[HP] Silver Green Pride

Before the gate of the castle, Hagrid knocked on the door. After the door opened, Professor McGonagall led a group of freshmen into a small room.

Ange heard the noise on the right, but was quite puzzled what this professor brought them here for.

Waiting quietly, suddenly, there was a shrill scream from the group of freshmen. An Ge looked, and saw a group of translucent ghosts floating over suddenly.

Draco next to her suddenly grabbed her hand, his delicate and handsome face was pale, but he still took out his wand and held on: "Ange, don't be afraid. I will protect you!"

I will protect you... When An Ge heard these words, a hint of sarcasm and sadness appeared on his lips, and then disappeared.The gaze towards Draco is much softer.

No one has ever said that sentence to her... The 11-year-old boy in front of her was the first person to say this sentence to her.

"I'm not afraid." With a faint smile, Ange held Draco tightly with one hand.

Harry and Ron also turned pale with fright, and tightly held the wands in their hands, as if this would bring them great courage and ability, even though they haven't even learned a floating spell yet.

The little snow fox in Ange's arms raised his eyelids lazily and took a look, then nestled his head deeper into Ange's arms.

The ghosts followed one after another, but they didn't do anything, they just passed through the students' bodies, bringing a trace of coldness.

It's just that none of the ghosts dared to approach Ange's side, and because of this, Drake beside Ange was spared the fate of being teased by the ghosts.

A ghost with dark, hollow eyes, thin features, and silver bloodstains on the robe stopped not far away, seeming to be staring at Ange.

A newborn, a child who can make ghosts feel fear for no reason, she has a breath of death, even stronger than those Aurors he has ever seen.

Such an aura, if you haven't experienced blood and killing, you can't have it...

Drake looked around, and the freshmen around his age seemed to be quite frightened, which made him heave a sigh of relief, no one seemed to notice his embarrassing appearance.

Ange stood quietly beside Draco.

A few people looked at her curiously. After all, as long as he was a child who grew up in the wizarding world, almost no one would not know the identity of Drake. This girl who seemed to be very close to Drake, but no one knew her identity.

If it was said to be born of Muggles, that was unlikely, after all, the Malfoy family was quite disgusted with Muggle wizards.

During this period, Harry kept looking at Ange. Behind the broken lens, a pair of emerald green eyes were full of confusion and hesitation.

He always felt that she was very similar to a girl he had seen a few years ago.

But... why is that girl here?Still so close to that arrogant peacock?

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Ron, a new friend I met on the train, saw Harry's appearance as a child, and jokingly said, following Harry's gaze, he saw Drake, and beside him Next to Ange.

"That peacock? What do you see him doing?" Ron frowned, with disgust in his eyes.

"Not looking at Draco." Harry shook his head and explained, "Do you know who the girl next to him is?"

"I don't know." Ron said, "Maybe she's a nobleman, but she's pretty good-looking."

Disappointment flashed in Harry's eyes, wasn't she?

He will never forget that it was that girl who gave him the most unforgettable memory back then.

Walking out of the small room, the freshmen let out exclamations of wonder.

Ange looked at the roof in surprise. There were an unknown number of candles floating on it, illuminating the entire hall very brightly.

The ceiling of the lobby is dotted with stars, which looks like a starry sky in the dark night, which is extremely beautiful.

At this time, Ange felt hopeful in his heart. Life in Hogwarts in the future should be very relaxed and happy, right?

Her eyes glanced over a long table in front of the meeting seemingly inadvertently, and she was not surprised to see that Professor Snape, who was her guide back then, was also seated in it.

Professor McGonagall brought over a hat one by one. The hat was old and worn out, and it looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time.

Recalling the original Harry Potter books that he had read, Anger understood that this is the legendary Sorting Hat!

Suddenly, there was a hole in the top of the hat, and then the hat sang: You may think I am not beautiful,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the top hat for the Hogwarts test,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and boldness,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Perhaps into wise Ravenclaw,

Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Maybe you make a true friend here,

But those cunning and insidious people will do everything possible to

to achieve their goals.

Come put on me!Don't be afraid!

Never panic!

In my hand (although I don't even have a hand)

you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

Brave Gryffindor, cunning Slytherin, wise Ravenclaw, honest Hufflepuff...

In memory, Harry Potter’s original works highly admire Gryffindor, and Snake House is a representative of cunning and insidious, but what she wants to go most is Slytherin, because that’s where her father used to stay .

"I heard from my father." Draco beside him whispered in Angor's ear, "It's the sorting hat. It decides which college we will be assigned to. I think I should be assigned to Sorting Hat." Leitlin, our whole family belongs to that academy."

"I think I will too." Angle chuckled, "That's the house my father stayed in, and Black... is the Slytherin family for generations."

"Ange, sometimes I really can't see that you are a little wizard who grew up in the Muggle world." Drake said quietly.

Ange smiled slightly, and raised his index finger to signal Drake: "The sorting is about to start, please keep your voice down."

Draco nodded, pursed his lips, and seemed a little nervous.

Ange was thoughtful, and it seemed that he was not as sure as he appeared... But hiding all the panic and confusion, as the heir of a family, it is not bad to be able to do this at this age.

"Hana Abbott."

"Hufflepuff."

"Susan Barnes"

"Hufflepuff."

"Terry Boot."

"Ravenclaw."

……

After each student was assigned, there would always be extremely enthusiastic tactics on the side of the academy he belonged to.

Coming soon to Drake.

When his name was called, he turned his head and smiled at Ange, then took a deep breath, raised his chin high, and covered up all his panic and anxiety under his contempt and calmness.

Like a prince, he stepped out gracefully.

"Slytherin!" Picking up the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat yelled before it reached its hair.

There was a thunderous victory on the long table belonging to the Slytherin house, and Draco heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down with his still arrogant attitude.

"Angles Black." When Angles' name was called, there was a moment of silence in the audience.

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