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Long ago when I was a new hat, before Hogwarts was built, the four founders of Noble House thought they would never go their separate ways.

They are united by the same goal, and their wishes are so consistent: to build the best magic school in the world, and let their knowledge be passed on and continued.

"We will build a school together and teach together!" The four friends were very determined, but they never dreamed that one day they would be separated from each other.

What friends in this world can be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?Unless you count another pair of best friends - Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?How can such a good thing go wrong?How could such a friendship be written off?

Alas, I have witnessed this sad story firsthand, so I can recount it here.

Slytherin said: "The students we teach must be of the purest blood."

Ravenclaw said: "The students we teach must be intellectually superior."

Gryffindor said: "The students we teach must be brave and fearless."

"We're going to teach a lot of people and treat them all the same," Hufflepuff said.

The first time these differences surfaced, a small quarrel arose.Each of the four founders owns an academy and only recruits the teenagers they want.

Slytherin accepted wizards like himself, pure blood and full of tricks.

Only the sharpest minds of the younger generation can listen to the teachings of Ravenclaw.

Anyone who is daring and adventurous is accepted into the academy by the brave Gryffindor.

The rest were accepted by the kind Hufflepuff, who taught them all of her skills.

In this way, the four colleges and their founders maintain a strong and sincere friendship.During those many happy years, teaching at Hogwarts was pleasant and harmonious.

But then slowly a schism arose, exacerbated by our flaws and horrors.The four colleges are like four stone pillars, which once firmly supported our school.Now they turn against each other, disputes continue,

Everyone wants to monopolize power.

There was a time when the school looked like it was dying.Countless quarrels, countless struggles, former good friends turned against each other.

Finally, one morning, the aged Slytherin suddenly ran away.Although the strife had subsided by then, he departed from us disheartened.

There are only three of the four founders left. From then on, the situation of the four colleges is no longer as harmonious and united as imagined in the past.

Now the sorting hat is in front of you, and you all know the origin of the matter: I sorted you into each house,

Because my duty cannot be changed.

But this year I want to say something more, and I ask you to listen carefully to my new song: Although I am destined to divide you, I fear that it is not right to do so.

Although I have to fulfill my duty to divide each year's freshmen into four, I fear that such a division will lead to the collapse I dread.

Oh, know the danger, read the omens, our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies from outside the school are stalking us.

We must be united within, otherwise everything will fall apart from within.

I've told you straight, I've sounded the alarm for you... Now let's begin sorting.

Carefully chewing on the lyrics sung by the Sorting Hat word for word, Rosemary blinked slightly, as if she understood what a "Mudblood" was, knowing that Lupine and Snape hesitated to speak, Knowing what Madam Pomfrey didn't say, knowing why his father never said anything about Slytherin.

Her girlhood was spent with a group of mothers and a large group of her hippie friends. She may not agree with that way of life, but they talked about "love", "equality", "freedom" and so on This kind of blatant and unashamed discrimination really makes her very uncomfortable—not to mention that she is the group of people being discriminated against now!As a white girl with extraordinary beauty, people have always stood next to her and said "you are so beautiful", "you are so interesting", "let me take a picture of you", she has never tasted being looked down upon taste.

One by one, the children stepped forward to let the sorting hat decide their future. Rosemary saw that the number of people at the dining table in Slytherin House was obviously much smaller than that in other houses. She narrowed her eyes with a strange look on her face.

"James Potter" the boy with the messy black hair who provoked them on the Hogwarts train excitedly rushed forward and sat on the stool, shouting "Gryffin" as soon as the sorting hat touched his head Many!" The boy triumphantly walked to the table, and the Gryffindor cubs applauded him enthusiastically.

Then, except for Sirius Black being sorted into Gryffindor, which caused a murmur at the Slytherin table, the sorting ceremony in the hall was fast and smooth.Lupine was in Gryffindor as he'd expected; Snape was in Slytherin without a doubt, and now...

"Lily Evans"

Lily, who was named, jogged up, her face flushed with excitement, and it took a while for the sorting hat to call out "Gryffindor"

James and Lupine, sitting at the Gryffindor table, clapped vigorously, and Sirius flaunted a contemptuous smile at Rosemary.Rosemary didn't react too much, but was worried about Lily—how could she wear a Gryffindor uniform with her red hair?Red hair goes against everything red and yellow!If only she'd been in Slytherin, red-haired girls look best in green...

"Rosemary Evans"

Rosemary stood up, straightened her waist and strode forward, and sat on the low stool. Professor Mai put the old hat on her head. She immediately heard a voice that did not belong to her in her mind, and she shrank. for a moment.

"Well... very smart, very cautious, determined and persistent, you can always get everything you want... very... cute, I can't see you, but I bet you have a cute little face Right?"

"Thank you."

"Oh! You must be very beautiful, pretty enough to be used to people saying that. Let me see... very smart, there must be no problem going to Ravenclaw... Well, don't like Ravenclaw? Well, although everyone Everyone laughs at Hufflepuffs as a house for idiots, but I will say that there are still many wonderful wizards and witches who come from Hufflepuffs."

"I'm not going to Hufflepuff either."

"Then it's Gryffindor? Although you won't be very happy there, talented children will shine everywhere. That's..."

"I'm not going to Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, I'm going to Slytherin."

