abnormal hogwarts

The announcement rang in the car, and Hermione jumped out of her seat and opened the door to the private room.

"Where are you going?" Vilia tilted her head and looked at her new best friend.

"Go out and wait. It's time for you to change into wizard robes."

Only Hermione wore wizard robes from the beginning, everyone else still wore Muggle attire.

Albert waved his hand, and the clothes on himself and Vilia turned into a pair of wizard robes embroidered with red cloud patterns. Woz next to him did almost the same operation, except that he still needed to pull out his wand.

Hermione's eyes widened: "This way of changing clothes is really convenient. What magic did you use?"

"Transformation, you will learn it soon." Woz said lightly.

……

"Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-faced little witch with two golden braids sat on her Iron Throne.

Albert put his index and middle fingers together and rubbed his brow. He had obviously asked Dumbledore to change the order of the sorting. Why was Hannah, the blacksmith, the first to go up to the sorting?

The branching is proceeding in an orderly manner as described in the original plot.

It was just when Hermione was sorted that there were some hiccups.

The little witch sat on the stool with a nervous look on her face. She looked up at the Sorting Hat that was on her head, unsure of which house she would be assigned to: "Can I go to Slytherin?"

"Oh dear, how could you have such an idea?" The Sorting Hat glanced at the long Slytherin table in the distance and guessed some of the little witch's thoughts.

"There are people you admire there, right? But, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request. You are not suitable for Slytherin."

"You are keen on the accumulation of knowledge, the pursuit of wisdom, eager to explore the unknown world, and swim in the ocean of knowledge... You should be assigned to-"

"Gryffindor!"

Miss Beaver got down from the stool confused. Just after hearing the Sorting Hat's words, she thought she would go to Ravenclaw.

Draco Malfoy entered Slytherin as Albert expected.

"Vilia Wayne."

The little witch jumped up and sat on the stool. While waving in the direction of the Slytherin table, she did not forget to threaten the Sorting Hat: "If you sort me into a house other than Slytherin, I will burn you." .”

"grid……"

The Sorting Hat suddenly choked on his words.

The majestic magic power belonging to the Obscurus has been accumulated in Vilia's hands.

Faced with the threat of death, the Sorting Hat decisively chose to follow his heart.

"Slytherin!"

Snape's face suddenly darkened. He had already heard the news about Vilia, the Obscurial, from Dumbledore, and he had no intention of taking over this hot potato. Moreover, this hot potato was his master's sister.

This makes it even more difficult to serve.

No matter what, the Obscurus can throw out a weapon that can kill you.

Whatever, wait a minute and he changes from an old bat to a dead bat.

Snape wanted to throw the table and leave. He was not the head of Slytherin.

……

Sitting at the long Slytherin table, Albert looked at the two witches on the left and right who had looked at each other from the moment they met, and felt a little pain in his head.

"Isa, this is Vilia, Velia, this is Isa."

"Vixen." Vilia muttered.

Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for Elizabeth to hear clearly.

Elizabeth pretended not to hear, waved her hand, and a glass of milk floated in front of Vilia: "Little sister, come on, drink some milk, otherwise you won't grow up."

After saying that, Elizabeth proudly puffed out her sizable chest. For a moment, the waves were so turbulent that Albert could not help but swallow his saliva.

Vilia looked down at her flat figure, then at Albert, whose soul was about to be taken away by Elizabeth. After whispering "Men are all big pigs", she held up the cup angrily. Drinking milk in big gulps.

……

"Harry Potter."

The auditorium was full of whispers and crowded, everyone wanted to see if the legendary Boy Who Lived who defeated the Dark Lord had two arms and two legs like them.

Harry didn't look very nervous.

There are people he knows in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, and as long as he doesn't go to Hufflepuff, it doesn't matter.

He kept mumbling: "No Hufflepuff, no Hufflepuff..."

Looking up at the pretty little girl in the direction of Gryffindor, Harry suddenly strengthened his inner thoughts.

"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat announced the result loudly.

"We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"

Cheers from the Gryffindor table filled the entire Great Hall, and they all rushed to shake Harry's hand and were proud of it.

Albert curled his lips. He had been rumored to be Grindelwald's illegitimate son. Why didn't these Slytherins come up to shake his hand and be proud of it?

It seems that during the holidays, I have to go to the shady old glass again to get familiar with him?

……

In the principal's office, Dumbledore happily ate his favorite pile of cockroaches.

"Professor, don't you care about the rumors flying around outside?"

"What rumors?" The old man didn't even raise his head.

Albert pouted and said, "I have been rumored to be the illegitimate son of you and Grindelwald."

"Are you wronged by being my son?"

Several black lines hung down from Albert's forehead, and he gave up his plan to talk to Dumbledore about this matter.

The way it is now is actually pretty good.

Seeing how his classmates from the same college were in awe of him, Albert's inner vanity was greatly satisfied.

Albert, who was sitting on the chair, put his feet on another chair and looked at Dumbledore: "How do you plan to train Harry? It won't just rely on those ridiculous levels, right?"

Dumbledore sat up slightly: "Indeed, compared to what you have done, the difficulty of these levels is indeed insignificant. But even the little boy who survived can't compare with you, no? ?"

"Would you like me to train and hone Harry?"

Dumbledore crossed his fingers to support his chin, and looked at Albert with his blue eyes: "Tell me your method."

"Just let him go through the beatings of society."

"Then he was killed by you before he could grow up." Dumbledore's eyes were calm and unruffled.

Albert rubbed his hands and said, "No, Professor, you will know just by looking at the Weasley twins."

Putting the wand against his temple and pulling out a little silver glow, Albert threw the part of his memory of training George and Fred into the pensieve next to him.

In the pensieve, Dumbledore looked at Albert's inhumane one-sided beatings on the twin brothers, and his eyes twitched: "Is this what you said, a beating from society?"

Albert laughed, "But their strength grows quickly, doesn't it?"