The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Harry Potter doubted the authenticity of this until he sat at the end of the Slytherin table.

He was afraid that everything that happened was a dream, and that he woke up as the poor boy huddled in the Dursleys' storage room.

Harry couldn't help looking at Marcus, hoping to get some words of encouragement and comfort, but seeing Marcus' listless appearance gave up the idea.

Harry peeked at Moriarty at the head of the long table, he was still so elegant and cool, and he was arguing fiercely with the people around him.

"Malfoy was actually sorted into Gryffindor! Merlin is on, the Sorting Hat really drank too much today - Moriarty, I seriously doubt that you fed the Sorting Hat a big glass of butterbeer."

Harry heard the blond girl next to Moriarty say that.

Moriarty frowned rarely, his eyes fixed on Draco Malfoy, and he looked at Dumbledore again.

His eyes seemed to ask, "Draco was assigned to Gryffindor by you?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at Moriarty, indicating that he did nothing.

Moriarty trusted Dumbledore, and the old head Deng had no reason to engage in small tricks.

Then Draco being assigned to the Lions House shows that he really has some kind of courage.

This result is also difficult for Draco to accept, right?

Moriarty noticed that Draco was at the end of the Gryffindor table, a considerable distance away from the freshman beside him.

He sat in despair, and even his always straight back became hunched.

Maybe he didn't expect to be assigned to Gryffindor.

Moriarty shook his head, fearing that Narcissa would make trouble.

Jericho said in a low voice, "Sir, they are all talking about the fact that the descendants of the Malfoy family went to Gryffindor."

This point does not need to be said by Jericho, almost all the old students have discussed this matter.

They were followed by Neville and Harry - both of whom were Gryffindor parents, and they were both Slytherins.

Plus Ron Weasley, who was sent to the school infirmary before he could attend the branch.

The old students all sighed: This class of freshmen is really restless.

Harry also discovered these situations, and he couldn't help asking Neville next to him why.

Neville replied with a wry smile: "This may be the only way for a good wizard to grow up."

Harry didn't understand, but he remembered one thing: "I saw you and Senior Marcus on the train very well. Did you know each other before?"

"Well," Neville nodded, "I'm Mr. Moriarty's disciple, right? Senior Marcus is Mr.'s sidekick—everyone knows that."

"That's it..."

Harry originally thought that he was the first freshman who knew Moriarty and Marcus, but now that he found that his classmates seemed to have a closer relationship with them, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Did you know—the boy everyone's talking about?"

Harry wanted to point out Draco, but felt it was rude, so he asked Neville in a different way, hoping that Neville would understand what he meant.

Fortunately for Harry, Neville said succinctly, "Oh, you said Draco?? Malfoy, yes, I know him, of course I know him. In fact, many students here know him."

"Why? Is he famous?"

"Well... it depends on who you are comparing with, you are also very famous, Potter." Neville looked at Harry and said seriously.

"Me?" Harry asked, pointing to his nose, and he was amused: "I grew up at my aunt's house, and a week ago Mr. Moriarty and Senior Marcus told me I was a wizard, and then I received the Gwarz's letter to come here, am I famous?"

Neville couldn't explain anything, he could only say: "Yes Potter, you are famous - at least compared to Draco?? Malfoy."

Harry was about to say something, but heard a shrill voice beside him.

"Longbottom, are you talking to Pott about Draco?"

Harry turned his head and saw a little girl with black hair and mushroom head staring at him in dissatisfaction in front of him.

Due to the heavy bite in his tone, Potter broke his voice and became "Broken".

There was also a blonde girl and a short-haired boy beside her with the same eyes.

Harry remembered that one of them was named Pansy, the other was Daphne, and the short-haired boy seemed to be named Nott—as soon as the Sorting Hat touched his scalp, he was sorted into Slytherin.

Harry looked at Neville at a loss, he obviously didn't know these people.

Neville didn't say anything, but pouted towards the Sorting Hat, "The last freshman."

"Brace Shabini."

"Slytherin!"

