The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

These words looked like they came from a professor or Dumbledore, but they were said by Moriarty, who was in the second grade. What's more, the little wizards not only didn't find it strange, but took it for granted.

Even when Moriarty's words spread throughout the train, the students of the other three colleges put on their school robes, their faces became serious, thinking about alchemy and their plans for the next school year.

No one cared about Diana's beauty anymore, but began to pay attention to Nicolas May.

This phenomenon continued until the old students entered the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Moriarty led the little snakes of Slytherin to the long table, and found that there were two more seats in the professor's seat this year, and two old men with white hair and kind eyes were sitting beside Dumbledore.

"Nicole May!!!"

"Perenelle!!!"

Somebody called out the identities of the two old men, and the cheers of the students resounded from the four long tables.

It was deception, the students of Hogwarts finally met the legendary Nicolas May!

Moriarty stood up and applauded. Under his leadership, the four long tables burst into thunderous applause.

Nicole May's eyes fell on Moriarty. His eyes seemed to possess enormous magical power. Even though he hadn't used Legilimency on Moriarty, Moriarty felt confused and tired.

It was like going through a life journey of hundreds of years, but it happened in an instant, and then Moriarty became extremely calm, so calm that his whole body exuded a breath of dead silence.

"Moriarty, Moriarty!" Lilith called softly, she stretched out her right hand and lightly poked Moriarty's arm.

A flash of lightning flashed across Moriarty's mind, and he woke up suddenly. He looked around in a daze, and finally fixed his eyes on Nicolas.

"The baptism of time, the precipitation of years... is far more powerful than the magic power accumulated in five hundred years."

In his previous life, Moriarty felt that Nicolas had an indescribable strength, and now he finally had some clues, time.

Obviously, the other students didn't notice this, or they didn't think about it at all, they were immersed in the joy of the legendary figure appearing beside them.

Only Lilith looked at Moriarty worriedly, she always felt that Moriarty was a little strange.

It wasn't just the careful Lilith who found Moriarty abnormal, but also Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore, but the two old men didn't show it, they just smiled kindly at the students.

Nicole May said to his wife Perenelle: "The last time I saw these lovely and innocent smiling faces was more than a hundred years ago, at Beauxbatons. Do you remember, you did the A lecture."

"Of course I remember, my dear. I still remember that you also had a cute and innocent smiling face five hundred years ago. At that time, you smiled shyly and asked me about a lost secret Greek language."

Perenelle beamed, and began whispering to Nicolas May about their romance.

"Time never beats a beauty," Gemma Farley shook her head and sighed. She was always rational, but now her eyes were full of longing. She opened a notebook and read: "When people mention Nicole May, the first thing they think is his magic power. Stone, but few people know that this master alchemist born in the 14th century has lived to be 662 years old! What is even less known is that Nicolas Lemer's wife Perenelle is three years older than him!"

Gemma suddenly emphasized her tone: "That's right! Perenelle is Nicole May's senior! The two of them studied together at Beauxbatons! Merlin, it's so romantic!"

Lilith glared at Gemma, can you make it more obvious!

But Lilith admitted that she envied the love between Nicole May and Perenelle.

Who doesn't envy the love that has been with each other for more than six hundred years?

The little witches at Hogwarts quickly fell into fantasy, and then chatted with their best friends!

The topic changed too quickly, from alchemy to love almost instantly.

Dumbledore felt the atmosphere in the auditorium, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

He looked at the elderly couple beside him, he felt sour, and he looked at Moriarty sitting at the top of the Slytherin table, and sighed quietly in his heart. At this moment, many inexplicable feelings surged in his heart mood:

How great would it be if GG and he entered Hogwarts this year?

How wonderful it would be if the lonely boy who walked out of the orphanage was admitted to Hogwarts this year?

How nice it would be if James, Lily, Sirius, Lupine, Snape... they entered Hogwarts this year?

if……

Dumbledore took off his glasses, closed his eyes lightly and took a deep breath, raised the wine glass on the table and took a small sip, then shook his head and smiled wryly: I'm actually upset too! ?

"Deng-deng-deng-deng-deng-deng!"

A rhythmic melody came from far and near, which interrupted the imagination of the teachers and students. They realized that it was the sound made by high heels walking on the floor.

However, before they could find the source of the sound, they saw a blond beauty walk to the professor's seat from the middle aisle of the four long tables with a scent of fragrance, and sat in the seat on the far right.

This time it was the little wizards' turn to dream, and the topic shifted from love to Diana.

"This is Diana, professor?" Lilith snorted. It was rare for Gemma to break the stage this time. She sat with Lilith and looked at Diana quietly.

In fact, all the little witches did this. They seemed to be observing every move and smile of this woman who had attracted the attention of all the boys in the school.

Yes, Diana gave Dumbledore a polite smile as she took her seat, and then winked at Moriarty.

This time it seemed that the powder keg was ignited, and the auditorium seemed to explode!

The little wizard seems especially happy to have something happen between newcomer Professor Diana and the most popular of them all, Moriarty.

