When he once again put on the Sorting Hat in front of everyone's attention, Harry was not unnervous - that's not to say that others didn't attract everyone's attention when they were sorted, but not everyone can enjoy it and everyone is curious. The probing eyes looked at him twice. This was not a sorting ceremony for everyone, it was just for him.
But this also has an advantage - sitting high, he can see farther, and he can see the expressions of everyone below.
Lily...she was very excited, yes, she was looking at her new friend with an encouraging look; James was sitting very close to Lily, with 'I'm a little interested' written all over his face. These two people made Harry's heart feel like it was close to a fireplace, and he always felt like something was burning instantly, hot and hot.
They didn't know where their son was finally sorted, and they might have thought that I would be admitted to Gryffindor like them. Harry thought with a sour and happy heart, at least they could see me sorted with their own eyes.
Although, well, last time he was in the spotlight and was under a lot of pressure, this time he was still in the spotlight and was under a lot of pressure.
Harry still remembered that Professor McGonagall presided over the last sorting ceremony, but this time, dumbledore stood beside him.
"Mr. Francis Bagshot, who transferred from abroad, will join us and study at Hogwarts from today on," Dumbledore said. Most of the people who were preparing to dine stopped, and the conversation began to become quieter. At this time, everyone Noting that there was one more person in front of the teacher's table, "Out of tradition, I hope to decide on Mr. Bagshot's affiliation before starting the meal."
At this time, Dumbledore finally put the Sorting Hat on Harry's head.
"Don't be nervous, Francis." His attitude was kind and his expression was steady. He was slightly different from the old man in Harry's impression. "No matter which college you choose, it will be your new home."
"Thank you." Harry quickly whispered his thanks.
And the second he shut up again, the Sorting Hat snorted loudly in his head.
"Hmm~~~~~~~" The Sorting Hat grunted like an old man grunting his teeth, and then said, "Strange, very strange... Well, where do you want to go?"
"...Uh?" Harry was surprised, "Can I choose?"
"You seem to be of extraordinary origin, child," the Sorting Hat said gloomily, "I can't probe your head too deeply...and you have already been sorted, haven't you? The strange thing is that I have no impression...Oh oh, I What did I see? There is something special about you, and you also have a special ability. May Merlin bless you... Well, how about you go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat said, yawning quite decently, as if As if a hat won't get enough sleep, "The snakes there will take good care of you, and you will be freer than anyone else, but if you want to go somewhere else, I respect you...yawn!"
Because I know snake language. Harry thought to himself.
He hesitantly turned his attention to the table closest to him, which was the Gryffindor table - almost all his relatives and friends related to the bloodline were sitting on it. If he wanted to put everything aside and speak honestly, he was really honest. Want to sit at that table. There was also his original college, a place he was familiar with. Even though there were no seniors that Harry knew there, the dean was still the same dean, which made him feel more at ease.
But this won't work.
If he wanted to get home - if he ever could - he would have to maintain a certain level of low profile. When grindelwald arranged a way out for him, he had another request: to find out everything related to Voldemort and Dumbledore.
Slytherin is undoubtedly a great place.
Thinking of Voldemort, Harry's heart sank. He pursed his lips and turned his attention to Slytherin's table.
There were almost no familiar faces on this table, and Snape still had a gloomy face, not looking at him at all, as if he had never been in the same carriage as Harry; Regulus was like most Slytherins. , looking here with a rational and indifferent expression. Of course, there were some girls who were whispering to each other with great interest, looking at Harry with a very excited expression - because although his appearance was very un-English, , but it’s really good.
But Harry knew that this enthusiasm was only for his appearance. He is a mind reader, so he can naturally smell the smells of Slytherins not far away. This table is colder and less impersonal than it was twenty years ago, and... it is even less suitable for Harry.
This is not to say that Harry hates Salazer's academy, but not everyone is as strict and careful in teaching Harry as the old snake ancestor. This era was before the war, and the senior students should have begun to think about their future. Just look at Uncle Lucius and you will know what the style of his generation was like.
Harry felt very uncomfortable at the thought of sitting on this table and receiving the cold looks from other students as they evaluated objects... What's more, Draco was not with him. What if he made a slight mistake, if he was too naive? Woolen cloth?
But if you go back to ravenclaw...
This tempting and perfect proposal swirled around in Harry's head, and finally dissipated helplessly when he saw Regulus casting his gaze not far away on Sirius, who was looking at him with indifferent eyes.
"...I am willing to go to Slytherin, sir." Finally, Harry sighed longly, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to choose."
"Then, that's it..." The Sorting Hat popped up and shouted to the entire hall, "Slytherin!"
The long slytherin table underneath them clapped their hands and moved each other to leave a seat. Harry had also been nagged about this by Draco, and unexpectedly found that this seat was not bad, not the last seat he thought. , and it’s relatively close to Regulus.
He carefully noted down where the seat was before sitting down, and luckily he would sit in a similar seat tomorrow. When he sat down, only the prefect said a few polite words to him, such as introducing himself and asking him to go to him if there was any trouble. No one else spoke to him for the time being.
