Chapter 252 Reactions from all parties

Carl wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He had never understood this sentence so deeply as he did at this moment.

In his past life, he had never achieved the goal of making everyone in the entire space focus all their attention on him.

Even in that speech at the Berlin air defense tower, he received countless applause and loyalty.

But he could still feel that there were still people in that building whose eyes were not focused on him.

But at this moment, when the damn drunk Pumpkin Head next to him said such words that could be easily misunderstood as if it was a conditioned reflex.

He fell into deep sleep again. Unable to explain, he could only hold his forehead with his hand and remain silent.

Allowing myself to be constantly scrutinized by countless eyes and with all kinds of emotions, it felt like being stripped naked and paraded through the square.

Feeling extremely ashamed, he glanced at the people on the podium out of the corner of his eye.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the chief seat, looked indifferent, ever since he had talked with him at Dumbledore's old house that day.

This old guy seems to be a little mentally ill. He seems to have no interest in anything and has a sour face every day.

His hair, which was once as colorful as a rainbow, was dyed a strange fiery red, as if he wanted to use the color of his hair to express his anger.

The other male professors, apart from showing some curiosity, did not show anything unusual.

However, Professor McGonagall, the dean of her own college, Professor Sprout, and several other older female professors had somewhat strange expressions.

It seems like a very complicated emotion, like the feeling of a third party suddenly intruding into the relationship with my childhood sweetheart who I have grown up with.

The look in his eyes was one of reproach as to "You don't know what's good for you, kid."

As for our dearest Professor Snape, his face was so dark that no change in expression could be seen.

After passing all the professors, Carl unsurprisingly discovered the culprit, Grindelwald disguised as Gilderoy Lockhart.

That smile that came from the heart was like thinking over the happiest things in life.

"Well, you old thing, I helped you complete the plan, but you actually cheated me. It seems that we need to have a good talk."

Carl complained indignantly in his heart, and at the same time, the emotions contained in the many eyes he looked at became more and more intense.

In order to avoid a more embarrassing situation, he could only bite the bullet and raise his head, looking at everyone with a smile on his face.

"I think we should have more important things to do. We shouldn't let a drunkard's nonsense affect the entire banquet."

After this was said, everyone turned their gazes away, and at the same time they probably felt that it was a little immoral to gossip about other people's private lives so blatantly.

After he withdrew his gaze, the auditorium, which had been unusually silent just now, suddenly became noisy.

Everyone was talking to each other without saying anything, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

In this noisy and awkward environment, there was only one person who remained calm and silent, Kevin Lestrange standing under the podium.

He was looking at the embarrassed blond boy in the distance with an incredulous look.

He didn't need anyone to introduce him, just a glance and all words turned into silence at this moment.

Those blue eyes are clear and bright, as dazzling as gems, which makes people fall in love with them.

Even though there is embarrassment and a hint of shyness in those eyes at this moment, it does not affect the beauty at all.

Just like a beautiful painting accidentally stained with a drop of paint, sometimes it may ruin the entire work.

But the most talented artists can often transform this unintentional action into the most perfect part of the entire painting.

The face he saw now was just like this. Any emotions such as embarrassment, shyness, helplessness, etc. were just perfect embellishments.

"Kevin Lestrange!"

"Kevin Lestrange!!"

"Kevin Lestrange!!!"

"Professor, I am here."

Just as he was fascinated by the scene, Professor McGonagall, who was standing above him, called out his name three times.

It was not until the last time that the other party yelled impatiently that he was awakened from his obsession.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Kevin Lestrange seemed to understand the embarrassment in Mr. Hohenzollern's eyes.

So he lowered his head and quickly walked to the chair and sat down. Professor McGonagall at the side looked at him with a strange look that she had never given to the little wizard before.

He first sighed softly, then shook his head helplessly.

This feeling was very strange, and gave Kevin Lestrange, who was sitting on the chair, a strange illusion.

It was as if this lady with outstanding temperament had just watched some strange love drama.

Then, just as he was daydreaming, Professor Mike was about to put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hufflepuff!!"

With a loud click of the Sorting Hat, this year's Sorting Ceremony came to an end.

Under the strange gazes of the Hufflepuff students, the only young wizard who was not welcomed with applause took a seat at the Hufflepuff table.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall held the Sorting Hat in one hand, with an expression of helplessness and surprise on her face.

Because she was very sure that she had not even had time to put the Sorting Hat on the child's head.

She had just picked up the hat when the tattered hat announced the result impatiently.

"I hope Hogwarts doesn't close down!"

Professor McGonagall prayed silently in her heart, then left with the Sorting Hat. After she left.

Dumbledore, whose hair was dyed like phoenix feathers, knocked on the golden cup in front of him with a pure silver spoon.

The auditorium, which had been somewhat awkward but also very noisy, gradually quieted down after three crisp metal collision sounds.

"I am happiest at this time of year because Hogwarts welcomes many lovely children again."

"May you spend a wonderful seven years here. In the past, I would emphasize the harm and temptation of black magic to people."

"What I have to say now is that there are things that are far more terrifying than black magic, including emotions that arise from nowhere."

"As well as the endless pursuit of material desires, and the pursuit of wealth that does not belong to you."

"I hope you can stay true to your heart, avoid being influenced by the evil tendencies of some people, and spend the next beautiful years with a happy, cheerful and upright attitude."

"Okay, now that we've talked, let's have a feast."

After the principal finished his speech, countless steaming delicacies of various kinds immediately appeared on the empty long table.

Unlike the previous combination of fish and chips, steak and fried chicken, this time there were a variety of delicious dishes on the table.

Exquisite French cuisine, bold German pork knuckle with non-alcoholic beer, Italian noodles and special pizza.

And the most important and diverse Chinese dishes, but no matter how many delicious dishes there were, they could not attract Carl's attention.

He silently picked up a glass of wine and stared through the glass at the handsome "young man" on the podium who was forcing Dumbledore to drink tequila.