HP: The New God from Hogwarts

"So, James, what kind of house is Gryffindor where you want to go?"

The red-haired girl held her rosy face in her hands and looked at James with bright green eyes.

"warrior!"

James made a slashing motion with a sword in the air with his hand, his black eyes flashing with moving light.

"My whole family is Gryffindor. My dad and my grandpa were both heroic Gryffindors."

"That's great." Lily looked at James with envy, "My parents are ordinary people."

James stopped waving his hand and looked at Lily worriedly: "Then you have to be careful. I heard from dad that Slytherin students particularly hate Muggle-born wizards."

"What about you, little old-fashioned guy? Where are your parents?" James looked at Snape aside.

"My mother was a Ravenclaw wizard, and my father was an ordinary person." Snape answered him. Even though he didn't really want to talk to James, he didn't want to appear mean and rude in front of Lily.

James frowned: "Those guys seem to look down on mixed-race children, so you should pay attention."

His restless eyes fell on Sirius's too beautiful face again: "Blake, what about you?"

"Our family is all Slytherin." Sirius shrugged with contempt, "But I don't like it there."

"Then, Gryffindor welcomes you!"

James and Sirius high-fived, Lily covered her mouth and smiled, Snape held a book to block his secret glance at Lily, and the scenery outside the car window quickly receded, forming a youthful green ocean.

At the opening ceremony in the auditorium, the process of branching was the same as before.

The Sorting Hat's loud voice echoed over the auditorium.

"James Potter."

"Gryffindor!"

"Sirius Black."

"Gryffindor!"

"Lily Evans."

"Gryffindor!"

Seeing Lily running towards James excitedly, Snape felt a bitter taste in his heart, like black coffee without sugar.

Finally it was his turn to sit on the square stool again, and the sound of the Sorting Hat came from above his head.

"You are a very ambitious child and a very smart child. Slytherin will help you become stronger and realize your wishes."

"No sir, I don't want to go to Slytherin."

"Why? That is the best house for you. Slytherin will help you gain friends in fame and fortune."

"Sorry, I don't need it. I'm just a half-blood wizard. I don't think I can be treated differently by them. I just want to complete my studies well at Hogwarts."

As a half-blood wizard, Snape remembered that it took a lot of effort to be recognized by them. In addition to his outstanding potions and spells talents, Snape, more importantly, had to join them in being hostile to Muggles.

He once invented many curses for the Slytherin gang, and they used them on Muggles one by one. The most impressive one was the Golden Bell.

He taught this spell to Mulciber and gained admission to the friend circle of pure-blood nobles such as Malfoy. This curse set off a craze in Hogwarts, and almost everyone who liked pranks learned it. This move.

In the end, this curse was used on him by James, pushing him and Lily to opposite ends of the abyss.

His Slytherin friends stood far away, watching coldly behind the applauding Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

This time, he didn't want to be with them anymore.

"I want to go to Ravenclaw." Snape calmly stated his request to the Sorting Hat.

"Ravenclaw." The Sorting Hat seemed to agree with this result, "Yes, Ravenclaw is willing to help smart children like you absorb a steady stream of knowledge."

The final sound of the Sorting Hat resounded throughout the auditorium.

"Ravenclaw!"

The Ravenclaw classmates clapped and cheered, but the last time he was sorted into Slytherin, because he was a half-blood, there was no applause, only the sounds of James and Sirius booing.

Snape walked with steady steps towards the long table with blue flags hanging above his head. He saw Lily waving to him at the Gryffindor table next door, and James had a wise smile on his face. His clapping hands turned red, and the young master Black next to him gave him a thumbs up.

It just feels weird.

Peeves suddenly rushed from the Gryffindor table to the Ravenclaw table. He chuckled mischievously at the students, and then placed the exquisite five-layer cake in the center of the long table to celebrate the arrival of new students. Push down.

Most of the people sitting around the cake were freshmen. They were helpless as they watched the cake slowly fall. Some timid children even screamed.

Snape was sitting next to the cake. He shook his sleeves and held the wand hidden in his sleeves in his hand. He chanted the levitating spell in his mouth. White light poured out from the top of the wand and enveloped the cake that was about to collapse. .

He waved his wand and placed the cake in the center of the table again. Peeves rushed over again unwillingly. Snape did not intend to coddle him and directly tied him up with a binding spell and hung him on the long table with an upside-down golden clock. above.

"Wow, you are so good, you know so many spells in the first grade!"

"Peeves always bullies the younger students, you finally taught him a lesson!"

"Your name is Severus Snape. I dare say you are the strongest in Ravenclaw."

Ravenclaw students are always generous in praising their top performers. For them, Snape, who had just entered the first year, could easily use his wand to take care of Peeves, who was giving them a headache. Just a genius.

Ravenclaw gave the compliments that Slytherin had to work hard to get without hesitation.

"Remus Lupin."

"Gryffindor!"

The familiar name announced by the Sorting Hat once again attracted his attention. The gentle werewolf boy trotted towards the long red table amidst the thunderous applause of Gryffindor.

He found an empty seat opposite James. The passionate black-haired boy grabbed his hand and kept saying something, which made the brown-haired boy blush, and Lily on the side fell down laughing. On the table, Sirius cooperated with James, his brows and eyes full of pleasure.

The next name announced by the Sorting Hat shocked Snape and made his back stiffen.

"Peter Pedillo."

"Gryffindor!"

That painful memory came to mind. After he opened the door, he saw Lily's cold body. He held Lily who had lost her temperature and sat in that lifeless house for a long time.

All the tears in this life have been drained.

Digging his long nails into his palms, Snape saw Peter sitting far away from James and Lily.

He was relieved.

Even if there is no prophecy, this kind of duplicitous person will still do it for himself at a certain critical moment.

Stabbed Lily.