Jericho whistled loudly, and if Keith and Ralpo hadn't pulled him along, the American cowboy would have set off some fireworks!

However, the arrival of Professor McGonagall made the auditorium quiet. When everyone saw Professor McGonagall holding the sorting hat, they knew that the new students had arrived!

The sorting ceremony began, this year's sorting hat became less interested after learning that Moriarty would not communicate with him, and the sorting song was sung very interestingly.

The main idea is to hope that the little wizards of Hogwarts will unite around Moriarty.

The little snakes called the experts directly, and Charlie Weasley said loudly, "The Sorting Hat may have been cursed with confusion."

Obviously this was a joke, which caused the Sorting Hat and Charlie to argue a few words. In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who urged the Hat to sort them quickly and ended the episode.

The old students put on an expression of watching the show, looking at the nervous freshmen, it was like seeing themselves back then.

"No wonder my parents refused to tell us the details of the sorting ceremony," Lilith smiled. "This feeling is really amazing, and it's only interesting if you experience it yourself."

Moriarty had a deeper understanding. He watched the sorting ceremony seriously. This year's freshmen were no less than last year's class, but most of them went to Hufflepuff.

Leon shook his head: "Looks like last year was the year when we had the most freshmen in Slytherin, and there were too many mixed races this year."

"Cedric Diggory!" Professor McGonagall shouted to the freshmen, and a handsome boy came out, smiling and putting on the sorting hat.

Leon nodded: "Finally there is a pure blood."

"Don't be too happy," Moriarty said with a light smile, "He belongs to Hufflepuff."

Sure enough, the Sorting Hat shouted without much thought, "Hufflepuff without a doubt!"

Leon looked resentful, and heard Professor McGonagall shouting: "Soldaya Selwyn!"

The little snakes cheered up and looked at Saldaya. Leon snorted, "I heard that this kid is a thorn. He challenged Mr. Moriarty at the pure blood party and even used the Cruciatus Curse."

The news spread quickly, and old students from other colleges began to pay attention to Soldaya.

He put the Sorting Hat on his head calmly, and it didn't take long for the Sorting Hat to shout: "Slytherin without a doubt! Are you there, Moriarty? You have an extra helper!"

Saldaya came to the Slytherin long table with a smile on his face. He saw Moriarty sitting on the top of the long table with his back to the professor's chair and facing the little snakes—such a leader of the academy The second-year Moriarty actually took the seat, and no one from the other three colleges dared to sit there, and no one questioned it!

Soldaya became more determined in his choice, walked up to Moriarty, and said sincerely: "Sir, I have carefully thought about what you said, as well as the words of Chief Science Officer Jerry, and made some reflections. I am not used to saying Those promises, I want to speak for myself with my performance."

"Then, Mr. Selwyn," Moriarty motioned him to take a seat, "we will look forward to your performance."

Soldaya obediently sat down to the end, and he saw clearly the position distribution of the long table:

From Moriarty at the head, on the right is the seventh-grade prefect Leon, and then the senior Snake.

The first one on the left is Jericho, followed by Marcus, Lilith, Gemma and other seniors.

In the end, there were a few freshmen like him, sitting at the end.

Obviously, the front position on the left is full of Moriarty's friends! Soldaya's ambition was growing quietly, and he happened to meet Jericho inadvertently.

But Jericho quickly looked away, because the only freshmen left were the Weasley twins.

"Fred Weasley!"

A Weasley put the hat on his head, and the hat immediately yelled, "Gryffindor!"

There was applause from the Gryffindor table, and Percy said to the people around him: "It's my brother, I told you!"

However, Fred refused to take off the sorting hat for a long time. He held his chin and asked, "Are you sure you are right?"

"Sure!" The Sorting Hat replied in a muffled voice, "Every Weasley is a Gryffindor!"

"You don't always rely on this to sort schools, do you?" Fred asked persistently, "I mean, have you made any mistakes over the years?"

"No! No! No!" The hat seemed to be angry: "Are you going?"

"I'm not leaving! Because you made a mistake." Fred said slowly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! For thousands of years, I haven't missed a single freshman." The sorting hat was resolute.

Fred was very proud: "You are wrong! Because I am not Fred Weasley at all! I am George Weasley!"

"What?" The Sorting Hat seemed to have been punched, and Professor McGonagall and others were also surprised.

It wasn't until another Weasley pushed Fred forward that Fred put his hat on another Weasley—that is, George's head, and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you, I'm Fred !Bye~"

"Naughty little troublemaker!" The Sorting Hat yelled, perhaps out of revenge, he delayed George's sorting time, making George a jon hat.

George complained pretendingly: "George was right just now, but you were wrong! I am Fred! You didn't know who we are at all, so you gave us the sorting?"

"Who the hell are you guys!" The Sorting Hat clearly judged their identities through their active brains, but now they were stunned.

"Poor Mr. Hat," George said, taking off his hat and leaving: I'm George, bye! "

There was warm applause from the Gryffindor table, and the students from the other three colleges also bent over with laughter. It was so funny.

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