Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"If I were a wizard, I think I should send you to Azkaban, trust me, child, Azkaban is your ultimate destination."

The Sorting Hat doesn't seem to be joking.

"But I'm just a hat, Godric Gryffindor told me to cherish every student."

The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, its voice ringing in Altaïr's ears.

"I think you'll do a lot in Slytherin, maybe when people want to send you to Azkaban, they can't do it anymore."

The Sorting Hat made its decision, and then its voice rang out throughout the auditorium.

"Slytherin!"

The cheers rang out, Altaïr calmly put down the Sorting Hat, he used the Supreme Ring to induce the Sorting Hat at the last moment, about him, the Sorting Hat would not tell Dumbledore the truth.

Altaïr left his seat, and he saw some loss in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but more worry.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked a little annoyed, holding her mouth and looking unhappy, as if she was sad that the two of them were not in the same house.

Altaïr walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down, and some seniors and seniors came to greet him.

Draco leaned over to Altaïr's side and said

"My name is Draco Malfoy, you should have heard my name, at least Malfoy, you seem to be called Shelby, right? I don't remember which wizarding family had that name. "

"I'm a Muggle wizard, as for what you said about Malfoy, sorry, I haven't heard it."

Altaïr looked at Dracula and didn't give him any good looks.

This guy is full of pure-blood supremacy, very discriminatory against Muggles and half-bloods, this can't be changed, and there is no need to be happy with him.

Malfoy's face became a little ugly, but thinking that this was in the Great Hall, it was not good to do anything, and just snorted.

Altaïr ignored him, and if Malfoy applied his so-called pure-blood theory to himself, he wouldn't mind letting Malfoy know what Shelby was.

From the rise of the Shelby family to the present, it was killed with razors and bullets, paved the way with the blood of the enemy, and forged glory with the bones of the enemy, and the souls who died on the road to Shelby's rise were no less than those who died at the hands of Voldemort.

Voldemort first murdered tens of thousands of Muggles in those years to form the Corpse Army, and now those Ghost Corpses are still guarding the Slytherin locket in the Haun Lake.

Altaïr pretended to watch the sorting ceremony, but actually put his mind on the system.

"Ding! The host successfully joins Slytherin, completes the current main quest, and receives a reward of 100 story points. "

"Main quest update!"

Current task: Rise to fame

Mission Objective: The Dark Lord's reputation will start with Slytherin, adding at least 150 points to Slytherin this semester and winning the House Cup!

Mission Rewards: Gandorf's Spell Notes, 1500 Story Points.

Note: When the mission is settled, the host will receive 10 story points for every 1 point added to Slytherin, and if you do not get 150 points, the mission will fail, and there will be no reward!

"So, if I can add 1,000 points, I can directly get 10,000 plot points?"

Altaïr thought about it and thought it was unlikely.

Even if he killed Voldemort, Dumbledore would not add a thousand points to him.

"And according to the original plot, this year's House Cup was won by Gryffindor, and when the final settlement is made, Dumbledore will definitely find an excuse to add points to Gryffindor, and I have to find a way to deduct some more points for Harry and Ron."

"Gotta turn Granny more into Granny less."

Altaïr glanced at Harry and the others with pity, and then at Hermione, feeling a little embarrassed.

I'm sorry, dear Hermione, I'm going to backstab you Gryffindors.

I just hope that Hermione, who has worked hard to get extra points at the end, doesn't cry her nose.

The sorting ceremony ended quickly, and the Ravinder Brown, who was on the boat with them, also entered Gryffindor, one of the few girls who entered Gryffindor, and should be roommates with Hermione.

Realizing this, Altaïr remembered that this somewhat familiar little wizard was Ron's ex-girlfriend.

Hermione was still jealous because of her.

Altaïr glanced at Hermione, only to see her looking straight at her, pursing her lips, looking a little aggrieved.

Altaïr smiled slightly and winked at her.

Hermione pouted, lying on the table and twisting her head to the side.

To be honest, Altaïr didn't remember that he and Hermione had such a deep relationship, and thought about it, probably because of the short time spent together on the train, and Hogwarts was a strange place for Hermione.

And most people are used to being with familiar people in unfamiliar places.

After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore told the little wizards some precautions, and Balabala said a lot, and then he clapped his hands, and the plates on the four long tables immediately appeared full of food.

"The dinner begins!"

Altaïr wiped his hands with a napkin, gracefully took a steak, and ate it slowly.

Hermione looked at him across the table, looking not very happy, but she had been hungry all afternoon, so she picked up a cream pudding anyway.

And next to her, Ron had a chicken leg in one hand, gulping down, making a mouth full of oil, making a humming sound, Hermione looked at him with a frown, and then looked at Altaïr, who was elegantly cutting the steak, and sighed helplessly:

"I want to go to Slytherin!!"

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