Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

Ever since I was stabbed in the back by my teammates in the first confrontation that day, I seemed to have seen all the situations I would face in the future. It turned out that it was just as expected.

At the moment when he was about to win, Malfoy had to accept the disastrous outcome sadly because his teammates rushed into his own crystal carrying fifty kilograms of explosives.

In an awkward atmosphere, both parties successfully completed the handover ceremony of the toad, defending the fact that pets are an integral part of their owners.

Neville further stated that he will strengthen his management of pets and strive to achieve the ideal state of people and pets becoming one.

At the same time, I hope that the Malfoy side can recognize its sovereignty over Leif, give up unnecessary illusions, and stop taking excessive actions that endanger the life of the toad...

Malfoy said...this is not my fault.

When watching Goyle hand the toad into Neville's hands, Malfoy felt that it was not the toad, but his own stain...

In short, a possible conflict was eliminated and everything returned to a peaceful state.

Harry Ron escorted Neville away who was looking delighted to have recovered.

Hermione paused and said seriously to Malfoy:

"Mr. Malfoy, it seems that noble blood does not make you much nobler. Character is what we value more. One day, you will find out how ridiculous your prejudice is."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then realized something and shrugged helplessly.

He thought for a while, suddenly stuck out his tongue, made a face, and then walked away with a proud look on his face.

Hermione: "..."

What does he mean?

...............

After a while, Malfoy suddenly heard a scream.

"Ah, what is that?"

Malfoy looked up and saw two pearly-white, translucent ghosts floating over the young wizard's head.

One fat and one thin, one tall and one short.

It's obviously not the big-headed son and the little-headed father.

Of course it's not mindless and unhappy.

If Malfoy guessed correctly, that should be the resident ghost of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

They are the nearly headless Sir Nicholas and the fat monk who does not deserve a name.

They seemed to be arguing about something.

The fat ghost said: "It's over, Sir, we should give him another chance..."

The thin ghost said: "Little Fatty, haven't we given Peeves enough opportunities?

He doesn't do his job day by day and even gives us nicknames. Listen to what he calls me. The decapitated boy calls you a roly-poly.

And he's not even a ghost. I said, what are you doing here?"

The thin ghost in the wheel-neck tights suddenly spotted the first-year students.

No one answered.

"New student."

The chubby monk smiled in a gloomy tone.

Malfoy suddenly felt that the next line was, did you drop this golden wand, or... I'm sorry to get involved.

"You are preparing for the test. I hope you can be sorted into Hufflepuff, which is the house I studied in before."

After saying that, the fat monk floated away chatting and laughing with Nicholas, leaving the little wizards in shock.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin. Now, line up in a single file and follow me."

Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared and said with a cold face.

If I go, you will show up.

Malfoy felt as if Professor McGonagall's eyes glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

This made his heart tighten, feeling like something was wrong.

The little ones who had seen McGonagall's aura all lined up obediently, and Malfoy also sneaked into the queue.

At this time, the little witch in front of Malfoy suddenly turned around and whispered:

"Malfoy, I heard them say that Professor McGonagall already knows that the rumors about the Sorting House came from you. You should be more careful later."

Damn it, why do I have a bad feeling?

Malfoy was shocked.

Whose righteous backstab is this?

We will all be classmates from now on. Why don’t we become the teacher’s undercover agents so quickly and report me?

"Thanks for the reminder, by the way, you are"

Malfoy looked at the little witch in front of him, and suddenly felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the little witch glared at herself:

"Mr. Malfoy, did you eat too many flavored beans and ruin your brain? We saw you at your 11th birthday party this year."

After saying this, the little witch turned back and ignored him again.

Malfoy suddenly remembered where this familiar feeling came from. He had seen it before.

Thinking back carefully, there were indeed several families bringing their descendants to the banquet, and one of them seemed to be... from the Parkinson family.

Then the little witch in front of me is...

Pansy Parkinson, one of the Slytherin villain squad, has a pitifully small role.

Aunt Luo is really biased. The little girl is not ugly at all.

Malfoy carefully recalled the information about the little witch.

Apparently, in the book, he seems to be one of his followers, and he seems to be an admirer of his original self...

Unfortunately, nothing came of it later.

Bah, stinky scumbag

Malfoy appeared to be condemning, but in reality he was complaining enviously.

Alas, I’ve already occupied the magpie’s nest, and I don’t want to be a big boss. Why do I need so many followers? Why don’t I keep them for the New Year?