When the three Pansy saw that it was Shabini, they all showed disdain in their eyes, and some little snakes smiled knowingly at each other.

"This guy is here, but Draco went to Gryffindor instead! Did that hat faint?"

Pansy said angrily, she was worried that Draco went to Gryffindor.

Not only was he angry at Harry, but he also hoped that Shabini and Draco would exchange.

Shabini walked over quickly, sat beside Harry, lowered his head and said nothing.

Since it was reported that Mrs. Shabini seduced Moriarty, Shabini has been unable to lift her head in the pure-blooded circle.

Children of pure blood families are told by their mothers not to get too close to Shabini.

All this was seen by Moriarty and Lilith at the top of the long table.

Lilith said, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, "Oh, Mrs. Slytherin's son was not assigned to Slytherin, but Mrs. Shabini's son was assigned to come home. How can someone explain it? Tsk tsk..."

Moriarty touched his chin and said lightly, "Even if my son Moriarty gave birth to, I would be willing to be assigned to which college."

"Really or not?" Lilith was a little surprised: "I and you have - err, the son you gave birth to is Slytherin!"

Lilith's heart skipped a beat, and when she was excited, she said what was in her heart.

"Of course it's true." Moriarty pretended not to hear, and said solemnly: "Whether it's Slytherin or Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, it's all Hogwarts. students - I've said this many times, and I've always treated them equally."

These words made the old students of the four academies nod one after another, and some freshmen who were not assigned to the academy seemed to be reassured.

Hannah said happily to Tonks, "I knew Mr. Moriarty wouldn't hate me because I didn't go to Slytherin!"

However, Tonks threw himself into the food, "What is Professor Dumbledore dawdling about! Hurry up and announce the meal, I have taught house-elves a lot of delicious food."

The little eagles are also discussing why this year's food has been delayed.

They observed very carefully and found that one seat on the professor's chair was empty.

"Is Professor Dumbledore waiting for someone?" Penello said, "Don't forget that after Professor Lockhart takes office, our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will be vacant."

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu blinked, "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore is waiting for the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Hermione said bluntly, "Is there anything special about this professor? Why is everyone waiting for him?"

"Student Granger, you must know that Defence Against the Dark Arts class is cursed! The professors in this class can't teach for a year." Penello explained with a smile, but Hermione felt a shudder.

"Curse!" Hermione covered her mouth.

The legend quickly spread around, and other freshmen also became nervous. Ron's deeds made everyone fear the curse.

Harry dared to ask, "Senior Marcus? Do you know that curse?"

"Uh?" Marcus didn't lift his head, and said in a loud voice, "Don't call me before the food comes."

The senior little snake smiled indifferently, Harry blushed, and Pansy laughed mockingly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Soldaya looked over and said playfully, "Pansy, are you disappointed that Draco didn't come?"

The three of Pansy nodded, and Soldaya looked at Harry carefully again, not knowing what he was thinking about the scar on Harry's forehead.

In the end, Harry heard the curse about the Defence Against the Dark Arts class from Ravenclaw.

The freshmen were obviously a little more in awe.

"Hey Pepe?" Zhang Qiu suddenly whispered to Penello: "Have you noticed that Professor Snape has been staring at the two freshmen at the end of the Slytherin table? And his face... eh~ Smells worse than the smelliest black-eyed ant eggs I've ever smelled."

Penello looked at the professor seat covertly, observed it for a while, and found that, as Zhang Qiu said, Professor Snape's eyes were always on Slytherin's side, to be precise, the freshman Harry Potter.

Sometimes Penello seemed to see a touch of green in St. John's eyes.

"It's so strange." Penello said in confusion.

"Squeak-"

The castle gate was suddenly pushed open.

A person walked quickly into the auditorium hall.

When he appeared in front of people, he enthusiastically raised his right hand and waved it.

"Hello~ everyone, long time no see! I'm back!"

Immediately after, the little snakes burst into welcome applause.

Dumbledore also got to his feet.

(There is one more in the evening)

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