The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

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

He was afraid that everything that had happened had been a dream, that he would wake up as the poor boy curled up in the storage closet of the Dursleys' house.

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

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 suspect that you fed the Sorting Hat a big glass of butterbeer."

Harry heard the blond girl next to Moriarty say this.

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

His eyes seemed to ask, "Draco was assigned to Gryffindor by you?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Moriarty, indicating that he had done nothing.

Moriarty trusted Dumbledore, and the old Deng had no reason to engage in small tricks at this time.

So Draco's being sorted into the Lion House shows that he really does have some kind of courage.

This result is also difficult for Draco to accept, right?

Moriarty noticed that Draco was at the end of the Gryffindor table, at a fairly noticeable distance from the freshman next to him.

He sat in a daze, and even his normally straight back became hunchbacked.

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

Moriarty shook his head, I'm afraid Narcissa will make a fuss next time.

Jericho whispered, "Sir, they are all talking about the fact that the descendants of the Malfoy family have gone to Gryffindor."

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

Next came Neville and Harry - both of their parents were Gryffindors, and they were both sorted into Slytherins.

Plus Ron Weasley, who was sent to the school infirmary before he had time to attend the branch.

The old students lamented: This freshman class is really restless.

Harry also noticed these things, and he couldn't help asking Neville beside him why.

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

Harry didn't understand, but he remembered one thing: "I saw you on the train and Senior Marcus and they were very familiar. Did you know each other before?"

"Well," Neville nodded, "I'm Mr. Moriarty's disciple, and Senior Marcus is Mr.'s follower—everyone knows that."

"That's it..."

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

"Did you know—the boy everyone's talking about?"

Harry wanted to point to Draco, but felt that it was not polite, so he asked Neville in another way, hoping that Neville would understand what he meant.

Fortunately for Harry, Neville said bluntly: "Oh, you said 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 yourself with, you are famous, Potter." Neville looked at Harry and said seriously.

"Me?" Harry asked, pointing to his nose, he was amused: "I grew up at my aunt's house, Mr. Moriarty and Senior Marcus told me a week ago that I was a wizard, and then I received a holler Gwarz's letter to come here, am I famous?"

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

Harry was about to say something, but heard a high-pitched voice beside him.

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

Harry turned his head and saw a little girl with black hair and mushroom head staring at him dissatisfiedly in front of him.

Because of the heavy bite in his tone, Potter broke his voice and became "Potter".

Beside her was a blonde girl and a short-haired boy with the same eyes.

Harry remembered that one of them was called Pansy, the other was called Daphne, and the short-haired boy seemed to be called Nott - he had been sorted into Slytherin as soon as the Sorting Hat touched his scalp.

Harry looked at Neville in bewilderment, he obviously didn't know these people.

Neville didn't say anything, but pouted towards the Sorting Hat, "The last new student."

"Brace Zabini."

"Slytherin!"

The three of Panxi showed disdainful eyes when they saw that it was Sabini, and some little snakes smiled at each other knowingly.

"This guy is here, and Draco went to Gryffindor instead! Did the hat lose his head!"

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

Not only vented his anger on Harry, but also hoped that Zabini and Draco would exchange.

Zabini walked over quickly, sat down beside Harry, bowed his head and did not speak.

Ever since it was reported that Mrs. Zabini seduced Moriarty, Zabini couldn't hold her head up in the pure-blood circle.

Children of pure-blood families were told by their mothers not to get too close to Zabini.

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

Lilith said fearing that the world would not be chaotic: "Oh, Mrs. Slytherin's son was not sorted into Slytherin, but Mrs. Sabine's son was instead. How can someone explain it when they go home? Tsk tsk... "

Moriarty rubbed his chin, and said lightly, "Even if Moriarty's own son is assigned to which college, I would be willing."

"Really?" Lilith was a little surprised: "I gave birth to you—oh, that's not right, the son you gave birth to is named Slytherin!"

Lilith's heart skipped a beat, and she spoke out when she was excited.

"Of course it's the truth." Moriarty pretended not to hear, and said righteously: "Whether it's Slytherin or Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, it's all Hogwarts." students—I’ve said that many times, I’ve always been the same.”

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

Hannah happily told Tonks, "I knew Mr. Moriarty wouldn't hate me for not going to Slytherin!"

However, Tonks focused on the food, "Professor Dumbledore is dawdling! Hurry up and announce the meal, I have taught the house elves a lot of food."

The eaglets are also discussing why this year's food is delayed.

Their observations were very careful, and they found that there was an empty seat on the professor's bench.

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

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

Hermione said bluntly: "Is there anything special about this professor? Why are everyone waiting for him?"

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

"Cursed!" Hermione covered her mouth.

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

Harry dared to ask, "Master Marcus? Do you know about that curse?"

"Huh?" Marcus said in a low voice without raising his head, "Don't call me until the food arrives."

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

Soldaya looked over and said playfully, "Student Pansy, are you disappointed that Draco didn't come?"

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

Eventually Harry heard about the curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts class from Ravenclaw.

The freshmen were obviously a little more in awe.

"Hey Pepe?" Zhang Qiu suddenly whispered to Penello: "Have you noticed that Professor Snape has been staring at the two freshmen at the end of the long Slytherin table? And his face... eh~ Smellier than the stinkiest black-eyed ant eggs I've ever smelled."

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

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

"It's weird." Penello said in wonder.

"Squeak—"

The castle gate was suddenly pushed open.

A person walked quickly into the hall of the auditorium.

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 welcome applause.

Dumbledore stood up too.

(There will be another update tonight)