Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Dumbledore himself is from Gryffindor, but I heard that Ravenclaw has his own library..."

Hermione kept talking about the rumors about the four major colleges, and many Muggle-born wizards came over.

This time, Jerry finally saw Harry Potter.

He was a rather thin child with messy hair and a pair of tattered glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was crowded in the crowd with a red-haired, freckle-faced little boy beside him, listening intently to Hermione's story.

"There's nothing to say, I'll definitely go to Slytherin." A drawl sounded from the other end of the room.

It was a pale boy with light blond hair that clung to his scalp obediently. A crowd of people gathered around him, including Daphne and Pansy that Jerry had seen on the train.

Daphne seemed to have said something to him. He glanced at Hermione contemptuously and said loudly: "If you ask me, Gryffindor is full of reckless people. Ravenclaw? It's just a gathering place for weirdos. Slater Lin is the best, but it’s a pity that some people can’t get in!”

"Shut up! Malfoy!" Ron jumped out and stared at Malfoy with disgust.

His whole family was in Gryffindor, so naturally he couldn't stand Malfoy talking nonsense here.

"What? Want to fight?" Malfoy took a few steps back and came behind the two fat guys. "Weasley, you won't be as lucky as on the train this time. There won't be a mouse to protect you."

It seems that even if the plot has changed, the conflict between the protagonist group and the villain group in the original timeline still occurred.

"Slytherin is really good -" Here, Hermione in the center of the crowd suddenly said slowly, causing an uproar and Ron stared at her in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione was heard saying: "There's just one bad thing - there are the most dark wizards coming out of it."

Malfoy was immediately furious, but he didn't know how to refute. After all, what she said was the truth.

Most of the young wizards looked at Hermione with admiration. Malfoy became even more angry when he saw this: "You damn mud——"

Halfway through the words, a strange thing happened suddenly, which frightened many little wizards into screaming loudly, and some even jumped three feet high.

They were pearly white, translucent ghosts, arguing about something as they slowly moved across the room.

However, seeing the situation in the room that was even more tense than theirs, they stayed where they were with interest.

A chubby monk-like ghost asked: "New students! I don't think you are quarreling, are you?"

Everyone shook their heads wildly.

"That's good." The fat monk said kindly, "Maintaining unbreakable unity and trust is the cornerstone of Hogwarts' existence. You must remember this."

"Everyone move forward, the sorting ceremony has begun."

A voice came, it was Professor McGonagall who was back.

The ghosts drifted through the walls and disappeared.

Professor McGonagall divided them into two columns and led them out of the room, through the foyer, and into a luxurious auditorium.

It was even more spectacular and magnificent than anything Jerry had seen in the movies.

The tables were set with golden cutlery and goblets, glinting in the light of thousands of candles above.

There was another long table on the upper stage of the restaurant. Professor McGonagall took them there and asked them to line up in a row facing all the students.

The candlelight flickered, the faces of hundreds of people and ghosts were like pale lanterns, and the stars on the dark ceiling were dotted, it was like being in some kind of fairy tale dreamland.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of them and placed a tattered pointed wizard's hat on it.

Then a wide crack opened in the brim and the hat began to sing.

"You may think I'm not pretty,

But never judge a book by its appearance

......"

I have to say that Hat's drake voice was quite unpleasant, but after it finished singing, thunderous applause erupted from all around.

At this time, the freshmen also learned that what they had to do was to put this hat on their heads.

Soon, they walked up one by one, and the sorting ceremony began!

"Hannah Abbott"

"Hufflepuff"

……

Most students pronounced the name of the college as soon as the hat touched their heads, but there were exceptions——

"Hermione Granger"

After several minutes of silence, just when everyone began to whisper, Hat hesitantly shouted:

"Gryffindor"

Most of the freshmen gave warm applause. Although the contact time was still short, Hermione's rich knowledge and fearless qualities still aroused the favor of many people.

Immediately afterwards -

"Jerry Yoder"

Hermione winked at him as he passed her.

Along the way, there were a lot of whispers, mostly from girls.

"This boy is so handsome!"

"His name is Jerry Yoder? I really hope he can be assigned to our house."

But on the contrary, the boys looked at him in a less friendly way.

Jerry didn't think too much. He sat on the stool and put on his hat. The brim of the hat slid down to cover his eyes.

A small voice came to his ears.

"Kindness, no ambition, good talent, well... Hufflepuff is a good fit for you, Ravenclaw is also fine..."

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

Ravenclaw has its own library, which is said to have many out-of-print magic books, but Hufflepuff is right next to the kitchen, so it will be very convenient to find something to eat... It’s really hard to choose!

"Wait! What is that?"

Suddenly Hat's voice became alarmed.When it read Jerry's brain, it discovered a black hole that was like a restricted area, with nothing and nothing to see!

This has never happened to him in all his years of sorting experience! ,

Driven by curiosity, it slowly probed its thinking tentacles into the black hole, and then...

[Butcher temperament]

【Touch of the Abyss】

【Tyrant Will】

The three passive skills were triggered at the same time. Hat felt that the scenery around him was changing, as if he was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He was surrounded by countless indescribable monster corpses. They were obviously dead, but they still exuded an aura of fear and despair.And in the darkness, there are more and more terrifying monsters watching it...

"Azkaban!"

It really wanted to read it out loud, but the terrifying aura on those monsters shocked it so much that it couldn't speak.

Moreover, the so-called despair brought by the guards of Azkaban and those dementors is not as good as the corpses of these monsters.

An idea suddenly came to Hat's mind: For him, Azkaban is just a place to eat...

"Hey, Mr. Hat, are you still there?"

There was no response in his ears for a long time, and Jerry's heart skipped a beat.

Bad thing!

He still remembered the tragic situation of the guy named Benson who tried to peek into his brain last time.

[Elementary Performance Proficiency]

[Basic camouflage proficiency]

Jerry activated these two skills without thinking.

Pretending to be proficient can create another personality for him, and acting proficient can enhance the persuasiveness of his words and deeds.

The hat suddenly came back to consciousness. There were no mountains of corpses or seas of blood around it. It was placed firmly on the head of the "kind" and "unambitious" little wizard. Everything that had just happened was like a dream.