his sea of ​​consciousness along the gap he opened to transmit some information, but at the time he thought it was Voldemort or something who wanted to find out his thoughts or something like that. , so he subconsciously used the power of his divine consciousness to smash it into pieces.

"Gryffindor, after all, my good friend is also in Gryffindor."

"oh!!!"

As soon as Ye Feng's choice came out, a huge cheer erupted from where Gryffindor was sitting. While the Gryffindor crowd cheered, there was a beautiful figure in the Ravenclaw crowd whose expression darkened, but then the exquisite figure The little face once again bloomed into a bright smile.

"Although 'younger brother' didn't choose to go to the same school as me, it's very gratifying that he can make friends with people of the same age so quickly. I just didn't expect that my cheap brother would be so good with women. I definitely wouldn't Weak, it seems that as a sister, I have to keep a check on him."

Ye Feng, who was walking quickly to the long table of Gryffindor and Fendo, seemed to feel something and glanced around, and at a glance he saw the girl who still stood out even among the crowd wearing the same black robe.

Seeing the bright smile of the "sister" Ye Fengyi, his mouth moved slightly but did not make a sound. Zhang Qiu in the crowd obviously understood Ye Feng's mouth. So she blushed slightly and looked back at Ye Feng.

Seeing Zhang Qiu's pretty face blushing and lowering her head, Ye Feng scratched his head in confusion, because he just asked Zhang Qiu to wait for him, and he would go find her to play or something when he was free.

Ye Feng just doubted it for a moment and put it behind him. After all, you can't let an old single who doesn't even have much experience communicating with girls become reborn and immediately become emotionally intelligent.

Not long after Ye Feng sat down, it was Harry's turn.

When Harry Potter's name was read out by Vice Principal Minerva, the entire lobby fell silent for an instant, but the next second there was a louder discussion than before, and almost all the discussions in the hall were related to Harry Potter. of.

"Is he Harry Potter? There doesn't seem to be anything special about him."

"Do you think he really has a Z-shaped scar on his forehead?"

"It should be true. It's said in the magic world."

"I don't know which house he will be assigned to, but judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but most likely Gryffindor or Hufflepuff."

"I think it must be Gryffindor. After all, his parents are Gryffindor's."

…

The sound caused by the huge discussion shook the burning candles, and Dumbledore saw Harry stop and not sit on the chair because of the huge discussion, coughed slightly, and said: "Okay, discussion That’s it.”

"Harry, don't worry, just come up and sit on the chair."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry instantly felt relieved. He sat on the chair according to Dumbledore's instructions. Vice Principal Minerva picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it on Harry's head as he sat on the chair.

"Gryffindor!"

As the name Gryffindor rang out, bursts of cheers sounded louder than Ye Feng's just now. The corners of Malfoy's mouth turned up slightly, because in his opinion, Harry was more popular than Ye Feng, and Ye Feng should be quite popular. It's better to be unhappy or even hate Harry.

However, when Malfoy turned his attention to Ye Feng, who had already sat down, he almost exploded with anger, because at this moment, Ye Feng was chatting with Hermione without anyone else, without even raising his head, as if the cheers all around him could not stop. There is generally no jealousy or envy as he expected.

"No, he must have just not shown it. He must have regarded Harry as a competitor in his heart." When he said this, Malfoy's eyes suddenly lit up and he murmured excitedly: "Yes, it must be Such."

"The reason why he didn't look at Harry and pretended to chat with that girl must be to hide his emotions. He must be furious now, right? Humph, what qualifications does a Mudblood have to be my opponent? Harry Potter is already enough."

"It seems that I will have to win over Harry Potter later, so that I won't have to deal with that hateful guy."

"Draco Malfoy..."

Malfoy heard his name as soon as he finished speaking. He was very happy at the moment, and he believed that he would definitely be sorted into Slytherin, so he walked up confidently.

"Look, it's that annoying guy. I hope he won't be assigned to Gryffindor." When Malfoy walked up, Hermione, who was sitting next to Ye Feng, pushed Ye Feng and motioned for him to look towards the stage.

"Pfft~"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, because before the Sorting Hat in the hands of Vice Principal Minerva was placed on Malfoy's head, the Sorting Hat shouted out the name Slytherin loudly and urgently, just like Malfoy. It looked like there was something dirty on Fu's head.

Initially, Hermione and Harry didn't think anything was wrong, but when Ye Feng laughed out loud, they felt a little bit better. After Ronald figured it out, he laughed even louder than Ye Feng. After all, these two guys are naturally incompatible. deal with.

The Sorting Hat ended without any incident, and as Dumbledore knocked on the cup on the table to announce the start of the banquet, sumptuous food suddenly appeared on the table.

Although Ye Feng had eaten a lot of delicious food in the past, it was considered good to be full in this era in China, so he couldn't help but swallow when he saw so many things on the table.

"I haven't had such a sumptuous dinner in a long time. Let's finish eating first."

Seeing Ye Feng immersed in eating, Harry and the others' appetites also increased. When they were about to eat, Ye Feng suddenly put down the knife and fork he was not used to, because he felt a special power.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Ronald screamed and threw the chicken legs in his hand, and then a transparent head emerged from the pile of food.

"Hello, how are you?"

"Ghost...Ghost!"

Ye Feng: (✧◡✧)