Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

Listening to the singing of the Sorting Hat, Qin Weijie felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.

Completely different from the joyful and festive tone of the past, this year's Sorting Hat's singing gave off a depressing feeling, especially in the last few lines, the palpable sadness that made Qin Weijie fall silent.

The students on the long table under the stage were in the same state as Qin Weijie, and they all fell silent, as if a stone was on everyone's heart.

Several first-grade students were already sobbing in the crowd.

"The students whose names I have read, please come on stage! First of all, the children of Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall took out a long roll of parchment: "Brown Cadence"

A boy with slightly curly brown hair stood up, and sat on the swivel chair with a little restraint but pretending to be calm.

The sorting hat was placed on the boy's head, and the next second the sorting hat shouted loudly: "Gryffindor! Come on, little lion!"

Relieved, the boy saluted the Sorting Hat with a smile, and then walked quickly to the Gryffindor long table.

The sorting ceremony afterwards was really boring. Only when the sorting hat was on the head would it talk to the little wizards in the spiritual world. For the onlookers, sorting was just a momentary thing, which was meaningless.

After reading a long list of names, more than 20 minutes have passed. Turning around, there are at least four-fifths of the students behind.

Every time a student finished the sorting, Qin Weijie would always applaud along with other senior students, his palms were red, and he could only bitterly wave his red trotters at Tom to show how miserable he was.

Tom shrugged, and secretly gave Qin Weijie a look at his palm. Qin Weijie saw that it was even more rosy than his own trotters.

"Wow, he's so tall! Are you sure he's a first-year freshman?"

"Hey, why does he have a weird smell..."

"Haha, it smells like horse manure in a stable."

"And what he's wearing is also weird, the robe is obviously too small."

There was a noisy discussion among the crowd, Qin Weijie heard the sound and looked in the direction of being sorted.

"Rubus Hagrid"

As Professor McGonagall said Hagrid's name, Hagrid, who was only eleven years old but nearly two meters tall, walked onto the stage tremblingly. After wiping both sides, the palms of the hands were obviously sweaty.

The Sorting Hat was put on Hagrid's head, and Hagrid calmed down a lot in the next second, and then the Sorting Hat shouted loudly: "Gryffindor!"

Sure enough, as in the novel, Hagrid still entered Gryffindor House. Looking at Hagrid's back, Qin Weijie couldn't help turning his head to look at Tom, and then at the face at the far corner of the Ravenclaw table. Timid girl with glasses with thick lenses.

If history cannot be changed, will Tom open the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets to kill Myrtle two years later? Will Hagrid still be framed? If history can't be changed, Tom won't be able to escape his miserable future...does everything I do make sense?

Qin Weijie was full of thoughts, the auditorium was still noisy, only Qin Weijie was silent, emo alone.

When Qin Weijie was in a daze, Qin Weijie only felt a burning pain from his neck, and a crisp snap and the pain in his neck pulled Qin Weijie back.

"Oh shit! Who's going to hit me!?"

Qin Weijie turned his head suddenly, but there was no one there?

Behind them was the long table of Slytherin. At this time, everyone was as usual, some were talking in low voices, while others were dozing off with world-weary faces.

"Huh? Weijie, what's the matter with you?" Tom frowned slightly and looked at Qin Weijie with concern.

Qin Weijie was puzzled, what the fuck, am I hallucinating? No, if it is a hallucination, what is the situation with the swollen palm print on my neck! ?

"Oh, it's okay! Did someone hit me just now?"

"Hit you? Who would dare to hit you? I didn't see it..." Tom said, leaning forward to look at Qin Weijie's neck.

Qin Weijie didn't care about stretching his neck for Tom to see, but at the moment of stretching his neck, Qin Weijie saw from the corner of his eye that Yi Lianna was blushing and holding back her laughter.

Qin Weijie felt bad, and was about to shrink his neck, but it was a pity that he was a step too late.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, another slap print appeared on Qin Weijie's neck.

"Tom, your uncle!" Qin Weijie screamed

Tom had already returned to his seat at this time, making faces at Qin Weijie with a smirk.

Seeing Tom being so mischievous and optimistic, Qin Weijie felt that he was worrying too much just now. The future Dark Lord smiled like an idiot. If this kind of guy can become the Dark Lord, **** it, I am the Great Demon God!

Qin Weijie and Tom's farce just now was not small, especially Qin Weijie's two sentences of "Which is hitting me" and "Tom, your uncle" sounded so loud that even the principal on the stage was alarmed.

Principal Dippet was also very helpless, "You guys can't even sit still, can you be quieter!" You made such a big noise, am I punishing you? Or turn a blind eye? Hey... With those two voices down, can I still turn a blind eye? '

"Ravenclaw and Slytherin each deduct 10 points. Mr. Riddle and Mr. Qin will clean the honor room for a week from tomorrow, and the sorting ceremony will continue."

Listening to the headmaster's words, the Ravenclaw students looked at Qin Weijie one by one with teary eyes. You started deducting points before school started. Can you hurry up and go to other colleges, you plague god!

Qin Weijie felt aggrieved when he saw the knife-like eyes of his classmates looking at him.

"The same points are deducted, so the treatment is very different for Mao?" Qin Weijie muttered

On the other hand, Tom behind him was deducted 10 points by the headmaster. Instead of blaming him, the Slytherin students were flattering and flattering.

"The president is mighty, and he doesn't care about the sorting ceremony. This is free and easy..." Tom's horse boy

"That's right, it's just 10 points. I'll add it back tomorrow. With Tom in Slytherin, I can add about 100 points every week on average!" said an ordinary Slytherin student.

"Oh, I'm in love... Riddle is so handsome, unrestrained, so handsome..." A **** Slytherin student, but damn, is it really okay for a boy to be so infatuated with Tom?

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Yi Lianna patted Qin Weijie on the shoulder: "Forget it, appearance is justice, Tom has an advantage over you in this respect... Moreover, under normal circumstances, most people are more tolerant of good students than thorns. dozens of times.

In contrast, Tom is recognized by the school as a good student, and you are the biggest thorn in Hogwarts. Some time ago, I heard that the prefect of Gryffindor said that he wanted to invite you to transfer to Gryffindor. . "

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