[HP]Tom Potter

As night fell, Tom followed a group of young wizards of the same age, and was taken by Professor McGonagall to a small room at the end of the hall.The children waiting for the sorting chattered restlessly, exchanging various conjectures about the "sorting ceremony".Except for a few courageous children who found it more interesting and full of interest as they talked, other children became more and more nervous as the waiting time lengthened.

"Tom, haven't you been in Hogwarts before, do you know how to sort?" A brown-haired, round-faced boy asked.

"I don't know either. The professors didn't let me into the hall when we were in the branch." Tom said a lie with a smile.Seeing the disappointment of the little friend he just met, the bad-hearted Tom secretly smiled.

Concealing the sorting ceremony from the young wizards has always been a tacit understanding among the adult wizards.This tradition cannot be broken by him. Tom thought so, but forgot that he was the same age as the little wizards around him.

Professor McGonagall looked serious, but when he glanced at Tom, there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.But in the past few years, the boy's appearance has changed a lot.The original swollen face became thinner, red lips and white teeth, straight nose, bright black eyes.The chubby body and small hands and feet are also like magic, growing from a fat seedling to a tall and straight tree, full of vigor and vigor.

Tom Potter, who was only 11 years old, had already broken away from the childishness of a child, and had the appearance of a young boy.

"Children, organize your images and come in with me." After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, he led the group of frightened children into the hall.

As Tom remembered, the hall of Hogwarts was magnificently decorated, with countless long candles floating in mid-air, illuminating the whole hall as if it were daytime.The senior students were already sitting on the long table in the hall. They saw the freshmen with stiff hands and feet entering in file under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, and there was even a nervous pal.

"I heard that Tom will come to school this year." A senior girl in Gryffindor said happily to her friend with bright eyes.

"Really, that's great!" Another girl looked surprised.

A boy with acne on his face sitting next to them was puzzled by the excitement of the girls, and poked the girl next to him with an oily fork in exchange for an angry look. "What Tom?"

"Tom Potter, don't you forget him?" The girl was not very happy, but more puzzled.

"It's the little guy who follows Senior Potter every day and likes to ask the seniors for candy." The boy stroked his chin with a look of sudden realization, "He's also at the age of school now."

"Look, there must be Tom!" The girls searched the freshman group for a while, and soon found the biggest suspect.

"Where is where?" Some of the less clever ones were still confused.And the classmates around them immediately enthusiastically gave them advice.

"Tom's eyes are so big, and his eyelashes are longer than mine."

"Tom stands upright and looks like a little grown-up, so cute."

"I don't know which college Tom will be assigned to?" The boys' topics were different from those of the girls.

"It must be Gryffindors, the Potters are traditional Gryffindors," a Gryffindor student exclaimed.

"Our Slytherin is also possible. When have you seen such a Gryffindor who loves to dress up? Tom and the Malfoy boy had a good relationship before." The boy on the long Slytherin table next door moved his chair back After a moment, his arm rested casually on the Gryffindor boy's shoulder.

"Malfoy boy, do you mean Draco Malfoy, the Mr. Malfoy who introduced the Muggle fashion clothing store in Diagon Alley?" The discussions among the seniors also aroused the interest of the younger students.

"It's that Malfoy, who always loves to be smug." Speaking of the overly delicate-looking guy, Gryffindor and the Slytherin boys curled their lips together.When that guy was around, he attracted most of the girls' attention. He was really a public enemy of men.

"Why can't it be Hufflepuff? Tom and Diggory have a very good relationship." A little further away, the Hufflepuff students avenged their house.

"If you want to talk about a good relationship, Tom can go to any college." His good friends are everywhere, and candy can be found everywhere.The girls covered their mouths with smiles.

"It won't be Ravenclaw anyway, Tom doesn't like reading." A student from an unknown college muttered.

"Why not Ravenclaw, we choose smart people in Ravenclaw, not nerds." The girls in Ravenclaw retorted with their heads held high.

The discussion on the long table became more and more intense, and the old headmaster with a white beard smiled and watched the children of the four colleges scrambling for one another.It's nice to be young, and he feels younger when he's with the kids.Thinking of the resignation report that had already been replied by the school board, the venerable old man suddenly felt a little sad. This was the last time he participated in the sorting ceremony, and he would never see such a lively scene again.

He glanced at Minerva who was presiding over the sorting ceremony, then at Severus sitting next to him, and at all the smiling professors on the professor's bench, and his heart calmed down again.The future Hogwarts will be handed over to them.And he, too, can live the life that the elderly should live with that guy.

"Tom Potter!" Professor McGonagall finally read the middle part of the long parchment in his hand, and the most anticipated freshman put on the sorting hat.

Everyone fell silent, and all eyes focused on the calm and smiling boy.

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth.

The author has something to say:

It's over, which college Tom gets assigned to depends on everyone's happiness.Haha~~

Regarding future writing plans, one is to continue to fill in the pits, HP's ambiguous short "The Dangerous Miss Weasley" (address: