[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Even though, before Sewell could react, Draco kicked him away, turned around and left without hesitation, but this did not stop Sewell's mouth from turning up uncontrollably——

And it continued until the moment before sorting.

"Maybe it's not that bad—didn't Harry fight for Gryffin after discussing with the Sorting Hat?" Sewell said to himself, trying to convince himself: "Maybe I can fight for a Slytherin." What?"

"Hey buddy—" a lively voice cut in, it was a small blonde wizard: "You actually want to go to Slytherin, there are all dark wizards." He made an exaggerated gesture and added: "It's fine for me to go anywhere as long as it's not Slytherin."

Sewell raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes again, ignoring him for a moment, clenched his fists in his mind and figured out how to argue with the Sorting Hat.

The guy seemed to be on a great mission, chattering next to him about how bad Slytherin was, and he must not go there.Such remarks are not uncommon. When Sewell went to Diagon Alley before, the saying that Slytherin = dark wizard = not a good person was everywhere, and the Daily Prophet spared no effort to promote this theory.

The child was twittering, making Sewell unable to concentrate, and suddenly looked up violently and shouted: "My name is Malfoy!"

In an instant, within three meters around Seville, there was no one inhabited.

Sewell was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and continued to rehearse in his head.

The sorting ceremony went very fast, and when Professor McGonagall read his name, Sewell felt that he was not ready yet.

The name of Xavier Malfoy made the entire auditorium quiet for a few seconds, and then there was a louder discussion, and these voices came to Xavier's ears one after another: "Is that the illegitimate child of the Malfoy family?"

—Oh yes, it's me.Sewell rolled his eyes

"I heard that he knows oriental spells, saved many people, and defeated the mysterious man!"

——No, no, only Sirius, I didn't defeat the mysterious man, I just shot him flying.

"He was so young, but he was forced to leave his parents voluntarily and go to a foreign country since he was a child. That report made me cry all afternoon!"

--What?Oh... Lucius made up a good story, portraying him as a poor child who loves his father and loves peace. Narcissa cried all afternoon after reading it.

"Sevier Malfoy! Come here, please," Professor McGonagall yelled again, looking angrily at the platinum blonde boy who was in a daze.Sewell quickly came back to his senses, and ran over in a scrambling manner.

There was a burst of laughter, and Daphne brushed her blond hair on the Slytherin table, and looked at Draco with a black face with a bright smile.

Draco yelled, and covered his face with his decadent hands: "The educational results of a vacation."

Knowing that he was making a joke, Sewell blushed and took the hat over and put it on his head. He took out the lines he had thought up in advance, and was just about to argue eloquently with it, when an ugly voice rang loudly in his ears. cried, "Gryffindor!"

——*? ? ! ! ! ! !

——What the hell? ! ! ! !

Sewell grabbed the brim of his hat with both hands and shouted in his heart: "I'm going to Slytherin!"

"Dreaming—you don't see an iota of Slytherin in you."

"I'm Malfoy—!" Sewell felt that a force was robbing him of the hat, and he grabbed the hat firmly and said, "One more time! I'm Malfoy! I'm going to Slytherin!"

"Let go--" a voice came from afar, and Sewell yelled in his heart that I was going to Slytherin, while grabbing his hat and fighting against that force.

"Try to relax!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, Sewell's hand loosened unconsciously, and the hat was taken away.He looked up at Professor McGonagall with a smile on his face, looked at him and said, "Please go to the Gryffindor table, Mr. Malfoy."

Sewell looked hopeless.

The Gryffindor table and Malfoy - what could be worse?

Sewell was in a trance for a while—he felt that he would definitely receive a threatening letter tomorrow, and maybe a delisting statement, Merlin bless, he just joined three weeks ago.

He staggered towards the long table of Gryffindor. The hall that had been silent just now suddenly exploded. Dean made a grimace in disbelief: "My God...a Malfoy."

Ron blushed and said, "We're going to have a Malfoy."

"Don't be like this," Harry laughed, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Be kind, Sirius asked me to take care of him, you know."

"I never wanted to have a good relationship with a Malfoy." Ron said palely, and then turned to Hermione for confirmation: "I don't think there is anything worse than this."

Hermione waved her hand impatiently: "As long as he doesn't call me Mudblood - everything is fine, and I think you should be able to guess that he can't be the real Malfoy's child."

"I can't think of it." Ron looked blankly at the boy with the same color hair and eyes as Draco Malfoy who came over under Harry's greeting: "It looks like a copy of Malfoy."

Hermione took a look and sighed too.

There was also silence at the Slytherin table.

The pale blond-haired boy didn't look sideways, and his expression didn't change at all.

"That kid looks like he's about to cry." Pansy giggled. "Uncle Lucius must be pissed."

Draco's gray eyes turned to look at her, then continued to look at the teacher's desk, and said lightly, "It's expected."

Pansy's face changed, she thought Draco would say something similar to "shame"——

"You don't care?" She asked softly:

The surrounding Slytherins strained their ears to listen.

At this time, the sorting ceremony was over, and Dumbledore announced the start of dinner.

Draco took a cup of pumpkin juice, took a sip, and frowned because of the overly sweet taste. He saw that other people were still looking at him curiously, and he couldn't help frowning, and said: " The glory of the Malfoy family does not only come from the academy," he glanced at the people around him, and pointed at Goyle and Crabbe with his chin: "The whole Goyle family is also from Slytherin." (Goyle blushed and said he One uncle belongs to Ravenclaw.)

"I don't need my brother to do Malfoy a favor at the Academy - he'll shine elsewhere."

It was the first time Draco had admitted Sewell was his brother in person, without sarcasm, but Sewell couldn't hear it.

Draco gently put down the glass goblet, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter: "What's more, I don't think coming to Slytherin at this time would be a good choice."

The Slytherins were silent.

In the families in Slytherin, there are more or less people who support Voldemort. After Voldemort's downfall, the number of people who came back to school this semester has decreased by one-third, and only three people came to Slytherin for the just-concluded sorting ceremony. freshmen, the lowest in history.

For Gryffindor and Professor Dumbledore, the war is won and better days are ahead.But for Slytherin, the tough times are just beginning.

At this time, the Malfoy family, who had picked themselves clean, but everyone knew it was not clean, once again became the target of everyone's attention.

Pansy rested her chin on one hand, tilted her head to look at the little Malfoy who was sitting next to Potter with her head hanging down on the ground, and sighed pretendingly, and said softly, "Happy child, I also want Della A brother like Ke." Draco looked at her in surprise: "Don't be like this, I don't want to have a sister like you."

"Also, who allowed you to call my brother by his first name?" He said angrily.

Gryffindor's long table.

Although Sewell seemed uninterested, Harry kept talking to him in a good-natured manner.

"Don't be like this brother," Ron stretched out his hand to poke Harry, and whispered, "The way you look now reminds me of us last semester." He made a gesture: "You are eccentric and easy to get angry, and you have a good temper Me and Hermione."

Harry glared at him angrily: "I'm so yin and yang."

"Anytime, anywhere." Ron rolled his eyes, then thought for a long time, and carefully handed a jar of marmalade to Sewell who had been poking bread: "Maybe you need this?"

"I don't know how to eat people." Sewell said angrily: "There is no need to be so careful-please give me applesauce, thank you."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the applesauce: "You look really small, are you already eleven?"

"I'm fourteen!" Sewell spread a thick layer of applesauce on the bread, and said with claws.

Harry was beside him, smiling very... lovingly.He's seen a lot since the Battle of the Ministry, and now Sirius is alive - Voldemort is kissed by a dementor - world peace -

So why not take care of a Malfoy?