Chapter 6 Sorting and Fighting
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The next thing is that Dumbledore released a plot mission, and specifically emphasized that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is dangerous.
John just wants to complain about this, isn't it obvious that you let the curious lion go over and have a look.
Then came the Sorting Ceremony, beginning with the unshakeable Hannah Abbott.
The Sorting Hat assigned her to Hufflepuff.
When it was John's turn, Hermione had already been assigned to Gryffindor and was watching him expectantly.
No one wants to be separated from their friends.
"John Wick."
Professor McGonagall called John's name, and John stepped up.
Smooth black hair, exquisite face and perfectly held wizard robe.
Girls at the age of foreigners are no more precocious than Da Tianchao, and they talked about this good-looking boy with blushing faces in whispers.
Coming under the sorting hat, John saw the spider working on the brim of the sorting hat, and he couldn't help but almost avoided it in disgust.
Although this road has an impression of the wizard's slovenly appearance, it is too dirty.
Wouldn't Professor McGonagall feel sick holding it?
The Sorting Hat was placed on the head, and the sound of the Sorting Hat's exasperation came.
"What a disrespectful little wizard, as arrogant as Slytherin!"
John was embarrassed. He didn't expect the Sorting Hat to know his thoughts.
For this reason, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Is this Legilimency?"
"Legiliency? The little wizard still knows this kind of advanced magic, but it's a pity that he doesn't."
As the hat of Gryffindor, the founder of the first generation, the Sorting Hat certainly does not use Legilimency, to be precise, it is a more advanced type.
"It's really hard to choose. You have courage and exploration spirit, hard work and tolerant fraternity, shrewdness and ambition, and dedication to honor... This is very suitable for Slytherin."
The Sorting Hat muttered to itself in a very embarrassing way, and John froze for a moment when he heard it.
Wait, you didn't mention wisdom at all. Are you implying that you are stupid?
Too much.
No, the point is how he got involved with Slytherin.
I am not a pure blood, and the average Slytherin is a pure blood control, which is a natural opposition to myself.
As for ambition, John is also very innocent. He just wants to be the next Dumbledore-level wizard. What's wrong with that?
Are you sure you never said you wanted to be Superman when you were a kid?
At most, I still want to dominate a college. Isn't this the same as becoming the class monitor? It's a fart ambition.
Slander, absolutely slander!
It's a pity that no matter how he brainstormed, the Sorting Hat finally hesitated and shouted out the answer,
"Slytherin!"
"what?"
John was dumbfounded, I am a Muggle-born, you send me to Slytherin.
Who doesn't know that Slytherin is a pure blood control, and he can't even be considered a mixed blood, at most he can say a mudblood.
Let yourself go, doesn't it mean you're going to be bullied?
The Sorting Hat said lightly: "Don't worry, little wizard, your honor will make Slytherin admire you."
"I suspect you are retaliating against me for speaking ill of you." John expressed doubts.
The assignment of the Sorting Hat is absolute, and not even Dumbledore can change that.
He had no choice but to walk towards Slytherin with heavy steps.
From Gryffindor, there were two worried looks.
Both Hermione and Neville were worried about their friends.
"Oh... life is not easy."
So alive, Slytherin only had a place next to Malfoy.
After he walked over and sat down, Malfoy thought he was some pure-blood kid when he saw how good-looking and polite he was.
After all, in Malfoy's cognition, pure blood is so elegant, and he doesn't think of Muggles at all.
As a child of the Malfoy family, he is unwilling to live in an ordinary life, and it would be a good thing for him to have one more help.
So he proudly stretched out his hand to make friends, and said, "Draco Malfoy, holy 28 pure-blooded Malfoy."
He raised his head proudly and looked at people through his nostrils.
Like a male peacock eager to court and show off.
John glanced at it, held it politely, and said calmly, "John Wick."
Malfoy admired his sensible behavior, unlike that Harry Potter.
Although the other party is not a pure blood of the sacred 28, but with such a sensible attitude, he decided to treat this classmate well.
So he asked proudly, "Are you pure-blooded or mixed-blooded?"
John glanced at his proud appearance, and said lightly, "Neither of them."
Malfoy's expression froze, didn't he?
Isn't that all muggles?
"You're a Mudblood."
A word came to mind, and Malfoy said it automatically.
next second.
His jaw was hit, and then he saw a change in the scene in front of him.
Crabbe's scream and Goyle's scream reached his ears.
Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion in the whole courtyard, and then Professor McGonagall's reprimand.
Malfoy spent the night in the school hospital on his first day of school.
...
First Thursday of school.
"Oh, life is always full of variables like this."
"Ah, life, life is short and short."
In the trophy showroom, John, holding a rag as elegant as a waiter holding a white handkerchief, was wiping the medal with James Potter.
The supervising Filch turned his head away somewhat unbearably.
