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"In a few minutes, the Sorting Ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school."

Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over all the untidy little wizards.

"So I suggest that you tidy yourself up and be more energetic while waiting."

Harry nervously pressed his uncontrollably raised hair with his hands.

Deveraux was calm and composed.

Although he was a little depressed because he couldn't load the entries now.

But he just used a little meditation method.

He felt refreshed immediately.

Sure enough, the wisdom of this sage is really useful!

"I will come to pick you up when it's ready over there."

Professor McGonagall said.

"Please keep quiet while you wait."

Then he left the room.

As soon as the professor left.

The little wizards became restless.

They began to discuss the Sorting Ceremony.

Deveraux was not worried at all.

Unlike these kids who knew nothing.

He is an old Harry Potter fan who has read seven original books and eleven movies.

He didn't care about the trifles like Sorting.

It would be nice to go to Ravenclaw, where he always wanted to go.

It would be OK to go to Gryffindor and hang out with the protagonists.

At worst, he could go to Hufflepuff, where he could often get a lot of free snacks from the house elves.

And Slytherin was the place he least wanted to go.

After all, that was the house where his master Snape was.

It left him with a bit of a psychological shadow.

And he had already offended the Malfoys who were definitely Slytherins in this class on the train.

He didn't want to stay with these guys for the next seven years.

If the Sorting Hat thought he was suitable.

He could also imitate Harry's behavior in the original book.

Just recite it silently.

"Don't go to Slytherin! Don't go to Slytherin! Don't go to Slytherin..."

It probably wouldn't be a problem. ,

The Sorting Hat would definitely obey the will of the individual.

Otherwise, how could the cowardly and despicable Pettigrew enter Gryffindor?

So the plan worked!

Speaking of which.

As soon as he got off the train.

Deveraux saw the Malfoys who had been thrown into other carriages by him before.

They were all bruised and swollen.

It was probably because of Deveraux's last throw.

They fell hard.

They were constantly laughed at by other children while walking on the road.

Malfoy, who was always the most arrogant,

all lowered his head to prevent others from seeing his injuries.

Deveraux watched their performance.

He felt so happy.

He didn't know why.

It seemed that the fear of being expelled from school was gone.

Deveraux took advantage of this time.

To start practicing Zen meditation.

The little wizards next to him had no mood to talk or play.

They were all very nervous.

Hermione was muttering to herself.

She was reciting the spells she had learned quickly.

Deveraux calmed down and adjusted his breathing.

Zen meditation can also be practiced while standing.

Of course, the effect is not as good as sitting.

With the adjustment of breathing rhythm.

Deveraux relaxed his whole body.

Suddenly he felt as if the world was getting farther and farther away from him.

Hermione's recitation became quieter and quieter.

Until he could not hear it at all.

At this time, even if there was a ghost that scared many little wizards and made them run away.

It couldn't disturb Deveraux.

Deveraux immediately entered a state of meditation.

The whole world seemed to be only him and his magic flowing.

There was only a hazy gray fog around.

Deveraux only felt a moment of extreme calm.

Gradually.

He felt as if his control over magic power had become stronger.

The direct reason for Deveraux's feeling was.

The gray fog surrounding his body slowly retreated.

Deveraux could see the little wizards who slipped past him.

trying to avoid the ghost that suddenly broke in.

But it seems that this kind of seeing is a third-person perspective.

He can even see herself!

Not from his eyes.

Deveraud can't describe what this feeling is.

It's like looking in the mirror when you get up in the morning.

The mirror suddenly reflects at a completely different angle.

Suddenly I found that I looked so much weirder than before.

Deveraud tried to continue to circulate magic power.

I wanted to try to see if I could push the gray fog away to a greater extent.

But after trying.

There was no effect.

It was probably because my current magic power level was not high enough.

So Deveraud entered the regular practice again.

After running it twice again.

Withdrew from the practice.

Slowly opened his eyes.

I only felt clear ears and eyes, and my mood was extremely calm.

It seemed that nothing that happened would disturb his heartstrings.

At this time, the ghosts had just finished fighting with the freshmen.Huh.

It disappeared through the wall.

"Oh my God! Deveraux, you can't imagine what you just missed!"

Although Neville was born in a wizard family.

But it was probably the first time he encountered a ghost.

He was so scared that he trembled all over.

Deveraux smiled slightly.

They would often see this ghost in the future.

"It's okay, Neville, I heard that we have a class taught by a ghost."

As soon as these words came out.

Neville's face turned even paler.

"Now, line up in a single line."

Professor McGonagall came back.

She said to the first-year students.

"Follow me."

Follow Professor McGonagall.

The little wizards walked into the hall in an orderly manner.

The hall was brightly lit.

The four long tables represented the four colleges: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Each table was placed with exquisite tableware and silver candlesticks.

The candlelight flickered softly on the smooth tabletop.

The senior students were already seated.

All eyes turned to the new students.

Of course.

Most of the eyes were attracted by Harry.

He was very embarrassed not to respond to these gazes.

The most eye-catching thing was the ceiling of the hall.

Even Deveraux was stunned by this fantastic and beautiful scenery.

It was enchanted.

It presented a starry night sky.

The stars twinkled in the dark.

It seemed that the entire universe was moved into this hall.

The moon hung in the sky.

It cast a faint silver glow.

It illuminated every corner.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students along the long red carpet.

Towards the front of the hall.

There, on a high stool was a tattered hat - the Sorting Hat.

As expected.

The Sorting Hat was patched.

It was worn out.

And it was very dirty.

Deveraux was a little reluctant to wear it on his head.

After a while.

The hat began to sing his weird song of the sorting hat.

Briefly introduced the four major houses.

Received applause from the whole room.

In order for him to be assigned to a satisfactory house later.

Deveraux still gave face like everyone else.

Applause.

Next was the iron-clad Hannah segment.

As expected, she was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Deveraux was in the middle.

Behind Malfoy.

But in front of Harry.

One by one, the little wizards went up.

They were assigned to their respective houses.

As soon as Malfoy sat down.

He started to whisper with the Slytherin prefect.

Pointed at Deveraux from time to time.

Probably complaining.

Finally.

"Deveraux Alexander!"

This surname is not very common in the UK.

It attracted some people's attention.

Deveraux took a confident step.

He walked up the stairs very casually and picked up the Sorting Hat.

When he was about to put it on his head.

The Sorting Hat suddenly shouted sharply!

"Slytherin!!!"