The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Ka~~"

In the sound of the wooden door being slowly opened.

Minerva McGonagall, as the Vice President Gryffindor Dean's Transformation Professor, brought all the freshmen in.

In the eyes of other grade students, they walked straight to the forefront of the lobby.

While walking in the lobby, Olga saw a familiar figure, Penello, among the many senior students sitting next to the dining seats.

After discovering that she was waving to herself, Olga also waved her hand casually.

They barely greeted each other.

Looking at the actions of Olga and Penello, the female classmate next to Penello asked curiously: "Do you know that freshman?"

Penello replied: "I was sitting in the same room with him while on the express train."

The girl shook her hand and begged: "Then tell me about him, he is so handsome~~"

The tender grass is too fragrant, she wants to eat it.

"..."

Penello turned her head a little helplessly, and she didn't know what to say when faced with the request of her friend.

I can only helplessly explain: "I don't know him well either, I just know his name and I will be Olga."

In fact, there are more than one or two girls who get the idea of ​​Olga.

When the freshmen walked in, at least 90% of their eyes were focused on Olga.

That unique sense of presence makes him extremely conspicuous even when standing in the crowd.

The other people around are automatically filtered as background, becoming the unknown passerby A, the unknown passerby B...

For a time.

His limelight even completely suppressed the previous key topic-Harry Potter.

After all, such a handsome boy is standing here, what else would the big guy look at?

Mysterious person or something, anyway, it's been on the street for many years now, so what does he do?

Harry Potter immediately received a cold reception.

Become an unknown passerby who is beating soy sauce.

Harry Potter didn't feel much about this, after all, he hadn't figured out what own positioning was.

But many Samsara people who know the original plot are very sour.

They are also novices who come to practice, others are living in the spotlight, and they are living in the gutter themselves.

‘I have to think of a way to kill him...’

Many Samsara people have this kind of envy, jealousy and hatred.

And Olga just looked at the food on the surrounding tables and yawned calmly.

The food is good.

He just happened to be a little hungry.

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After leading the crowd to the end of the hall, McGonagall said to the freshmen: "Wait here, then, before the sorting ceremony begins, Principal Dumbledore has something to say to you."

So an old man with a white beard with glasses stood up and briefly talked about the various items that need to be paid attention to in the school.

When the other party was talking, Orjuga could clearly perceive the other party's magical power level.

At the very least, there are many scumbags who can't even control their magic power. They are incomparable.

In addition, there is only one man with his head in his head and looking fearful. He needs a little attention.

The two completely different magical reactions in the opponent's body, although they are a little bit hip when combined, they are plot bosses anyway.

When McGonagall waited for Dumbledore to finish speaking, he picked up a frustrated pointed hat from the side and said, "Next, please come up to anyone who I read the name.

And I will bring this sorting hat to his head, and the sorting hat will sort him out.

Hermione Granger..."

The yellow-haired girl next to Olga, she didn't expect that the first person would be herself, and she was shocked.

She whispered, "No...well, don't be nervous, you can..."

He walked over to McGonagall with a lack of confidence.

And hearing this name, Olga recognized that the other party was the little girl looking for Toad.

He was a little familiar with this name, and subconsciously glanced at the so-called secondary mission in the main god space, or it should be said that it was the stuff of the reward list.

Near the bottom of the list, he saw the opponent's name.

Um……

It's worth 500 bonus points, so it feels cheap.

Is this a supporting role?

Olga, who only knew the first general plot, didn't quite understand this matter.

But he knew that the other party should be a bit of a scene.

So I took an extra look and didn't continue to pay attention.

As for the other Samsara people, they paid a lot of attention to Hermione, and they didn't give up because of too few reward points.

On the contrary, he was extremely concerned about her.

Because they are the same protagonist trio, compared to Harry Potter, who was stared at by Dumbledore and Snape, and Ron Weasley, who was a bit low, but was from a pure-blood family.

Hermione Granger was just a little girl from an ordinary family, without any decent background. It is not too difficult to disguise her Death as various accidents.

However, there is another problem that makes it difficult for many Samsara people to start.

In the story world, the protagonist's halo is real!

As the real son of destiny, Hermione has the invisible shelter of destiny on her body.

Unless there is some overwhelming strength, otherwise every Samsara who wants to do her hands will easily overturn under the influence of various inexplicable factors.

So to a certain extent, the risks of hands-on are fluctuating, which is not very easy to control.

Of course, if the protagonist's halo or something were just a small problem, if he directly destroyed the world like Orr's last world.

After all, when smashing the table, the rules of the game on the table are not so important.

"Gryffindor!"

Among the loud words of the Sorting Hat, Hermione, who was still a little flustered, took off her hat happily.

Actually it is not said that she likes the Gryffindor Academy very much.

In fact, she didn't even know the difference between the four colleges.

Worries before.

It's just because I'm afraid that I will fall into an unqualified evaluation.

So after the allocation, I didn't worry about anything immediately.

Very happy!

"Draco Malfoy!"

McGonagall continued to read the list in hand.

And time passed slowly like this.

"Zhao Xiang!"

Hearing the name chanted by McGonagall, a certain Samsara immediately took a step forward with a little pain.

‘The Lord God of Dog...’

And many Samsara people hiding in the dark also cast loving gazes at him, thinking about how to kill him.

In the main god space, in addition to the number, the Samsara must also set the title of own.

That name will determine the name of the identity that the Lord God arranges for you in many mission worlds.

So many Samsara people directly use own real name.

Otherwise, when someone in the mission world asks you 桀骜の哥no acquaintance or Heavenly Demon on the street, the scene will become very embarrassing.

That feeling is the same as being found on the street as an alien.

Next, because the name was very contradictory, several Samsara were recognized.

"Oljuga."

When McGonagall said the name, Olga directly stood up calmly and walked in front of her.

Although he doesn't know what the situation of the four colleges is, he still has a little expectation at this moment.

When McGonagall looked at Olga, who was not impatient or impatient, a smile was rarely shown on his serious face.

After all, to be handsome, one must have privileges.

Afterwards, the Sorting Hat was firmly put on Olga's head.

Everyone also moved their gazes.

Everyone is very concerned about the college where the handsome guy belongs.

Especially women.

But the Sorting Hat doesn't think so.

As a special item given life by magic.

It has the ability to read the emotions on the surface of organisms, and can distinguish the essence of a person through emotions, anger, sorrow, and other emotions, and then classify them.

And the moment it successfully touched Olga's head, it felt the inexplicable maliciousness in the opponent's heart that had not been concealed, and the intense to the extreme painful emotion.

In less than a second, it felt that it was about to die on the spot.

"Azkaban! Send him to Azkaban! Immediately! Immediately!!"

After screaming out the words with all his strength, the Sorting Hat sprang up like a rocket in the shocked gaze of everyone, and then quickly rolled and ran alone.

Orleja didn't care about its actions, but calmly thought:

‘Which class is Azkaban?

Is it possible that what is the hidden elite class?

Four classes become the fifth?

I understand, this is the principle that the four heavenly kings must have the fifth one!

I really deserve it...’

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