He beat the school manager's son on the first day of school, and it was an extrajudicial favor for John to continue wiping medals here.
Not to mention that he also inserted the fork into the back of Goyle's hand, and pressed the little wizard's head to make intimate contact with the table.
Although it was because Malfoy insulted him first, this strike was too harsh.
Most of Slytherin's points were deducted at the beginning of school, and Snape's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
If Dumbledore hadn't interceded, John would have dropped out of school.
As punishment, John had to polish the trophies in the trophy room for two months.
It is also because of this that John's name resounded throughout Hogwarts when he first started school.
He is the most outstanding student this year.
Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, was licking the fur on her paws, a large Maine Coon that was ridiculously thin.
John also finished his day's work and waved to Norris.
"Bye bye, Mrs. Norris, I'll bring you some cat food tomorrow, and see if I can make you thinner."
After the greeting, John left the trophy room before Filch could get angry.
Back in the Slytherin lounge, John silenced the little wizard's conversation as soon as he entered.
Little wizards were frightened by his ferocious performance at the beginning of school, and some even spread his title of 'boogeyman'.
Because of his hair and his fierce skills that day, he was called this nickname.
The meaning is similar to that of evil spirits, which shows their fear of John.
John didn't take this seriously, and the fight also had his own intentions.
As a wizard from a Muggle family, if you don't want to become a bully of Slytherin, you'd better play your own prestige.
Obviously, he did.
The only price was that he had no friends in Slytherin, but it wasn't without its benefits.
He started a series of tasks called 'Night Demon', as long as the night travel time reaches [-] hours, it can be completed and a 'Night Demon' blessing can be rewarded.
...
Back to his room.
Fearing that John would have another confrontation with someone else, he was given a single room.
It's satisfying for him, so he can have the dog and exercise at his fingertips, too.
Three-month-old Tom jumped up and down in the room when he was restless, and sometimes provoked Basil the snowy owl.
It's just that doing so is usually in exchange for Basil's wing, and then honestly it doesn't take long for him to continue to be beaten.
The first thing he does when he gets back is to start exercising.
This is his daily homework, and it is also a way to accumulate magic power.
[Strengthen the body: Improve the adaptability to magic power through exercise, and absorb magic power during the exercise. 】
"What about the magic apprentice you agreed to, why do you feel like I'm about to become a berserker."
After the exercise, John touched his obviously enlarged muscles. Is it really good for a freshman to have eight-pack abs?
Whose magic power is accumulated by exercising the body, but I have been doing this for many years, and I have formed a habit.
End your day with a shower.
John just wants to complain about this, isn't it obvious that you let the curious lion go over and have a look.
Then came the Sorting Ceremony, beginning with the unshakeable Hannah Abbott.
The Sorting Hat assigned her to Hufflepuff.
When it was John's turn, Hermione had already been assigned to Gryffindor and was watching him expectantly.
No one wants to be separated from their friends.
"John Wick."
Professor McGonagall called John's name, and John stepped up.
Smooth black hair, exquisite face and perfectly held wizard robe.
Girls at the age of foreigners are no more precocious than Da Tianchao, and they talked about this good-looking boy with blushing faces in whispers.
Coming under the sorting hat, John saw the spider working on the brim of the sorting hat, and he couldn't help but almost avoided it in disgust.
Although this road has an impression of the wizard's slovenly appearance, it is too dirty.
Wouldn't Professor McGonagall feel sick holding it?
The Sorting Hat was placed on the head, and the sound of the Sorting Hat's exasperation came.
"What a disrespectful little wizard, as arrogant as Slytherin!"
John was embarrassed. He didn't expect the Sorting Hat to know his thoughts.
For this reason, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Is this Legilimency?"
"Legiliency? The little wizard still knows this kind of advanced magic, but it's a pity that he doesn't."
As the hat of Gryffindor, the founder of the first generation, the Sorting Hat certainly does not use Legilimency, to be precise, it is a more advanced type.
"It's really hard to choose. You have courage and exploration spirit, hard work and tolerant fraternity, shrewdness and ambition, and dedication to honor... This is very suitable for Slytherin."
The Sorting Hat muttered to itself in a very embarrassing way, and John froze for a moment when he heard it.
Wait, you didn't mention wisdom at all. Are you implying that you are stupid?
Too much.
No, the point is how he got involved with Slytherin.
I am not a pure blood, and the average Slytherin is a pure blood control, which is a natural opposition to myself.
As for ambition, John is also very innocent. He just wants to be the next Dumbledore-level wizard. What's wrong with that?
Are you sure you never said you wanted to be Superman when you were a kid?
At most, I still want to dominate a college. Isn't this the same as becoming the class monitor? It's a fart ambition.
Slander, absolutely slander!
It's a pity that no matter how he brainstormed, the Sorting Hat finally hesitated and shouted out the answer,
"Slytherin!"
"what?"
John was dumbfounded, I am a Muggle-born, you send me to Slytherin.
