Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 31 Sorting Ceremony
Most of the professors at Hogwarts don't pay attention to their personal image.

Those like Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are even rarer.

The former wore a light-colored wizard outfit today, paired with a silk embroidered robe, and the translucent silk on the hem made him look like a fairy.

Professor McGonagall is wearing an emerald green wizard robe and a wizard hat of the same color. With her serious face and neat body movements, she is outstanding.

And Voldemort...he put on a full set of Fengya wizard robes, and the avant-garde design of the shape also attracted a lot of attention to him, and at the same time attracted Snape's disdainful gaze.

But Voldemort didn't care about his contempt, but looked at him with more interest.

As a master of Occlumency, there was nothing more in Snape's deep gaze than contempt, but Voldemort was content with meeting Snape.

Harry's eternal love can only be left to Snape—the Voldemort in Lin Zuozhu's conscious state will always show more curiosity, but this also hides his true identity well.

At least no one would think that this kind young man who always had a smile on his face and liked to ask others for advice would be Voldemort himself.

"Hagrid, don't be nervous. Relax." After meeting Snape's gaze, Voldemort looked at Hagrid who was beside him - Hagrid was also assigned to the teacher's seat because of his status as an associate professor.

"I'm not nervous, just uncomfortable," said Hagrid, twisting his body.

Professor Kettleburn, who was sitting on the other side of him, patted his shoulder as a sign of comfort, while the Divination Professor Trelawney, who was farther away, looked at Hagrid with drunken eyes.

"You will be caught in a dilemma. The choice between darkness and light determines the fate of many people." She said hoarsely.

The professors didn't care about her words, and even Hagrid shrugged indifferently - compared to her death prophecies, this is really nothing.

On the contrary, Dumbledore, who was sitting on the big golden chair, looked at Hagrid suspiciously, and Voldemort, who was beside Hagrid, also lowered his head in the process of fiddling with the bracelet, doubts flashed in his eyes.

Damn it, this guy won't succeed in his intermittent prophecy...he thought to himself.

"Silence, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." Under the blessing of the Amplifying Charm, Professor McGonagall's voice resounded through the hall.

The students on the four long tables gradually fell silent following Professor McGonagall's words, and the ghosts stopped talking, floating on the dining tables or between the walls.

The first-year students were brought into the hall by Professor McGonagall, and stood in a row in front of the teacher's bench. Voldemort noticed that a student's cloak belt was tied under the left ear.

"I really miss it." Voldemort whispered to Hagrid, "I want to experience it again."

"Me too." Hagrid replied copiously, he still looked a little nervous.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshmen, and put a patched sorting hat on the stool.

In the silent restaurant, everyone's eyes were focused on the sorting hat, and then the hat split a crack and began to sing.

In its singing, Gryffindor is said to be synonymous with bravery, courage and boldness.

Hufflepuff is said to be synonymous with integrity, loyalty, tough honesty and hard work.

Ravenclaw is said to be synonymous with shrewdness, wisdom, and wisdom.

But in Slytherin, here's what it says:

Maybe you'll go to Slytherin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here, but the cunning and sinister will do whatever it takes to get their way.

This made Voldemort raise his eyebrows, and a smile formed on the corner of his mouth - bravery and arrogance are linked, and breed prejudice, which is very Gryffindor.

While he was thinking, the Sorting Hat had finished singing, and the whole house applauded, including Slytherin. This made Voldemort, who was applauding with a smile on his face, quite unhappy in his heart:

Allowing others to slander your results will only make you the bearer of all evils. These students should learn to resist. No one is necessarily right, let alone a hat.

The resentment in his heart was not expressed by him, but he firmly remembered it in his heart—Slytherin little snakes, the gates of hell have been opened!

After the applause, Professor McGonagall took out a parchment.

"Whoever I call now puts on a hat and sits on a stool to be sorted," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids staggered out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down.There was a pause - "Hufflepuff!" the hat called.

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, and the fat monk ghost waved happily to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

More and more students were assigned, and Voldemort's eyes locked on a little girl.

"Hermione Granger!"

She was called, trotted to the chair in a panic, and after putting on her hat, she was immediately sorted into Gryffindor.

I wish it was Ravenclaw... thought Voldemort.

"The students are very active this year." Professor Flitwick said, "The students in previous years were not so excited."

"There's no Harry Potter in the past," said Hagrid. "He'll cheer us up."

A group of professors smiled, but no one answered, but the meaning of agreement was obvious.

The boy who survived the catastrophe can inspire more than just freshmen. Among the professors, many people are also looking forward to him.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's back, guessing how his development plan would unfold—without his willingness to cooperate.

When he looked back, he found that the dining room was a little silent, and everyone was waiting, and Voldemort also looked at the boy whose head was held by the Sorting Hat—the child who wore the wrong cloak belt.

"Gryffindor."

After thinking about it for a long time, the hat yelled, and the child took the hat and ran to the dining table, causing everyone to laugh and the boy to blush.

"Neville Longbottom, a real warrior, I don't know if he can win, at least his parents are not dead." Voldemort murmured in his heart.

Ever since he saw Hagrid's bravery, he wanted a subordinate like this. Of course, he could call it a partner, but it's hard, isn't it?

After Neville was Malfoy, who walked up in a big way, attracting everyone's attention, and Voldemort sneered in his heart.

If, among all the students, he was asked to choose one who could give high hopes, it must be Malfoy, but this kid needs to be trained.

If there are eighteen floors in hell, then the No.18 floor is already open for you, my loyal little Mr. Malfoy... Voldemort murmured in his heart.

After Malfoy, a few more people passed by, and it was Harry Potter.

This naturally attracted everyone's attention, even Voldemort, who pretended to be excited-he couldn't be a ray of light in the dark, because that would represent a mistake.

Harry's sorting is permanent. When the word Gryffindor sounded from the sorting hat, the long table belonging to Gryffindor exploded.

When the last new student was assigned to Slytherin, the ceremony was finally over, and at this time, Dumbledore also stood up and made the famous "Idiot! Cry! Scum! Twist!" speech.

It's just that after that, he didn't sit down immediately because he still had something to say.

　Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)