"We were students at Hogwarts before we were students at the Academy."
"From Platform 9 and 3/4 to here, day and night, we made many friends."
"Some of them yearn for the heroic Gryffindor; some look forward to studying in the wise Ravenclaw; some desire to be accepted by the tolerant Hufflepuff; some want to stand out in Slytherin."
"We talked and laughed happily before expressing our expectations for the academy."
"But after everything became clear, we started fighting!" Bajier said here, showing great distress.
Hermione held her hands in front of her chest, feeling very confused.
She wanted to stop what she considered to be a rebellious act, but also wanted to support Bagir.
Ron, Harry, and Neville looked at the beaten target, Draco Malfoy, with strange eyes.
Not far away, Draco, who was still a little sluggish because he fell into the water, turned red with anger.
Professor McGonagall, who didn't know the truth, had eyes that were no longer cold and became gentler.
From mistakenly thinking that students were looking for trouble, it turned out to be good students who were speaking their minds.
Bagir also noticed this.
"So, can we not separate the hospitals?"
Many students who thought that sorting was about fighting trolls, taking exams, and escaping fire dragon attacks nodded their heads.
"In other words, students who don't want to be separated from their friends are brought together and treated as a fifth college."
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said, "My child, your idea is very good."
“But the house system is an intangible legacy left by the school’s four great founders.”
"Different colleges do not affect your relationship with your friends."
.......
On the other side, Dumbledore saw that Professor McGonagall had not returned for a long time, and Snape, who had been sent over, just walked to the door.
The moment he got closer, he heard an almost angry rebuttal.
He immediately recognized who it was.
The boy who dared to deceive him, had the name of Hufflepuff, the courage of Gryffindor, and was actually a Slytherin - Badger Granger.
However, there is an inexplicable persuasiveness in the boy's voice now.
"No impact?"
“No, it’s very influential!”
"We are not blind or deaf."
"Ravenclaw thinks the other houses are idiots."
"Gryffindor thinks they have the most courage."
"Slytherin prides itself on being the noblest."
"Hufflepuffs are so united that no students from other houses have ever set foot in their common room for more than a thousand years."
When Snape heard this, he sneered and decided to stop this farce.
However, the next words stopped him in his tracks.
"Professor, if I'm in Slytherin, Hermione is in Gryffindor."
"Can you tell me that our classmates in the college won't think that we are traitors and won't isolate us?"
“We can study in peace.”
"Can we really still be friends?"
A female voice sounded again, with a crying sound, "Can we really be friends?"
These two questions were like sharp knives piercing Snape's heart, which had not seen sunlight for a long time.
"Lily." He staggered and put his right hand on the wall.
In a daze, those two voices became those of him and Lily when they were young.
The first time we met at the playground, the little girl on the swing.
Her facial features continue to mature, and her expression changes from familiar, close, to indifferent.
That's the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, next to the Fat Lady's portrait.
The girl's expression turned to contempt, "Call me a Mudblood? But you call someone of my birth a Mudblood, Severus. What makes me any different?"
In the real world, Snape's moist eyes suddenly became dry without realizing it.
The eyes that were fragmented just now became hollow again.
He strode into the room and walked to Professor McGonagall's side.
Ignoring the ghost that appeared in the room at some point, Professor McGonagall and the students below looked at her in surprise.
He even ignored the treasure that consisted of the eyes of the person he loved most and the face of the person he hated the most.
He looked directly at the boy and girl and said, "Believe me, if the academy were different, you wouldn't be friends anymore."
Then, he turned sideways and said: "Professor McGonagall, the delay is too much. Please arrange the branching directly."
He shook his cloak and strode out of the room just as he had come.
"Okay, children, please follow me, the sorting is about to begin." Professor McGonagall looked at Bagir again, "Do you have any more questions?"
"No more." Bagir closed his mouth.
Hermione, with red eyes, whispered softly to her side, "Do you really want to go to Slytherin?"
"Yes," Baljir chose to tell the truth, "Gryffindor now."
In his mind, in the [Magic Book], the frame of [Doctor of Spells] suddenly turned golden.
【Echo: 〖Doctor of Spells〗】
[Quality; Gold]
[All spells will open the door for you, and the difficulty of learning is reduced by 8%]
[Black magic will not affect your mind, nor will white magic]
[The more spells you learn, the stronger the effect of your spells]
[Every 10 spells, increase by 1%]
[upper limit 20%]
...
In the innermost part of the auditorium, there is a long table placed against the wall on the upper stage of the restaurant.
It is the teachers' seats, placed facing the students.
In the center of the long table, Dumbledore was sitting on a large golden chair with a high back. From time to time, he turned his head and looked at Snape, who was also sitting at the edge of the guest seat.
He had a cold expression on his face and paid no attention to Quirrell beside him.
Instead, his eyes were fixed on the first-year students who had their backs turned to them, facing the entire senior class, waiting for the sorting.
Dumbledore was a little confused. The butt Snape was looking at was not Harry's.
So, he followed and looked at it together.
Due to the long delay, after the Sorting Hat finished singing, the sorting started directly on this list.
"Hannah Abbott!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Susan Burns!"
"Hufflepuff!"
....
"Hermione Granger!"
"Gryffindor!"
Dumbledore noticed that Snape's eyebrows raised slightly by half an inch.
"Bajir Granger!"
Snape closed his eyes.
"Gryffindor!"
Snape's eyes opened, and Dumbledore saw in them, with undisguised excitement.
What made Dumbledore even more confused was that Professor McGonagall beside him also let out a long sigh, which sounded like joy and sadness.
Professor McGonagall sensed Dumbledore's concern and said softly: "Because of the rules, a child gave up the college he dreamed of."
She looked at the boy who was walking towards the Gryffindor table with the girl, but was a little dazed, her eyes filled with distress.
? ? ? ? ? ?
The Riddler Dumbledore never expected that he would also be ridden by the Riddler today.
Barjir Granger?
Why did he become the center today?
Where is Harry?
The cause of the incident and the source of all evil is Bajir.
Unknown to him, some people could see the daze on his face, which coexisted with cuteness and handsomeness, maturity and childishness.
It's like the brain is shutting down.
In fact, that's why he is.
It wasn't because things turned out contrary to his expectations.
But he really didn't expect that when they were sorted into different schools, their backs would be turned to the teachers.
Having his butt looked at, especially by Dumbledore, was something that Baljir could never accept.
What's even more outrageous is that when he looked behind the long Slytherin table decorated in green and silver, what appeared in front of him was a scene that shattered his worldview.
What about nobility and elegance?
How come all the little snakes who abide by the "Slytherin 100 Code of Conduct" have turned into pythons!
The pythons, a group of big and thick men, the huge sister,
Mixed in are some little snakes: a handsome, thin boy, a beautiful, quiet girl,
They nodded to the first-year students who were looking at them.
