[HP] Subversion - Destined

The first-year freshmen were nervously chattering before Hagrid led them to the Hogwarts auditorium. This honest and simple half-giant handed us over to the serious vice-principal and head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall.

Like other freshmen, everything about Hogwarts was new to me, and I began to imagine how I would explore this ancient castle in the future, as well as those interesting secret rooms, such as the Room of Requirement.If you have the conditions, you can also verify the guesses about the Ravenclaw secret room among many HP fans-the collection of books there is enough to make me salivate.

"Hey, is what they said true? Harry Potter, the savior, a freshman in the same class as us?" A slow and extremely arrogant voice drifted over.

I stared at it—platinum hair, blue-gray eyes, aristocratic smirk, haughty expression, a typical Malfoy—spoiled little boy, very cute, but also very squishy.

The little Slytherin prince stood in front of me, followed by two tall attendants with silly faces: "Harry Potter? I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Pfft!" Ron next to me laughed out loud.

Little Malfoy raised one eyebrow, looked at him with disgust, and was about to speak sarcastically, but was interrupted by Marie's reprimand: "Ron! How many times have I reminded you not to be rude to your classmates? !"

Seeing Ron's eyes widening in disbelief, with an expression that swallowed a fly and couldn't hold back a word, Hermione, who had already shared the same hatred with Mari, also accused him: "As a classmate for the next seven years, I think I must Remind you Ron, friendship is more important than confrontation!"

Little Malfoy was a little surprised that these two girls would actually help him, seeing Ron deflated, he couldn't continue to provoke him, so he stretched out his hand to me: "Hello, Mr. Potter, I hope that in the next seven years we can become Classmate." He meant that he wanted me to be in the same academy as him?

I smiled and held his hand, pretending not to understand what he said: "Hi, Mr. Malfoy, we are already classmates now, aren't we?"

Before little Malfoy could respond, Marie hurried over: "I'm Mary Weasley, this girl with brown hair is my friend Hermione Granger, and my brother Ron with red hair. Ron is still a child who doesn't understand the world, so I offended you just now, and I apologize to you on his behalf. Can I call you Draco? Your hair is so beautiful! How do you usually take care of it?... Still You have blue-gray eyes! Wow, this is my favorite color!...Your skin is also good, what skin care products do you use?...Huh? You can tell from the pattern on your robe The taste is very high!..."

Marie excitedly praised the little Slytherin prince from head to toe without giving him any chance to talk.I watched with great interest as Draco's lovely face turned from white to blue and then to rosy, until it became redder and redder. Even the earlobes were dyed a shy pink, even though they plummeted due to the arrival of Hogwarts ghosts. The temperature can't help him cool down.

Hermione first went to the theater with me, and then went on to study ghosts.Ron, who was neglected, looked increasingly pale, so he had to seek comfort from me: "Harry, do you know? The Malfoy family all came from the evil Slytherin house. Draco Malfoy's father used to They were also Death Eaters under the command of You-Know-Who! Later they cunningly got away with it..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall began to ask the freshmen to line up, and the door to the Hogwarts auditorium opened in front of us.

At this time, the nervousness overwhelmed the excitement at the beginning, and Ron turned pale with fright because he thought of the "horrible entrance test" that the twins said. The role of the little wizard—the faces on the professor's chair should be carefully observed after the sorting is over.

The progress of the sorting ceremony was not slow. Ron, Hermione, and Neville entered Gryffindor one after another, and Draco was also sorted into Slytherin when he first got the sorting hat.

"Harry Potter!"

Phew, I took a breath -- this was a good chance to test my Occlumency -- and put on the Sorting Hat through the sudden silence of the crowd.

"Oh! Harry Potter, our golden boy... let me see...well, a strong desire to explore Hogwarts...ah, Hogwarts does have a lot of secret rooms, yes, I can understand... of course I wouldn't tell Dumbledore that you want to go on a night tour after curfew... oh no no, I wouldn't tell you where the Chamber of Secrets is either... yes, of course, these thoughts are typical Gryffindor, but I can see the Slytherin cunning in your bones! Don't try to cloud my judgment!...Oh no no no! Merlin, you actually broke into Knockturn Alley alone?! Slater Lin would never do such reckless and overconfident behavior! You are as reckless as the Weasley twins!! Of course! You must be—”

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat shouted the final result.

A hanging heart was finally relieved, I happily put down my hat, accepted Gryffindor's deafening cheers, and sat down beside Ron.Looking up, Albus Dumbledore raised his glass and winked at me, and I gave him a sugary smile back.

Just looking away, suddenly a kind of hatred and despair that penetrated into the bone marrow froze in my body for an instant.I stiffly controlled myself not to pull out my wand, and couldn't help but look into those hollow, cold black pupils.

Ron noticed my gaze: "That's Snape..."

"Hiss~~~" The sudden sting from the lightning scar gave me an excuse to bow my head, damn Quirrell, damn Voldemort!I didn't need to look to know that the garlic head sitting next to Snape was pointing the back of his head at me.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron and the others asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I suddenly have a headache, it will be fine in a while..." Rubbing my forehead with my hands, I felt my cold eyes move away, and my tense muscles relaxed.In fact, I'd rather have Voldemort ravage my head than face Snape - a man with too much hidden emotion, too much heartache, too much despair, he devoted his deepest to James and Lily's children The hatred and the deepest love - but I don't want to bear these, and I can't bear them either!

Hermione noticed the ferocious expression on my lowered head, and was about to say something, but was attracted by Professor McGonagall's voice: "Mary Weasley!"

The black-haired little girl came out in a row, and the Weasley brothers were all staring at the sorting hat at this time. I found that they seemed a little nervous, especially the prefect Percy, whose back was straight. I've never seen him so focused.

The sorting hat stayed on Mari's head for a short time, and then it grinned and announced, "Slytherin!"

The audience was in an uproar, everyone knew that the Weasleys were all Gryffindors, just like Malfoy must be a Slytherin, and these two families were absolute rivals—even if Marie was only an adopted daughter, it was impossible for her to be separated. To Slytherin, which is completely opposite to it!

Marie saluted gracefully at the professor's chair, then sat down beside Draco with a smile, and waved happily at the Gryffindor table.

The moment he heard the result, Patsy slumped on the chair, and Ron was so excited that he almost burst into tears: "Impossible... This is impossible! The Sorting Hat must have made a mistake!"

The twins pressed his shoulders from left to right: "Little Ron, just accept your fate..."

"It's been a few years, can't you see that our little sister..."

"Very insidious!"

"She's a Weasley Slytherin!"

"It's actually quite interesting, isn't it?"

"Cheers to our little sister..."

"Congratulations to her for breaking into Slytherin!" ×2

"Merlin..." Listening to the twins discussing excitedly how to use Mari's relationship to sell their prank products in Slytherin House, Ron collapsed on the dining table.

I patted Ron on the back reassuringly: "It's okay, brother, Slytherins are not all evil wizards." The professor was very fond of him, and he was very eager to establish a relationship with Draco.I pushed the glasses on the bridge of my nose to hide my flickering gaze, hoping that she would have enough strength to stand firm.