Hogwarts: The drugged devil, the enemy of wizards

"Hufflepuff!"

Looking at the two twisted braids, after getting the answer of the sorting hat, walking towards the Hufflepuff table with a red little face, the corners of Romon's mouth couldn't help but slightly hook while clapping elegantly.

Before crossing into this world, only the protagonist trio was noticed.

However, after really arriving in this world, Romon found that these small characters in the original plot also have attractive and interesting points.

"Rowe, Professor Romon, I, I, I, I'm Quirrell, very, nice to meet you. "

Just as Romon was watching Professor McGonagall sort the little wizards one by one, a stammering voice with obvious flattery and timidity came from the side.

No need to look, the slightly pungent smell of garlic makes Romon already speak who it is.

With a faint glance at Quirrell, who was wearing a turban, Romon had no intention of shaking hands with the other party at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually a little bit of a cleaner, I don't have to shake hands, and besides, Professor Quirrell has one thing I need to tell you in advance, I'm not interested in you at all, as long as you don't let your disgusting garlic smell pollute the air around me." "

Quirrell suddenly didn't know what to say.

The movement here was seen by some wizards, but the person who spoke was Romon, and Quirrell had to bow his head in embarrassment at the moment, burying his head in the food in front of him.

"See, Harry, this is the Silver Lord, my father said that guy likes to bully the weak. "

Ron stood beside Harry and muttered softly.

Hermione, who was standing beside them, suddenly frowned in annoyance, and was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall on the stage had already called her name.

"Hermione Granger!"

When the small body passed by Ron, he fiercely pushed his elbow against the other party, expressing his dissatisfaction in the latter's cry of pain.

Looking at Hermione, who was sitting in a chair and wearing a wizard hat, Ron covered the place where he was topped, cursing in pain.

"Only a bad guy like the Silver Lord would defend a guy like that, Harry, this guy is definitely going to Slytherin, as it has always been, all Slytherins are bad wizards, and Gryffindors are all decent people..."

However, the words are not finished, the next moment.

"Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall's announcement instantly froze the expression on Ron's face.

"Water, why is this bad breed sorted into Gryffindor?!"

Hermione, who got down from her chair, did not walk towards the Gryffindor table for the first time after hearing the results of her sorting room, but turned her head to look in the direction of Romon.

After the latter smiled and nodded, Hermione sat down in her Gryffindor seat with a happy face.

"I can see that this Miss Hermione is very pleased with our Professor Romon, and you must have something special about her that attracted her. "

Dumbledore smiled and suddenly said to Romon.

Looking at the other party's shining eyes, Romon immediately knew that this old thing was going to start calculating something again.

The paving plan of the savior Harry Potter, Romon is really not interested at all.

Even, Romon really scoffed at Dumbledore's behavior of not wanting to make himself stronger and then solve Voldemort, but instead pinning his hopes on what Harry Potter.

"Yes, I am more interested in this clever Miss Muggle than in the son of the fool of James Potter. "

Saying that, turning his head, Romon seemed to have discovered something interesting.

He tried to look at Professor Garlic who stood between him and Snape, who suddenly timidly carried his own dinner plate and hid to the side.

Ignoring his arrogant behavior at the moment, he was once again seen by these little wizards on the scene.

Romon sat down beside Snape with a playful look.

The latter was still staring directly at Harry Potter, who was about to accept the Sorting, but did not notice Romon's approach.

"Look at his eyes, how much like Lili~"

Snape nodded, and then finally reflected.

Instantly, as if he had been greatly frightened, he was ready to get up suddenly, but he didn't want a palm to be pressed on his shoulder first.

Press him dead to his seat.

"Hehe, Professor Snape, what are you so excited about, even if you see your godson, you always have to pay attention to the occasion, don't you?"

Romon laughed, and the laughter made Snape feel only bristle.

"What the hell are you going to do? He's just a kid!"

Snape warned through gritted teeth in a voice that only the two could hear.

However, Romon raised an eyebrow.

"What a touching look, Professor Snape, but the way our classmate Harry looks at you now, something doesn't seem quite right." "

"Professor Snape, your godson, doesn't seem to like you very much. "

Hearing this, Snape turned his head.

But it happened to be in front of Harry Potter, who was covering the stinging scar on his forehead with one hand at the moment, staring at him with a puzzled and suspicious look.

Leave aside for a moment what Snape and our Mr. Savior have on their side.

Soon, with the last little wizard, the sorting was completed.

The sorting ceremony is also officially over, looking at the little wizards sitting in their respective sorting positions as in the original work, the corners of Romon's mouth can't help but hook slightly.

At this moment, Ron and the others were still wondering about another thing.

"So, when will the entrance examination be conducted? "

Harry didn't know, but Miss Jack-of-All-trades on the side scoffed, shook her head and didn't speak.

Eating what's on your plate.

On the Slytherin table, Draco and the others had the same confusion.

With one hand, Draco grabbed his space pocket, which contained things like brushes that his father had bought for him to shine his shoes.

And beside him, Goyle, Crabbe and others are in a similar situation.

Or rather, the little wizard who entered Slytherin this year already had a pocket full of things at the moment.

"Does the Sorting Examination have to be after we finish dinner?"

Draco couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't help but wonder if there really was such a thing as an assessment?

But thinking of how careful his father had taught him, Draco couldn't help but shake his head, how could he doubt his father?

Suddenly.

"Pansy, look at it, what the Silver Demon King is drinking now seems to be the green tea of the East!"

Hearing this, Pansy, who was also struggling with her own tea making technique, when to start the assessment, suddenly turned her head.

On the stage, Wednesday was pouring tea for Romon, who had just finished eating.

"Miss Wednesday, it looks like you have a lot to learn. "

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