Who doesn't know that Slytherin is a pure blood control, and he can't even be considered a mixed blood, at most he can say a mudblood.
Let yourself go, doesn't it mean you're going to be bullied?
The Sorting Hat said lightly: "Don't worry, little wizard, your honor will make Slytherin admire you."
"I suspect you are retaliating against me for speaking ill of you." John expressed doubts.
The assignment of the Sorting Hat is absolute, and not even Dumbledore can change that.
He had no choice but to walk towards Slytherin with heavy steps.
From Gryffindor, there were two worried looks.
Both Hermione and Neville were worried about their friends.
"Oh... life is not easy."
So alive, Slytherin only had a place next to Malfoy.
After he walked over and sat down, Malfoy thought he was some pure-blood kid when he saw how good-looking and polite he was.
After all, in Malfoy's cognition, pure blood is so elegant, and he doesn't think of Muggles at all.
As a child of the Malfoy family, he is unwilling to live in an ordinary life, and it would be a good thing for him to have one more help.
So he proudly stretched out his hand to make friends, and said, "Draco Malfoy, holy 28 pure-blooded Malfoy."
He raised his head proudly and looked at people through his nostrils.
Like a male peacock eager to court and show off.
John glanced at it, held it politely, and said calmly, "John Wick."
Malfoy admired his sensible behavior, unlike that Harry Potter.
Although the other party is not a pure blood of the sacred 28, but with such a sensible attitude, he decided to treat this classmate well.
So he asked proudly, "Are you pure-blooded or mixed-blooded?"
John glanced at his proud appearance, and said lightly, "Neither of them."
Malfoy's expression froze, didn't he?
Isn't that all muggles?
"You're a Mudblood."
A word came to mind, and Malfoy said it automatically.
next second.
His jaw was hit, and then he saw a change in the scene in front of him.
Crabbe's scream and Goyle's scream reached his ears.
Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion in the whole courtyard, and then Professor McGonagall's reprimand.
Malfoy spent the night in the school hospital on his first day of school.
...
First Thursday of school.
"Oh, life is always full of variables like this."
"Ah, life, life is short and short."
In the trophy showroom, John, holding a rag as elegant as a waiter holding a white handkerchief, was wiping the medal with James Potter.
The supervising Filch turned his head away somewhat unbearably.
He beat the school manager's son on the first day of school, and it was an extrajudicial favor for John to continue wiping medals here.
Not to mention that he also inserted the fork into the back of Goyle's hand, and pressed the little wizard's head to make intimate contact with the table.
Although it was because Malfoy insulted him first, this strike was too harsh.
Most of Slytherin's points were deducted at the beginning of school, and Snape's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
If Dumbledore hadn't interceded, John would have dropped out of school.
As punishment, John had to polish the trophies in the trophy room for two months.
It is also because of this that John's name resounded throughout Hogwarts when he first started school.
He is the most outstanding student this year.
Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, was licking the fur on her paws, a large Maine Coon that was ridiculously thin.
John also finished his day's work and waved to Norris.
"Bye bye, Mrs. Norris, I'll bring you some cat food tomorrow, and see if I can make you thinner."
After the greeting, John left the trophy room before Filch could get angry.
Back in the Slytherin lounge, John silenced the little wizard's conversation as soon as he entered.
Little wizards were frightened by his ferocious performance at the beginning of school, and some even spread his title of 'boogeyman'.
Because of his hair and his fierce skills that day, he was called this nickname.
The meaning is similar to that of evil spirits, which shows their fear of John.
John didn't take this seriously, and the fight also had his own intentions.
As a wizard from a Muggle family, if you don't want to become a bully of Slytherin, you'd better play your own prestige.
Obviously, he did.
The only price was that he had no friends in Slytherin, but it wasn't without its benefits.
He started a series of tasks called 'Night Demon', as long as the night travel time reaches [-] hours, it can be completed and a 'Night Demon' blessing can be rewarded.
...
Back to his room.
Fearing that John would have another confrontation with someone else, he was given a single room.
It's satisfying for him, so he can have the dog and exercise at his fingertips, too.
Three-month-old Tom jumped up and down in the room when he was restless, and sometimes provoked Basil the snowy owl.
It's just that doing so is usually in exchange for Basil's wing, and then honestly it doesn't take long for him to continue to be beaten.
The first thing he does when he gets back is to start exercising.
This is his daily homework, and it is also a way to accumulate magic power.
[Strengthen the body: Improve the adaptability to magic power through exercise, and absorb magic power during the exercise. 】
"What about the magic apprentice you agreed to, why do you feel like I'm about to become a berserker."
After the exercise, John touched his obviously enlarged muscles. Is it really good for a freshman to have eight-pack abs?
Whose magic power is accumulated by exercising the body, but I have been doing this for many years, and I have formed a habit.
End your day with a shower.