Harry wasn't disappointed either - it didn't sound nice to say that, but it was true that he wasn't here to take the initiative to enhance their friendship. He turned his head and watched as Regulus nodded politely towards him, nodded in return, and then took a moment to smile regretfully at the long gryffindor table while everyone was starting to eat.
As expected, Lily had also been looking here - after seeing Harry's smile, the girl also showed a regretful expression and raised a glass to him - Oh, Harry also saw her winking at Snape, as if she was saying 'care' with her mouth. He's like that.
But on the contrary, James's expression was very... sour? Harry assessed the implications.
Although James, who has messy black hair, has his back to Slytherin's long table, he turns his head to pay attention here from time to time, looking at Lily with a disappointed look in his eyes. Sirius, who was beside him, didn't even look this way. Lupin was talking to a little boy. Wormtail, of course.
Of course he is here. Harry said to himself. It's still a long time, today is not... not the time. In every sense.
You can't change history, otherwise how will you get home?
Harry sighed at this in his mind. Looking around, Lily was one of the few warmth in his situation. How he wanted to sit next to Lily! He is not Snape, a born slytherin.
He thought so longingly as he picked up a knife and fork to eat - he couldn't eat much at ease because he had to pay attention to the speed of the Slytherins. When there was no class, they would always get up together. Leading people back to the rest room is a discipline and a rule. It regulates and brings hierarchical suppression at the same time. Harry thought.
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Slytherin's lounge was a bit more luxurious than Harry had imagined.
It's underground, yes, it has a lot of velvet curtains and luxurious furniture, yes, but the rest of the lounge has the same medieval style - after all, this was the lord's castle thousands of years ago.
But there are a lot of extra things here.
Harry's eyes lightly swept over a candlestick. It was a candlestick set up with sterling silver carvings. The gems as snake eyes glowed like flames, and the snake seemed to be swimming around a pillar, opening its mouth as if To devour the fire.
At least he had never seen this candlestick, not to mention all the extra luxurious decorations. They were too many and even cumbersome, not calm enough, and made the overall style here seem a bit presumptuous. Gold, silver, and all kinds of gems...
Harry lowered his head, and after a moment, raised it slightly, making his expression "noble and cold", and locked his gaze in front of him, as if the students in front of him were an abyss with no end in sight, and slowed down his steps again. very light.
Alas, I'm done. Harry thought. I don't remember what it was like for Draco to put on airs in first grade. Is it still too late for me to learn now?
Just when he was thinking this, the prefect, a big man, stopped him.
"Bagshot," the boy said, "according to the regulations, your luggage has been sent to the dormitory with a vacant seat - just look for the one with your name on it."
"Thank you very much." Because the other party's attitude was also indifferent, Harry also kept his voice calm, trying to look quite reserved, "I am new here, and I rely on your care for everything - if you don't mind, Can I ask you what the rules are in our academy?"
The prefect's expression became slightly livelier. He looked at Harry with interest and then pointed to a place for him: "There are college rules on the wall. You can try to figure it out for a while - you are very observant. This very nice."
"My understanding of this place is still shallow." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled standardly, "The elders in the family also said that when you come to a new place, you can only make fewer mistakes by carefully observing the rules. I think This is very true.”
This time, the prefect gave him a very meaningful smile and extended his hand to the transfer student for the first time tonight: "——Maybe it's a little late to say this, but I like smart people. Welcome to Slytherin. Speaking of which, your surname is Bagshot, is that the Bagshot I thought? So you must come from an ancient pure-blood family."
"Exactly." Harry answered readily.
——You can’t use magic to know whether I am pure blood anyway.
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth again, shook hands with him, and then walked familiarly to the corridor to the lounge, found the house number with Francis Bagshot written on it, and before pushing the door open, he A little surprised, he quietly opened his mouth into an 'o' shape before knocking on the door.
"I'm sorry?" Harry said, "Can I come in?"
There were some slight shouts from inside the door.
"Of course you can go into your room," Regulus said, "Please come in."
Harry pushed the door open and saw two four-poster beds inside, one of which sat Regulus.
This was another place that was different from his impression - Draco's room was obviously a single room. Did he not notice the existence of a double room? But will the proud Slytherins allow themselves to be disadvantaged in differential treatment? With Black's family background, this seems impossible.
Harry wanted to sigh again - this place seemed to make it impossible to relax.
"It looks like we are roommates from today on." He said to Regulus who was sitting on the bed. He looked at the book in his hand and hesitated, "Did I interrupt your reading, black?"
"This is your room too, you don't have to be so nervous." Regulus said calmly, lowering his head and continuing to flip through the book in his hand, "It can't be you or someone else. I've long been prepared to have a roommate. ”
After saying that, he raised his head. The boy who was very quiet at the dinner table actually showed a relaxed look at this moment.
"And, I think, compared to other people, you might be a little better." 166 Reading Network
