Everyday players at Hogwarts

Evening, Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices.On the slender-legged table, there are many strange silverware, spinning and spewing small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of former principals and principals, who are taking a nap in the photos.

Some of them rested their heads lazily on chairs with armrests, while others leaned against the frame of the portrait.

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.

On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

Behind the door, on a high gilded perch, stood an old bird, like a half-plucked turkey.

On the high-backed chair behind the table, a wizard with a long hooked nose, half-moon spectacles, and silver-white hair and beard that shone like a ghost was sitting on it.

At this time, a brown owl flew in from the window and landed on the silverware on the side. Dumbledore wiped his eyes. The note on the owl's leg turned into a flying bird and landed in front of him. It spreads out automatically.

I saw Dumbledore's blue eyes twitching slightly, as if he had seen some good news. He then patted the table and a piece of clean parchment flew out from the side of the table. Dumbledore picked up his pen and wrote a few words. A long, thin, circle-like text.

Then, a dusty document bag stood up on its own, shook off the dust, took out an envelope from the body, and looked at the recipient. It had already been written on it, Penny Evans.

Dumbledore put the written letter into the envelope that had been sealed for a long time, and then the envelope spontaneously ignited without wind, disappearing from its place with silvery white flames.

"Everything is going in the right direction and Harry will be safer."

"But is it an illusion? The new generation of Smith, Longbottom, and Potter are all gathered in the same academy. The dark wizards of Knockturn Alley keep disappearing, and Skywalker suddenly appears? Then" Dumbledore said to himself.

If Ryan knew, he would be very surprised. There is no causal connection between these events.

However, he did not expect that as the greatest white wizard, especially Dumbledore who reached level 6 with the philosophy of love, he relied more on sensibility and intuition.

His intuition is more useful than all reasoning.

After about 10 minutes, Dumbledore smiled inexplicably and disappeared from where he was.

Today is Wednesday. Around 10 o'clock last night, the prefects of each college informed the students of each college to go to bed early.

It means that at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Dumbledore has something to say.

At 4: in the morning, the sleepy little wizards formed four neat streams of people according to the divisions of the colleges and headed for the Hogwarts auditorium.

This is the largest number of people in the auditorium since the beginning of the school year. The prefects are walking around on the tables in their respective houses, counting the number of people.

The Sorting Hat appeared again on the high stool in front of the teacher's desk.

The professors were all sitting on the teachers' bench, except for one person, Snape.

The time was close to 8 o'clock, and Dumbledore stood up. Calm returned to the auditorium again, and all eyes were looking in the direction of the teacher's chair.

"Good morning! Before you start dinner, I have something to say. This is why you all gather here at 8 o'clock."

"For special reasons, one of your new classmates will join the Hogwarts family today."

"Later, when he arrives, we will start sorting."

After finishing speaking, there was a sound like water boiling at the long tables in each college. Every little wizard rushed to ask the most informed little wizard in his own college.

The Gryffindors are the Weasley twins, while the Ravenclaws are the petite, first-year Kate.

The students around Kate were all stretching their necks and ears to get some news.

Then, the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

That was Professor Snape. He was walking quickly, his robes raised making him pass by like a big vicious bat.

Everyone couldn't stop standing up and saw a timid and huge little wizard wearing wizard robes standing behind Snape's robe. Even Crabbe and Goyle were dwarfed in front of him.

"No!" Harry stood up abruptly and looked in the direction of the little fat man.

The little fat man also stayed where he was. Snape turned his head sharply, and the little fat man started to move forward timidly.

The Slytherins couldn't help but suddenly became noisy. Who was this boy who could be picked up and dropped off by his dean and who made Harry Potter roar?

Seeing that the little fat man did not stay any further, Snape glanced at Harry, paused briefly, and then continued forward, arriving at the Sorting Hat.

"Dully Dursley!"

Dudley walked towards the Sorting Hat tremblingly, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and put on the Sorting Hat.

"Rare, rare evil, likes to play with strong men! So, Azkaban!"

"No, no, no, no, fear, don't want to be in the same house as Harry Potter, don't want to go to Ravenclaw? Then, Hufflepuff!" For some reason, the Sorting Hat actually made all the conversations public, instead of normal and small talk. The wizard talks directly into his head.

What surprised all the little wizards was that these different comments actually came from the same person?

Harry couldn't help but cover his buttocks, and couldn't help but feel lucky that he was too thin. Aunt Petunia kept denying him enough to protect himself, Harry wondered for no reason.

And Dudley's friends, Pierre, Danny, Morken, Gordon and others are all big men, so?

vomit.

At the same time, Dumbledore suddenly stood up and strode toward the Sorting Hat without saying a word or putting it on. He just picked up the Sorting Hat with both hands and communicated with it in an unknown way.

After about a minute, Dumbledore raised his head and scanned the surroundings with his light blue, penetrating eyes. The surroundings became quiet again.

"Rumor, a terrible thing."

"I am here, and I have to waste everyone's time to clarify that the first half of the Sorting Hat's evaluation of Mr. Dursley just now is untrue, which made him unable to stop saying it loudly."

"The following words are the true evaluation. In order to tell you all about the real Dursley. The Sorting Hat also directly told you his actual evaluation of him. This is also to tell you which sentence is appropriate. .”

"Now, let's eat." Dumbledore paused.

Only then did the Hufflepuff table finally burst into sparse applause. At Dumbledore's signal, Dudley ran all the way and sat down at the Hufflepuff table. Almost all the little wizards at that table, Involuntarily, he moved away from Dudley.

"Harry, the Dudley you're talking about turns out to be more than just the bully Darth Vader (Fat Tiger)."

"Have you?" Ron looked at Harry with an unprecedented sympathy.

"Eat your food, Ron." Harry said gloomily, completely ignoring the unprecedented concerned look from Snape on the professor's desk.