Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 184: Branch

The carriage passed through the gates with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the spacious lane. Due to the strong wind, the carriage shook violently, and many lighted windows gleamed vaguely behind the thick rain curtain. Light. The carriage the students rode stopped under the stone steps in front of two oak gates.

"What a **** weather." Ron jumped from the wagon at this time and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.

Hermione said: "I'm really worried about how the first-year students ferry."

By this time, Malfoy had already penetrated into the cave-like deep hall, with torches lit in the hall, and the marble staircase looked extraordinary.

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and hit Malfoy's head. It's just that the author of this prank was not surprised by it now, but was caught in some panic.

"Mr. Malfoy! Be careful!" This was the panic cry of Peppies, and only twenty feet above their heads, there was the Peppies who specializes in pranks floating. He was short, wore a hat with bells, and an orange bow tie. The muscles on his big, naughty face were tight and he looked quite nervous. This mischievous mischief is more than ordinary people think. Sly, he knows who can and can't be messed with at Hogwarts.

It’s just that his warning didn’t work at all, because Malfoy’s alertness was quite sharp. This hostile behavior was easy to distinguish. He just took out his wand and chanted a spell quickly, and the balloon was It bounced to the wall not far away, and it exploded fiercely. The water stains covered the wall. The surrounding crowd was not injured much. It was just a lot of frights and began to agitate, and soon the second water The bomb was heard again. Obviously Pippi set up a mechanism to let his pranks be released automatically. The advantage is that when he is ready, he does not need to act personally, and he can also observe and enjoy. The distress caused by his own pranks is the source of his pleasure.

The disadvantages are also obvious. He can't control his own tricks now. One after another water bombs are pouring down from the ceiling. It is hard to imagine what happens when these things are placed in the crowd.

The anticipated major flood did not happen. When the water polo **** were about to land, they seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible soft barrier. Then these balloons seemed to be stretched with strength. The bow's rebounding force was unusually strong, and it launched vertically upwards in violation of the principles of physics.

"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" At this time, Pepy Ghost is no longer as relaxed as it was just now. The water bombs he made are now tracking him frantically.

He is not a pure ghost, but a certain entity.

The surrounding students began to laugh, excited about gaining the upper hand in the duel with Pepy Ghost.

"This is just a little lesson." Malfoy said, staring at the rushing figure of Pippi.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me solve this little trouble." At this time, Professor McGonagall squeezed from the crowd. The splashing water just fell on the ground and became slippery. She accidentally fell.

"It's just a matter of raising your hand, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded in motion.

Professor McGonagall raised his head and said loudly, "I warn you, Pippi--"

"I've been punished!" Peppi Gui was so exhausted at this time, he didn't forget to shout back.

"Okay, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing his amiable look just now.

Malfoy followed the crowd through the hall at this time, through the two opposite doors on the right.

The auditorium is still so splendid, and it is specially decorated for Xin Xuesi's banquet. Hundreds of candles hung in the air above the table, shining golden plates and goblets shining brightly. There were some students sitting beside four long college tables. It is still early, and people are still in the same place in the auditorium. There is a fifth table at the top, and the faculty members are sitting on one side of the table, facing their students. It's much warmer here.

There are a few empty seats at the faculty’s desk, and in the center is the principal, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver-white hair and beard gleamed in the candlelight, and his luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons. The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin was placed on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if lost in thought. The ceiling was enchanted and looked the same as the sky outside.

And Moody was sitting on the edge of the faculty desk, looking out of place.

"Alastor! Come, come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand kindly, let Moody sit next to him, and at the same time waved the other hand gently, and he changed out of thin air. Got a chair.

"You know, I don't like such a lively place." Moody gave a light cough. Even so, he dragged his wooden artificial leg over and pulled the chair. Sat down.

"You will have to face many students later." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh? Who would dare to make a noise in my class, I'm not soft." Moody's eyes narrowed.

"Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students. We generally use confinement or a more gentle method~IndoMTL.com~ Dumbledore said in a pleasant tone.

"Oh? Then it seems that my habit has to be changed. Last time I came here, my position is different. This time I am a teacher, right? There is a word called "being a teacher"?" Moody picked a pick. His faint eyebrows, the magic eye began to spin again.

"Of course, if you can adapt as quickly as possible, that would be great."

"I will." Moody nodded, then looked up at the sides of the auditorium. It was burning constantly, with bright lights, showing a somewhat tranced look. Maybe he was remembering something.

The self as a student, or the not-short career in Azkaban prison?

After a while, later students came in one after another from the outside world. Some were still wearing raincoats, stomping their feet on the floor, shaking the raindrops on their bodies, and splashing on them. on the floor.

After all the students have arrived, the sorting ceremony will begin. At this time, Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put a tattered stool on the stool. Dirty, patched wizard hat. The first-year freshmen stared at it blankly. Others also looked at it. For a while, there was silence in the auditorium. Then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.

Unexpectedly by the senior students, the lyrics sung by the Sorting Hat were changed this time, and the singing stopped, and a burst of fierce applause broke out in the auditorium.

Students with immature faces walked tremblingly in front of the Sorting Hat. In a sense, the decision on this hat will determine the direction of their lives.

Or their original character is determined. The sorting hat is only for these students to perceive their own inner desires.

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