Chapter 18 Snape's soul is touched

"Before we were students of the college, we were students of Hogwarts."

"From platform 9 3/4 to here, from day to night, we have made many friends."

"Some of them yearn for the heroic Gryffindor; some look forward to studying in the wise Ravenclaw; some are eager to be accepted by the inclusive Hufflepuff; some want to stand out in Slytherin."

"Before we expressed our expectations for the college, we talked and laughed."

"But after everything became clear, we fought!" Basil said here, showing great pain.

Hermione clasped her hands in front of her chest, very entangled.

She wanted to stop this rebellious behavior in her eyes, but also wanted to support Basil.

Ron, Harry, and Neville looked at the person who was beaten, Draco Malfoy, with strange eyes.

Not far away, Draco, who was still a little depressed because of falling into the water, blushed with anger.

Professor McGonagall, who did not know the truth, no longer looked cold and fierce, but more gentle.

From mistaking students for trouble, to good students speaking their minds.

Badger also noticed this.

"So, can we not have house divisions?"

Many students who thought that the house divisions were about fighting with trolls, taking exams, and escaping the attacks of dragons nodded.

"Or, put together the students who don't want to be separated from their friends and make them the fifth house."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "My child, your idea is very good."

"But the house division system is an intangible asset left by the four great founders of the school."

"Different houses do not affect your relationship with your friends."

On the other side, Dumbledore saw that Professor McGonagall had not returned for a long time, and Snape, who was sent over, just walked to the door.

The moment he approached, he heard an almost angry rebuttal.

He immediately recognized who it was.

The boy who dared to defraud him, with the name of Hufflepuff, the courage of Gryffindor, and the foundation of Slytherin - Badger Granger.

However, there was an inexplicable persuasiveness in the boy's voice now.

"No impact?"

"No, it has a great impact!"

"We are not blind or deaf."

"Ravenclaw thinks other colleges are stupid."

"Gryffindor thinks they are the most courageous."

"Slytherin claims to be the most noble."

"Hufflepuffs stick together, so much so that their common room has never been visited by students from other colleges for more than a thousand years."

Snape sneered when he heard this and decided to stop the farce.

However, the next words stopped him.

"Professor, if I go to Slytherin and Hermione is in Gryffindor."

"Can you say that the classmates in the college will not think we are traitors and will not isolate us?"

"We can study with peace of mind."

"Can we really still be friends?"

A female voice sounded again, with a crying tone, "Can we really be friends?"

These two questions pierced Snape's heart, which had not seen the sun for a long time, like a sharp blade.

"Lily." He staggered and put his right hand on the wall.

In a trance, the two voices became the voices of him and Lily when they were young.

The first meeting at the playground, the little girl on the swing.

Her facial features continued to mature, and her expression changed from familiarity, closeness, to indifference.

That was the entrance to the Gryffindor tower, next to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The girl's expression turned into contempt, "Call me a mudblood? But you call people of my origin mudbloods, Severus. What's different about me?"

In the real world, Snape's eyes, which were wet without him noticing, dried up in an instant.

The eyes that were just fragmented became empty again.

He strode into the room and walked to the side of Professor McGonagall.

He ignored the ghost that appeared in the room at some point, the surprised eyes of Professor McGonagall next to him and the students below.

He even ignored the treasure composed of the eyes of the person he loved most and the face of the person he hated most.

He looked straight at the boy and the girl and said, "Believe me, if you are in different houses, you can no longer be friends."

Then, he turned sideways and said, "Professor McGonagall, we have wasted too much time. Please arrange the sorting directly."

He shook his cloak and strode out of the room as he came.

"Okay, children, please follow me. The sorting will begin." Professor McGonagall looked at Basil again, "Do you have any more questions?"

"No." Basil closed his mouth.

Hermione, with red eyes, whispered to her side, "Do you really want to go to Slytherin?"

"Yes," Basil chose to tell the truth, "Now it's Gryffindor."

In his mind, the border of "Doctor of Spells" in the [Magic Book] suddenly turned golden.

[Echo: [Doctor of Spells]]

[Quality: Gold]

[All spells will open doors for you, and the difficulty of learning will be reduced by 8%]

[Dark magic will not affect your mind, and the same is true for white magic]

[The more spells you learn, the stronger your spells will be]

[Increase by 1% for every 10 spells]

[Capacity 20%]

At the back of the auditorium, there is a long table placed against the wall on the platform at the top of the restaurant.

It is the seats for teachers, facing the students.

In the middle of the long table, Dumbledore, sitting on a large golden chair with a high back, occasionally turned his head to look at Snape, who was also sitting at the edge of the main guest seat.

He had a cold face and ignored Quirrell beside him.

Instead, his eyes were fixed on the first-year students who were facing away from them and facing all the senior students, waiting for the sorting.

Dumbledore was a little confused. The butt that Snape was looking at was not Harry's.

So he looked along with them.

Because of the delay before, after the Sorting Hat finished singing the song, it started sorting the houses directly with this list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Hermione Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

Dumbledore noticed that Snape's eyebrows were slightly raised by 0.5 centimeters.

"Basil Granger!"

Snape closed his eyes.

"Gryffindor!"

Snape's eyes opened, and Dumbledore saw from them, undisguised excitement.

What made Dumbledore even more puzzled was that Professor McGonagall beside him also sighed for a long time, like joy, but also like sadness.

Professor McGonagall noticed Dumbledore's concern and whispered: "Because of the rules, a child gave up the college he dreamed of."

She looked at the boy who walked towards the Gryffindor table with the girl, but was slightly stunned, her eyes full of heartache.

? ? ? ? ? ?

Riddler Dumbledore never thought that he would be riddled today.

Baljiel Granger?

How did he become the center today?

What about Harry?

The cause of the incident, the source of all evil, Baljiel.

I didn't know that someone saw the dullness from his cute and handsome face, mature and childish.

It was as if his brain had crashed.

In fact, the reason why he was like this.

It was not because the development of the matter was beyond his expectations.

But he really didn't expect that they had their backs to the teachers during the sorting.

Being looked at by others, especially by Dumbledore, was something that Bagel could never accept.

What was even more outrageous was that when he looked at the Slytherin table decorated with green and silver, what appeared in front of him was a scene that shattered his worldview.

Where was the nobility and elegance?

How come the little snakes who abided by the "Slytherin 100 Rules of Conduct" all became big pythons!

The pythons, a group of big and strong men, huge sisters,

mixed with some small snakes: handsome, thin boys, beautiful, quiet girls,

nodded to the first-year students who were looking at them.

It is recommended to search for the Slytherin Code of Conduct, the second creation of the jingjiang Harry fan fiction "Born Noble", and you will understand why Bagel was so shocked after reading it.