Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

What if it weren’t for the fact that the teachers all have traditional arts skills.

They can always surprise you when you least expect them.

Just like in the previous life, the dean would always lie outside the window and give you a loving gaze when you secretly took out your extracurricular books to read.

It makes your breathing quicken and your heart beat faster, as if you have found true love.

Malfoy, who looked embarrassed, looked at the old man with a kind smile in front of him, and felt a little nervous in his heart.

The legendary principal, the greatest wizard of this century, stood in front of him, and the invisible pressure made him speechless.

After a moment of silence, Malfoy took the hat off his head with an embarrassed look.

"Don't get me wrong, we are both innocent." Malfoy tried to explain.

But we all know that the explanations at this time are often pale and feeble, and even have the meaning of getting darker and darker.

Moreover, it is generally difficult for people who are caught on the spot to stand up.

They are the kind that can be arrested and paraded through the streets.

Even if he really just wanted to borrow the hat, not give one to Dumbledore.

"This sounds really interesting. Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy. Of course I won't suspect that you are doing something shameful. In fact, you shouldn't be able to do anything, right?"

And you haven’t answered my question yet. Are you not satisfied with the results of your sorting?”

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, and his cloudy eyes revealed the rare aura of an old man, even though he looked like just an ordinary old man next door.

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised that Dumbledore was so easy to talk to. He happened to be not an idiot, so of course he would go down the steps.

"Ah hahaha, I didn't expect you to see this. Yes, I am indeed a little confused."

Speaking of this, Malfoy's expression suddenly became serious, as if he was explaining something very important.

He touched his hair, frowned, and said seriously:

"Actually, I have always thought that I have a brain full of wisdom. I am particularly suitable for going to Ravenclaw. I think that is where my talents can be brought into full play. Well... what do you think of my idea?"

After saying that, Malfoy patted his forehead and sighed, seeming to feel extremely regretful that his smart head could not go to the right place.

Dumbledore blinked, half-smiling:

"You shouldn't ask me this question. After all, sorting is not my responsibility. I want to know, Mr. Sorting Hat, does he agree with your opinion?"

"I've never seen nonsense before. This kid is a born Slytherin, Ravenclaw, hehe, that will ruin him."

The Sorting Hat seemed to have his professionalism questioned and said angrily.

Malfoy looked at the broken hat in his hand with a speechless expression, and thought to himself, please don't make trouble at this time, okay? Didn't you see that I was trying to find a way to make up for it?

Just stop showing off, okay?

"It seems that the professionals don't agree with you." Dumbledore joked and shrugged.

Malfoy smiled and could only continue:

"It seems I've overthought it. Well, Slytherin is actually pretty good, so I really can't transfer to another hospital."

He also tried to save his life.

Dumbledore spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I don't think there has ever been a precedent like this at Hogwarts."

This is so inhumane. When he was in college, he seemed to be allowed to change majors as long as his grades were among the top three in his grade.

However, when I thought about it, he was able to get into the top three and still be a chicken.

Therefore, this incident tells us that a rational fool has no choice.

"It seems that I have no chance with Ravenclaw."

Malfoy showed a regretful expression, as if he was too involved in the drama.

Although what he was really lamenting in his heart was: Farewell, my Hufflepuff, farewell, my exclusive cooking service.

Dumbledore: "Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy, the Sorting Hat can't go wrong. I believe you can also show your wisdom in Slytherin, although I don't really see it... Ahem, sorry. , I made a bit of a mistake."

Malfoy: "......"

Hey, I didn’t expect that Lao Deng, a thick-browed guy like you, is actually quite good at burying people.

"For your kind words..." Malfoy said with a fake smile.

The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, but Dumbledore, a veteran, had experience and immediately started to change the topic.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, the joke is over. I want to know what you want to do with the Sorting Hat."

Malfoy's face froze, and his whole body felt bad.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore suddenly showed his hand.

This caught him off guard.

You old man, why do you say you won't act if you don't want to act?

Wasn't it enjoyable just now?

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore nodded with a smile and continued:

"It seems that it is not convenient for Mr. Malfoy to say it. It's okay. Why don't we ask the Sorting Hat what he thinks?

Mr. Hat, does Mr. Malfoy have something to tell you?"

Before Malfoy had time to signal to the Sorting Hat, he opened his voice and said excitedly when he saw the little broken hat:

"Albus, you know, I just found my name and it was the biggest surprise in 100 years."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised, narrowed his eyes, and responded:

"That's really good news, let's get acquainted again, Mr. Hat, your name is"

It's your uncle

Malfoy added in his mind.

Sorting Hat: "Heim, yes, that's it. Does it sound like it matches my temperament?"

Dumbledore: "...It matches very well. Can I ask if Mr. Malfoy gave you this name? Because I always wanted to give you a name before, but you never seemed to be satisfied." .”

"No, he didn't name it for me. This is my original name. I finally know why I was dissatisfied with your name before. Because I have a name, but I forgot it.

Fortunately, this little Malfoy guy reminds me that he is really my lucky star."

Malfoy covered his face, feeling so fucked up inside.

Yes, he was sold so easily, completely and completely.

If God could give him a chance, he would definitely kick Broken Hat's butt with his leather boots.

Dumbledore glanced at Malfoy in surprise and said with interest:

"That's really interesting. The first person I know the name of my most important friend is a first-year wizard who has just started school. To be honest, this really surprised me."

Heim sighed and said:

"Yeah, I didn't expect that after so many years, I could actually find my own name. Oh, by the way, I think I want to help him solve a small problem..."

Malfoy finally couldn't listen anymore. He couldn't just watch himself being sold again and again. He quickly reached out his hand to cover Heim's broken mouth, and interrupted loudly at the same time:

"Haha, it's just a very small question, about the direction of life and so on. I hope Mr. Heim can help me answer my questions."

Malfoy was smiling, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Oh" Dumbledore pretended not to see it and continued the topic: "Speaking of this, it seems that my job is to help students answer their questions. Mr. Malfoy, why don't you come to me? This will make me I feel like I’m a bit incompetent as the principal.”

Malfoy waved his hand and said with a dry smile: "I can't help you with this small problem. Heim is enough."

Dumbledore chuckled: "If that's the case, fine, but I still have a question, how did Mr. Malfoy know the name of the Sorting Hat?

Please forgive the curiosity of an old man. After all, my time at Hogwarts is not short, and I don’t know as much as a first-year wizard. This is really disappointing. "

Good guy, you got the point right.

This question is really hard to answer.

Malfoy's mind was racing, trying to find an excuse to fool him.

After a long silence, he finally pretended to sigh and said:

"This... was actually divined by me."

"Divination"

"Yes, it comes from a magical and ancient Eastern divination technique. I saw it from a broken book in the family library."