What happened next was that Dumbledore announced a plot mission and specifically emphasized that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was dangerous.
John just wanted to complain about this, didn't you make it obvious that the curious lion should hurry over and take a look.
Then came the sorting ceremony, and the first person to appear was the unstoppable Hannah Abbott.
The Sorting Hat assigned her to Hufflepuff.
When it was John's turn, Hermione had been assigned to Gryffindor and was looking at him expectantly.
No one wants to be separated from their friends.
"John Wick."
Professor McGonagall called John's name, and John walked up.
Smooth black hair, delicate face, and perfectly supported wizard robe.
Little girls of foreigners' age are no better than those from the Great Celestial Dynasty. They are more precocious, and they discuss this good-looking boy in whispers with blushing faces.
When John came under the Sorting Hat, he saw the spider working on the brim of the Sorting Hat. He couldn't help but almost avoided it in disgust.
Although I had the impression that wizards were slovenly along the way, this was probably too dirty.
Wouldn't Professor McGonagall feel disgusted if she held it?
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and the Sorting Hat's angry voice came out.
"What a rude little wizard, just as arrogant as Slytherin!"
John was embarrassed, not expecting the Sorting Hat to know what he was thinking.
For this reason, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is this Legilimency?"
"Legilimency? The young wizard also knows this kind of advanced magic, but unfortunately not."
As the hat of Gryffindor, the founder of the first generation, the Sorting Hat certainly does not use Legilimency, to be precise, it is a more advanced one.
"It's really hard to choose. You have courage and exploration spirit, hard work and tolerant love, shrewdness and ambition, and persistence in honor...this is very suitable for Slytherin."
The Sorting Hat muttered to himself in a very embarrassed tone, and John was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Wait, you didn't mention anything about wisdom. Is this implying that you are stupid?
That's too much.
No, the point is how he got involved with Slytherin.
He is not a pure-blood, and Slytherins are pure-blooded per capita, which is a natural opposition to him.
As for ambition, John is very innocent. He just wants to become the next Dumbledore-level wizard. What's wrong with that?
Do you dare to say that you never said you wanted to be Superman when you were a kid?
At most, he wants to dominate an academy. Isn't this the same as becoming the class president? It's a fart ambition.
Slander, absolutely slander!
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he brainstormed, the Sorting Hat finally hesitated and shouted out the answer.
"Slytherin!"
"What?"
John was dumbfounded. I am a Muggle-born person, and you sent me to Slytherin.
Who doesn't know that Slytherin is a pure-blood control, and he can't even be called a mixed-blood, at most he can be called a mudblood.
Let yourself go. Doesn't this mean that you are going to be bullied?
The Sorting Hat said calmly: "Don't worry, little wizard, your honor will make Slytherin impressed by you."
"I suspect you are retaliating for me saying bad things about you." John expressed doubts.
The allocation of the Sorting Hat is absolute, and not even Dumbledore can change this.
He had no way to change, so he had to walk towards Slytherin with heavy steps.
Gryffindor cast two worried glances.
Hermione and Neville were worried about their friends.
"Sigh...life is not easy."
Fortunately, Slytherin only had a place next to Malfoy.
After he walked over and sat down, Malfoy saw that he was so good-looking and polite, and thought he was some pure-blood child.
After all, in Malfoy's perception, pure bloods are so elegant and would never think of Muggles.
As a child of the Malfoy family, he is not willing to live in the ordinary world, so having more help would be a good thing for him.
So he proudly extended his hand to make friends and said: "Draco Malfoy, the pure-blooded Malfoy of the Holy Twenty-eight."
He raised his head proudly and looked at people through his nostrils.
Like a male peacock eager to show off to a mate.
John glanced at it, held it politely, and said calmly: "John Wick."
Malfoy admired his cognitive behavior, unlike that Harry Potter.
Although the other person was not a pure-blooded member of the Holy Twenty-Eight, he decided to treat this classmate well with such a discerning attitude.
So he asked proudly: "Are you pure blood or mixed blood?"
John glanced at his proud look and said calmly: "None of them."
Malfoy's expression froze, isn't it?
Aren't they all Muggles?
"You're a mudblood."
A word came to mind and Malfoy said it subconsciously.
The next second.
His jaw was impacted, and then he saw the scene in front of him change.
Crabbe's screams and Goyle's screams reached his ears.
What followed was a commotion throughout the hospital, followed by Professor McGonagall's scolding.
On Malfoy's first day at school, he spent the night in the school hospital.
...
The first Thursday of school.
"Oh, life is always full of variables."
"Ah, life, life is short and fleeting."
In the trophy room, John was holding a rag as elegant as a waiter holding a white handkerchief, wiping the medal with James Potter on it.
Filch, who was supervising, turned his head away unbearably.
After beating the school director's son on the first day of school, it was already an act of mercy for John to continue polishing medals here.
Not to mention that he inserted the fork into the back of Goyle's hand, pressed the little wizard's head and had intimate contact with the table.
Although it was because Malfoy was the first to insult him, this was too cruel.
Most of Slytherin's points had been deducted at the beginning of the semester, and Snape's face was so gloomy that water was dripping from his face.
If Dumbledore hadn't interceded, John would have dropped out of school.
As punishment, John had to polish the trophies in the trophy room for two months.
It is also because of this that John's name resounded throughout Hogwarts as soon as school started.
He is the most outstanding student this year.
Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, licked the fur on her paws. Although the Maine Coon was large, it was ridiculously thin.
John also finished his day's work and waved to Loris.
"Bye bye Mrs. Loris, I will bring you some cat food tomorrow and see if it makes you slimmer."
After saying hello, John left the trophy room first before Filch got angry.
Back in the Slytherin common room, John silenced the chatter of the little wizard inside as soon as he entered.
All the little wizards were afraid of his ferocious behavior at the beginning of school, and some even called him the "boogeyman".
Because of his hair and his fierce skills that day, he was called this nickname.
The meaning is similar to that of evil spirits, which shows their fear of John.
John didn't take this to heart, he had his own purpose in fighting that fight.
As a wizard from a Muggle family, if you don't want to be bullied by Slytherin, it's best to establish your own prestige.
Apparently, he did.
The price was that he lost his friends in Slytherin, but it was not without its benefits.
He started a series of tasks called 'Night Demon'. As long as the night tour lasts for 100 hours, you can complete it and you will be rewarded with a 'Night Demon' blessing.
...
Returned to his room.
Fearing that John would have another conflict with someone else, he was given a single room.
This makes him happy and allows him to keep his dog and exercise easily.
When three-month-old Tom is active, he jumps up and down in the room, and sometimes provokes Basil, the snowy owl.
But doing this usually results in a wing from Basil, and then he will continue to be beaten after a short time.
The first thing he did after coming back was to start exercising.
This is his daily homework, and it is also a way to accumulate magic power.
[Strengthen your body: Improve your adaptability to magic through exercise, and absorb magic during the exercise process. 】
"Where's the magic apprentice we agreed on? Why do I feel like I'm about to become a berserker?"
After the exercise, John touched his obviously enlarged muscles. Is it really good for a first grader to have eight-pack abs?
Whose magic power is accumulated by exercising, but I have been doing this for many years and have developed a habit.
Take a shower to end the day.
