Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

Tom Riddle, in the original book, will be the second Dark Lord after Grindelwald.

At this time, he was walking into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry following Sifa.

Tom hadn't thought about it before.

The little wizard who met once in Diagon Alley actually walked in front of him and led him.

Lead all freshmen into the new world!

This distorted psychology makes Tom, who is eager to be noticed, full of jealousy.

But he didn't show any flaws in his expression, he was still polite and treated the pure-blooded nobleman he was talking to with a sunny attitude.

And in his heart, the little Dark Lord felt that the leading position could only be his own, so he didn't intend to only target Xifa.

That's the perverted part of the little Dark Lord, isn't it?

At this time, Xifa was not in the mood to pay attention to who was watching him.

I am the leader, and there are beautiful girls by my side.

Jealousy is inevitable.

Following in the footsteps of Professor Rude, Xifa led the crowd through the hall to a small room on the side of the main corridor.

When all the freshmen came to the room, Professor Rude told everyone to wait here quietly.

Then he hurried away.

Look at the direction, as if to report the situation to the principal and professor who have been waiting in the auditorium for a long time.

"Bam—"

The hut door slammed shut.

There was a short silence.

The room where needles can be heard is filled with humming hum.

Hear the chatter behind him.

The content is nothing more than what the sorting ceremony is, and the secret information I heard from my parents and elder sisters.

Xifa felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

He didn't join the freshman exchange.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

During the breath, the breath of the second woman passed into his senses.

Sifer relaxed his body, emptied his mind, and then began to constantly hint that he chose Ravenclaw, and it must be Ravenclaw!

Elise wanted to say something, but Luna stopped her with a look, and shook her head slightly.

Not long after.

Sifer slowly opened his eyes. He felt that as long as Dumbledore didn't force him to go to Gryffindor, no one could stop him from going to Ravenclaw!

Just when Xifa was about to speak to the two of them.

"Oh!"

The suddenly pushed open door stopped the 'joyful' communication in the hut, and the little wizards all looked for the prestige at the same time.

Naturally, Xifa also looked for his reputation with dissatisfaction.

If only a little earlier, interrupt your own autosuggestion.

Without the strong desire, it will be difficult to ask the Sorting Hat to sort itself into Ravenclaw.

Under the dissatisfied eyes of Xifa and the freshman.

A tall and thin old man with gray hair slowly entered from the door.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, and a depressive aura spread over his face.

In this way, the old man came to the center in front of the hut, looked down at all the little wizards in front of him, his white beard was shaking, and he spoke in an old and hoarse voice:

"Hogwarts is a sacred place to learn magic, not a nursery school! Here, you are students, not pure children. Not to mention how much knowledge you will master in the future, how profound your magic is. But now! You want to Learn what is discipline! What is respect!"

After the words fell, the old man put his hands behind his back, but his eyes had already changed from being cloudy when he first entered the door to sharp as a falcon.

Xifa, who expressed dissatisfaction at the front, was the first to bear the pressure of the old man.

That feeling is very uncomfortable, like an unarmed person confronting a tiger in the wild.

Or enter the narrow well and look directly at the deep trench...

That is the instinctive fear of the body.

Sifa's breathing was a little short.

But his hands subconsciously pulled the second girl behind him.

At this point, the old man finally looked behind him.

Xifa, who was sweating coldly behind his back, seemed to see the old man's beard shaking, as if he was laughing?

Laughing at my overreaching?Or my courage to resist?Or a compliment that I took the pressure without gaffes?

Xifa was a little confused.

It was also at the time when Xifa was reflecting.As far as the old man looked, the young wizards who were watching all lowered their heads, showing an attitude of unwillingness to fight.

After scanning all the new students blankly, the old man stood up straight again and looked away. With the sound of everyone breathing, the old man walked outside the house and said,

"The sorting ceremony will begin immediately. Which college you will be assigned to is the one you will stay in for the past seven years. Unless you are expelled, you cannot change it!"

The old man went out without closing the door.

Xifa suddenly realized, he quickly pulled Alice and Luna to follow the footsteps of the old man.

Seeing that there is a leader, the new students seem to have a backbone.

They followed the three of them out in unison.

Quickly catching up behind the old man, Xifa who slowed down heard a faint praise, "It's really not stupid!"

However, the old man climbed the stairs methodically with his back to Sifa.

Xifa actually had a hint of whether he had auditory hallucinations.

Go up to the end of the stairs and go through a hallway.

In front of you is the auditorium where the sorting ceremony was held.

The oil paintings whispering on both sides can't attract my attention.

Because the frontal scene is so solemn.

A little candlelight illuminated the teacher's seat, and in the middle was an old man with a white beard and dressed in a costume with dark eyes.

This position should be headmaster Armando Dippet.

Xifa thought in his heart.

He looked to both sides.

He first saw the chubby Horace Slughorn who seemed to be the Potions professor.

Next, I met the No.1 wizard I came into contact with——Professor Albus Dumbledore.

It seemed that someone was watching him with fiery eyes.

Dumbledore, who was talking sideways, turned his head to look at the group of freshmen, and saw Sifer looking at him with surprise at a glance. He smiled and expressed his congratulations for Sifer's entry into Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Melas, leave the next thing to me."

An old voice said softly.

Hearing the sound, Xifa realized that there was another old man hiding in the darkness under the teacher's seat.

"Then it will be hard for Vice Principal Brant."

The old professor named Melles in front of Xifa greeted him with a neutral tone, and then walked towards the teacher's seat.

The conversation between the two was heard clearly in the quiet auditorium.

"Ahem, then, the sorting ceremony begins!"

See Professor Mellors walk up to the teacher's seat and sit down.

Vice-principal Brandt strode up to a statue of a giant eagle, coughing twice, trying to attract everyone's attention, and everyone was watching him, the only one walking in the auditorium.

"Whoever hears the name, come forward and put on the sorting hat!"

The old man pointed to the gray crumpled peaked hat on the blue stool beside him.

"Don't the Sorting Hat sing? Well, in this atmosphere, it's not suitable for singing..."

Xifa wondered in his heart.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being attracted, Luna whispered to Sifa, "He is Elise's grandfather."

Hearing this, Xifa looked inexplicable...

This is the person Elise made herself wary of?

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