"Slytherin? Oh! Slytherin is a good house too, but they worship pure blood, and you will have a miserable life there, oh! When I say you may not have a good time in Gryffindor, but in Slytherin, you will be tortured."

"That's my problem, I'm going into Slytherin."

"Okay! Since you're so persistent, it's—Slytherin."

There was applause from the Slytherin table, she walked over with a smile, and a platinum-haired senior patted her on the shoulder and let her take a seat.

Scanning the faces of several people, Lupine, James, and Sirius all showed surprise on their faces, Lily was full of regret, obviously resentful that the two could not be in the same academy, and as for Snape... Nepe's face was either expressionless or his expression was too complicated for her to analyze, so she could only say that it was not a pleasant expression.

After the classification ceremony was over, the headmaster Dumbledore, whom Lupine admired very much, began to give a speech. She didn't listen very carefully, but heard him repeatedly repeating that the Whomping Willow was planted outside the Forbidden Forest, and students were not allowed to approach.

The Slytherin classmates beside her began to report their families. Rosemary carefully chose the topic to respond, and focused most of her attention on the big meal in front of her. The table was full of roast beef, roast chicken, and pork slices. , lamb chops, sausages, bacon steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire puddings, green beans, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce,

She took a Yorkshire pudding, drizzled it with gravy, spooned a lot of peas and carrots, and began to eat bit by bit.The banquet was not over until Dumbledore tapped his wand and took away most of the remaining pudding and vegetables on her plate.

The prefects of each college led the freshmen back to the lounges of the colleges. Before leaving the hall, Rosemary hurriedly greeted Lily, then hid herself among the freshmen and followed the prefects in front of her into the cellar.

"I'm your seventh-year boy prefect, Lucius Malfoy." In the Slytherin common room, the blond senior who greeted the freshmen at the beginning introduced himself gracefully. "When I entered the lounge just now, I believe everyone noticed that I yelled the secret words. The weekly secret words will be posted on the bulletin board in the lounge. Please remember that it is absolutely not allowed to be disclosed to non-Slytherin students."

"Compared to the wisdom, diligence and courage pursued by other colleges, I don't think Slytherin has such a purpose. What we pursue is above these - that is, success and glory. You will find that the college will not be stingy ..." Malfoy stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and a flattering smile appeared on his handsome face. "Ah... I have talked too much, our dear dean is here, welcome him."

In came a well-dressed, fat, bald old man with protruding eyes and a silver beard as thick as a walrus, looking very cheerful. "Okay, okay! Malfoy. Don't use this trick."

"I am the head of Slytherin, Horace Slughorn. Your prefect has made it very clear just now, and I will only add a few points. First, talented students are absolutely It will not be buried. Second, and most importantly, I hope you will firmly remember—” Slughorn glanced at all the freshmen before continuing, “No matter what happened between you Slytherin will always take care of his own people, understand?"

"Yes, Professor." A voice came from the corner. "But what if someone is not one of us?"

Rosemary followed the voice and found that it was Snape.

Sglasshorn narrowed his eyes with interest and asked "What do you mean?"

"I mean, there seems to be a Muggle-born student in Slytherin this year."

Sgrahorn hadn't responded yet, and all the new and old students below gasped, looking around for who it was.

"You mean Miss Evans?" Sgraghorn was still smiling. "Yes, very special circumstances. But now that the sorting hat has made a decision, it won't change."

The little snakes in Slytherin were still restless, looking at Rosemary as if they saw something dirty.

"Okay, this year's freshmen will go back to your dormitory with the prefect. Before leaving, remember to take the timetable, tie, and badge. I wish everyone a good dream and welcome the busy class tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Sgrahorn said He left with his hands behind his back.

The freshmen took their things one after another, and walked towards the dormitory in groups. Rosemary stood where she was, and waited for everyone to leave before going forward to get the class schedule.To be honest, she was not surprised by the attitude of the Slytherin students, she just didn't expect the fact that she was a Muggle-born to be exposed so quickly, but seeing the unbelievable faces of those students, she really wanted to Laughed at them out loud and had a great time.

She lingered for a while until the common room was empty before heading to the dormitory, at which point she was pulled back.

Rosemary's instinctive reaction was to bend her elbows to give the man behind her a hard blow to the abdomen, only to find that she couldn't move.

Then she saw a pair of familiar, bottomless black eyes staring into hers, and the owner of those eyes waved his wand at her, saying "Legiliency".

She felt that her mind was being tossed heavily, and all kinds of memories kept flashing in her mind, the pain was almost unbearable, she knelt down and hugged herself and wept.

But standing in front of her, the wizard didn't show any sympathy, and just continued to examine the memories in her mind.

The pain became more and more severe, and Rosemary's whole body rolled to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.She was then forced to recall pleasant or painful memories of what had happened.

The fear and anger of being attacked before she died, the peace and warmth of being with her family, the vanity and joy of seeing herself featured in Vouge magazine, and her most embarrassing and shameful memory about being peeped—— Suddenly summoning up all his strength, he pushed that force out of his mind.

"Get out!" Rosemary glared at Snape viciously, not sure if she yelled, and didn't care.Now her heart is only filled with one thought—she should have trusted her instincts long ago, this man is an extremely dangerous terrorist!

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