Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

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 costume today, paired with a finely embroidered silk robe, and the translucent silk embellished at the hem made him look immortal.

Professor McGonagall wore an emerald green wizard robe and a wizard hat of the same color. Coupled with her serious face and neat body movements, she looked outstanding.

As for Voldemort... he put on a full set of Fengya brand wizard robes. The sculptural and avant-garde design also attracted a lot of attention to him, and also attracted Snape's disdainful gaze.

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

As a master of Occlumency, Snape's profound gaze contained nothing more than contempt, but Voldemort was still satisfied with meeting Snape.

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

At least no one would think that this good young man who always had a smile on his face and loved asking others for advice could be Voldemort himself.

"Hagrid, don't be nervous, just relax." After making eye contact with Snape, Voldemort looked at Hagrid next to him - Hagrid was also placed on the teacher's bench because of his status as an associate professor.

"I'm not nervous, just a little uncomfortable." Hagrid twisted his body and said.

Professor Kettleburn, who was sitting on the other side of him, patted his shoulder to express comfort, while Trelawney, the divination professor further 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 in a hoarse voice.

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

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the big golden chair, looked at Hagrid with doubts. Voldemort, who was beside Hagrid, also lowered his head and fiddled with his bracelet, doubts flashing in his eyes.

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

"Quiet, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." With the blessing of the amplifying spell, Professor McGonagall's voice resounded throughout the hall.

The students at the four long tables gradually became quiet following Professor McGonagall's words, and the ghosts stopped talking and floated on the tables or between the walls.

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

"I miss you so much," Voldemort whispered to Hagrid, "I want to experience it again."

"Me too." Hagrid replied calmly. He still looked a little nervous.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students and placed a patched Sorting Hat on the stool.

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

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

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

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

But when it comes to Slytherin, it says this:

Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use any means to achieve their goals.

This made Voldemort raise his brows and form a smile on his lips - bravery is linked to arrogance and breeds prejudice, which is very Gryffindor.

While he was thinking, the Sorting Hat had finished singing and the whole house was applauding, including Slytherin. This made Voldemort, who was smiling and applauding, quite unhappy deep down:

The result of allowing others to slander you will only make you the bearer of all sins. 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 was firmly remembered in his heart - Slytherin snakes, the door to hell has been opened!

Professor McGonagall took out a parchment after applause.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down. There was a moment's pause - "Hufflepuff!" cried the Hat.

The people at the table to the right applauded and cheered Hannah, and the ghost of the Fat Friar waved happily to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

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

"Hermione Granger!"

When her name was called, she trotted to the chair in panic. After putting on her hat, she was immediately sorted into Gryffindor.

I really hope it's Ravenclaw... Voldemort thought to himself.

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

"There was no Harry Potter in previous years," Hagrid said. "His arrival will inspire everyone."

All the professors smiled, and no one answered, but their agreement was still obvious.

The Boy Who Lived can inspire not just freshmen, but many professors also have high expectations for him.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's back, wondering how his cultivation plan would unfold - even if he was unwilling to cooperate.

When he looked back, he found that the restaurant was a little quiet, everyone was waiting, and Voldemort also looked at the boy whose head was held by the Sorting Hat - the child with the wrong cloak belt.

"Gryffindor."

After thinking for a long time, the hat shouted, and the child took the hat directly and ran to the dining table, which made everyone burst into laughter and made the boy blush with embarrassment.

"Neville Longbottom is a true warrior. I don't know if I can fight for it. 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 him a partner, but it was difficult, wasn't it?

After Neville was Malfoy. This kid walked up in a grand manner, attracting everyone's attention, while Voldemort sneered in his heart.

If he could choose one among all the students that he could have high hopes for, it would definitely be Malfoy. However, this boy needed training.

If there are eighteen levels of hell, then the eighteenth level has been opened for you, my loyal little Mr. Malfoy... Voldemort murmured in his heart.

After Malfoy, passing by a few more people, there was Harry Potter.

This naturally attracted everyone's attention. Even Voldemort pretended to be excited - he couldn't be a ray of light in the darkness, because that represented a mistake.

Harry's sorting was permanent. When the word Gryffindor sounded from the sorting hat, the Gryffindor table exploded.

When the last freshman was sorted into Slytherin, the ceremony finally ended. At this time, Dumbledore also stood up and made the famous "Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw!" speech.

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

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