Chapter 13: A show of force at the time of admission
Tom Riddle, in the original work, will become the second generation Dark Lord after Grindelwald.
At this time, he was following Xifa into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Before this, Tom had never thought about it.
The young wizard whom he had met once in Diagon Alley actually walked in front of him to lead him.
Lead all freshmen into the new world!
This twisted psychology makes Tom, who longs for attention, full of jealousy.
But he didn't show any flaw in his expression, and he still treated the pure-blood nobles who were talking to him with a polite and sunny attitude.
In his heart, the little Dark Lord felt that the leading position could only belong to him, and he had no intention of only targeting Xifa.
This is the perverted part of the little Dark Lord's heart, right?
At this time, Xifa was not in the mood to pay attention to who was watching him.
I am the leader, and there are beautiful girls around me.
Jealous glances are inevitable.
Xifa followed Professor Rudd's footsteps and led everyone through the foyer to a small room on the side of the main aisle.
When all the freshmen came into the room, Professor Rude asked everyone to wait quietly here.
Then he left in a hurry.
Looking at the direction, it seems that I am going to report the situation to the principal, professors and others who have been waiting in the auditorium for a long time.
"Bang——"
The door of the cabin slammed shut.
The silence didn't last long.
The room where you could hear the drop of a needle was filled with the buzzing sound of communication.
Listen to the chatter coming from behind.
The content is nothing more than what the sorting ceremony is and the secret information I heard from my parents and brothers.
Xifa felt a burst of emotion in his heart.
He did not participate in the exchanges among the new students.
Instead, he closed his eyes.
As he breathed, the breath of the two women entered his senses.
Xifa relaxed her body, cleared her mind, and then began to constantly hint that she chose Ravenclaw, and it must be Ravenclaw!
Elise wanted to say something else, but Luna stopped her with a look and shook her head slightly.
I don’t know how long it will take.
Xifa slowly opened his eyes. He felt that as long as Dumbledore didn't force him to go to Gryffindor, no one could stop him from going to Ravenclaw!
Just when Xifa was about to say something to the two of them.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly pushed open, causing the "joyful" communication in the hut to come to an abrupt end. The little wizards all looked for fame and left.
Naturally, Xifa also looked dissatisfied and looked for fame.
If it were a little earlier, it would disturb your own autosuggestion.
Without strong desire, it will be difficult to ask the Sorting Hat to sort one into Ravenclaw.
Facing the dissatisfied looks of Xifa and Xinsheng.
A tall, thin old man with gray hair slowly entered from the door.
His black robe was flying in the wind, and a depressing aura spread across his face.
The old man just came to the center in front of the hut, looked down at all the little wizards in front of him, his white beard trembled, and lectured in an old and hoarse voice:
"Hogwarts is a holy place for learning magic, not a nursery! Here, you are students rather than pure children. Not to mention how much knowledge you will master in the future and how sophisticated your magic will be. But now! You have to
Learn what discipline is! What respect is!"
After the words fell, the old man put his hands behind his back, but his eyes had already changed from the turbidity when he first entered the door to as sharp as an eagle.
Xifa, who was the first to express his dissatisfaction, was the first to bear the pressure of the old man.
It feels very uncomfortable, like an unarmed person confronting a tiger in the wild.
Or enter a narrow well and look directly into the deep trench...
That's the body's instinctive fear.
Xifa's breathing was a little rapid.
But his hands subconsciously pulled the two girls behind him.
At this point, the old man finally looked behind him.
Xifa, who was sweating from behind, seemed to see the old man's beard trembling, as if he was smiling?
Laughing at my overestimation? Or my courage to resist? Or admiring me for not losing my temper under pressure?
Xifa is a little confused.
Just when Xifa was reflecting, the little wizards that the old man looked at all lowered their heads, showing an attitude of unwillingness to fight.
After scanning all the new students with an expressionless expression, the old man stood up straight again and withdrew his gaze. Accompanied by the sound of everyone breathing, the old man walked outside the house and said,
"The sorting ceremony will begin soon. The college you are assigned to is the college you will stay in for the next seven years. You cannot change it unless you are dropped out!"
The old man went out without closing the door.
Xifa suddenly understood, and he quickly pulled Elise and Luna to follow the old man's footsteps.
Seeing that there is a leader, the new students seem to have a backbone.
They followed the three of them out in unison.
Xifa quickly caught up behind the old man, and when he slowed down, he heard an inaudible praise, "You are indeed not stupid!"
However, the old man climbed the stairs in an orderly manner with his back to Xifa.
Xifa actually had the slightest idea whether he was hearing hallucinations.
Climb up to the end of the stairs and go through an aisle.
In front of you is the auditorium where the sorting ceremony is held.
The oil paintings whispering on both sides cannot attract your attention.
Because the frontal scene is so solemn and solemn.
A little candlelight illuminated the teacher's chair, and in the middle was an old man with a white beard and a costume with a sinister look.
This position should belong to Principal Armando Dippet.
Xifa thought.
Look to both sides.
He first saw the round-bellied Horace Slughorn, who was suspected to be the Potions Professor.
Next, I met the first wizard I came into contact with—Professor Albus Dumbledore.
It seems that someone is looking at me with fiery eyes.
Dumbledore, who was talking sideways, turned to look at the group of freshmen, and saw Xifa looking at him with surprise. He smiled and congratulated Xifa for entering Hogwarts.
"Thank you, Mellors. Leave the rest to me."
An equally old voice said gently.
Hearing the sound, Xifa discovered that there was an old man hiding in the darkness under the teacher's bench.
"Then thank you to Vice Principal Brandt."
In front of Xifa, the old professor known as Mellors greeted him in a polite tone, and then walked towards the teacher's desk.
The conversation between the two was clearly heard in the quiet auditorium.
"Ahem, then, the sorting ceremony begins!"
See Professor Mellors walk up to the teacher's chair and sit down.
Vice President Brandt strode to the foot of a giant eagle statue and coughed twice in an attempt to attract everyone's attention, but everyone was always watching him, the only one walking in the auditorium.
"Whoever hears the name, come forward and wear the Sorting Hat!"
The old man pointed to the gray and wrinkled pointed hat on the blue stool beside him.
"Don't the Sorting Hat sing? Well, it's not suitable for singing in this atmosphere..."
Xifa wondered in his mind.
While everyone's attention was attracted, Luna quietly said to Xifa, "He is Elise's grandfather."
Hearing this, Xifa looked incomprehensible...
Is this the person Elise wants to be wary of?
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