Goyle and Crabbe alone are enough to give him a headache.

In other words, let nature take its course.

Malfoy, who was thinking wildly, followed the team and unknowingly walked into a splendid hall.

Amidst the lively and grand background music, Malfoy, who was awakened, saw that students from the four colleges were already sitting around four long tables, and many of them had smiles on their faces.

Especially those in the second grade seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of accomplishment at the fact that they had finally become seniors.

This reminded Malfoy of his previous life when he was a sophomore and welcomed freshmen.

While carrying the school girl's suitcase, I heard the school girl call her senior affectionately, and I felt that subtle state in my heart...

Above the table were thousands of candles floating in the air, lighting up the entire restaurant.

Malfoy shook his head. He knew that wizards would be reluctant to install energy-saving lamps in the hall.

Not to mention the backward lighting method, Malfoy felt that the 3D starry sky projection effect on the ceiling was quite good.

He had always wanted to have one at home, but unfortunately there was no place to learn such fancy magic.

Lucius, who was devoted to the study of black magic, could not teach him.

I can only wait and see if I have a chance to ask Old Deng for advice.

In front of everyone on the four tables were glittering gold plates and goblets. Of course, they were all empty now.

Malfoy thought to himself that it was a good thing he didn't bring the Niffler that he raised at home, otherwise the place would be ransacked.

Should Hogwarts add a "no sniffing" rule?

Otherwise, I'm afraid this school won't be able to be saved...

There is another long table on the upper stage of the restaurant, which is where the teachers sit.

All professors teaching classes at Hogwarts have already taken their seats.

Malfoy also saw the figure of gamekeeper Hagrid, but he was sitting in the corner seat.

Sitting in the center seat is naturally Albus Percival Woolfrick, the headmaster of Hogwarts who is highly respected in the wizarding world, has disciples all over the world, is an upright leader, known to everyone, known to everyone, is strong, wily, and cunning. Brian Dumbledore.

Good guy, his name is longer than Gorky’s

Malfoy secretly glanced at the cheat sheet and gasped.

Look at the title Lao Deng.

President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, and a first-level magician of the Sir Merlin Order.

What is an international wizard?

Malfoy tactical retreat

At this moment, Malfoy suddenly heard someone talking quietly next to him.

"Okay, next we invite our Vice Principal of Hogwarts and Dean of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, to perform on stage.

Look, Professor McGonagall brought out a four-cornered stool.

I bet that's a historic stool

Look at the stool legs, the pattern, and the color. It’s simply a work of art.

I'd pay 250 galleons for it

Wait, what is that, oh my God,

Professor McGonagall took out another wizard's hat that looked like a rat-raised wizard's hat found in the trash at my house.

Is she going to pull a rabbit out of this old hat?

what

Are you saying that this is the enduring legend of Hogwarts, the legendary treasure of the school, who has not taken a bath for thousands of years, who calls himself a thinker, singer, and philosopher wearing a poet's Sorting Hat?

this is incredible

Merlin's underwear

After a year, can we finally listen to the beautiful singing voice of this damn hat again?

Instead of that, I'm even okay with touching it.

I mean, if it's willing to wash it down with Jordan's Secret Body Wash...

That will make it look more solemn. Are you really not going to give it a try?

Very useful..."

The prefect sitting on the left side of the Gryffindor table, Percy Weasley, suddenly said harshly to the dark-skinned third-year wizard sitting next to the twin brothers:

"Shut up, Li Jordan, do you want Gryffindor to have points deducted?"

Li, who was very interested in explaining, had no choice but to stop trying to sell shower gel to the first-year wizard standing next to him.

Malfoy chuckled secretly, good guy, no wonder he is the official commentator of Hogwarts Quidditch.

Still capable

After this little interlude, it was soon time for the Sorting Hat to sing.

I saw a wide crack in the edge of the hat, like a mouth, and then started singing.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Malfoy subconsciously wanted to get himself some earplugs to listen.

Let me go, this singing sound is life-threatening and it doesn’t cost money.

Helplessly, in full view of the public, he didn't dare to be so ostentatious, so he had to plug his ears silently.

"You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance.

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After finally waiting for the Sorting Hat to finish singing, everyone showed expressions of relief, and the audience burst into applause.

The Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables, then stood still.

Malfoy sighed.

I'm sorry, with your strength, I can't turn around for you.