DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Welcome to Hogwarts, and in a little while you'll be walking through this door and reuniting with the rest of your senior class.

"But before you go to the dining hall, you need to be sorted. There are four houses in total, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff."

"The college is your home while you're in school. You'll take classes with classmates from the same college, um~, sometimes with other colleges; live in the college's dormitory together; and write together in the common room. Homework and review are spent in spare time.”

"You will earn points for your excellent performance, and you will lose points for any violation of the school rules. At the end of the year, the college with the highest score wins the college cup, which is the most a college can get in a year. honor."

"And the sorting ceremony will be absolutely correct. Hogwarts has not missed it for thousands of years. So if you don't get the house you thought, don't feel sorry for yourself, that is the most correct home for you at Hogwarts."

"Finally, I hope that no matter which academy you are assigned to, you should study magic well to give credit to the academy, instead of being naughty all day, doing nothing and wasting time."

"After all, being at Hogwarts is probably the most relaxing time of your life."

Professor McGonagall is worthy of being the vice-principal of the school. He speaks in a certain way, and in an instant, the group of young wizards are so shocked that they don't dare to breathe.

As expected of Professor McGonagall, Jiang is still old and spicy!

If Hogwarts is really broken by Voldemort in the future, causing her to lose her job, Carl wants to use this eloquence to go to the position of CEO at least.

"In a little while, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Here, as the dean of Gryffindor, I welcome the students who join in advance."

Professor McGonagall turned around and was about to leave, but looking at the worried faces of the little wizards, he couldn't help but mention:

"Just a reminder, you'd better adjust your nerves, Hogwarts doesn't have any sort of way of escaping a troll or defeating a ghoul. So please put your hearts back. Go back to your belly."

"If you have time to worry, it's better to dress up properly, and leave a good impression on many seniors, professors and principals later."

"Well, this gentleman did a good job." Professor McGonagall looked at Carl who was standing in the crowd with satisfaction.

"When it's ready over there, I'll be back to pick you up."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's refutation, the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was no danger.

"Please keep quiet while you wait!"

Professor McGonagall had just taken two steps, when suddenly he turned his head and interjected.

All the little wizards: "..."

The little wizards feel so tired, please finish it all at once, don't be so surprised.

Looking at Professor McGonagall who disappeared at the end of the corridor, the atmosphere that had been suppressed for a long time by the King of Cold Field suddenly returned.

Cold Field King - Minerva McGonagall.

"Wow, it turns out that my parents lied to me, so I don't need to be hunted by werewolves at all."

"What are you, my sister said she had to dance with the merman in Hogwarts lake!"

"All sit down. Compared to the story my two brothers made up, everyone here is younger." At this time, Ron couldn't stand, and suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

But yes, compared to the twins' ability to make up stories and play pranks, their parents are indeed younger brothers.

The ancient Chinese Zhao Zilong has a saying: There are eight fights of luck in the world of spearmen, Zilong owns one stone, and the rest owe two fights!

Hmm~, also mentioned that in the game Karl always felt that Zhao Yun had a higher luck value than other professions, especially the Demons...

Likewise, in this day and age, the brothers can also call out Hogwarts violations of the school rules. Compared with pranks and stories, everyone here is a hot chicken.

After a while of bragging, the little wizard remembered what would happen if he didn't use this method?

"Since it's not the way the parents brag about, what method will the professors use for sorting?" Seamus Finnigan, who was on the boat with Carl and the others, asked curiously.

Carl spread his hands helplessly, and said he didn't know anything. As the finale show, how could he just say it so easily, wouldn't it be fun to let them panic for a while?

"The rumors on the train are indeed true. Harry Potter, the boy who survived eleven years ago, has indeed come to Hogwarts."

At this moment, our drago, Draco Malfoy, leaned against the armrest and said frivolously and arrogantly.

Carl couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene. The little brother is still too young. Did you make friends like this? If we put it in Nagada, the northeast where you have to do it at a glance, maybe the 40-meter-long watermelon knife will be on your neck.

"This is Goyle and Crabbe, and I'm Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy!"

Brother Drag took two steps up the steps while introducing his followers and himself. At this time, he was a whole head taller than Harry, and he held out a hand to Harry condescendingly.

Not to mention Harry, the bystander, even Karl wanted to hit someone when he saw it. You are really dragging!

"Pfft~."

Ron couldn't help laughing when he heard Malfoy's words.

Brother Drag's face changed, and turning his face was faster than turning a book.

"Yo, who am I? Red hair and old robes, must be another Weasley family, pure blood scum, hanging out with Muggles."

Ron's face turned blue and white at this remark.

After taunting Ron, Malfoy turned his head to Harry again and said, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are more noble, and I don't think you want to be friends with this crap. Yes. I can be your friend."

"Oh, you'll be a ghost when you make friends like this." He couldn't help laughing while thinking about it.

"Pfft~."

"What are you laughing at? You smelly Mudblood! How dare you laugh at me!"

Carl: "Meow meow?"

What's the matter with the old man when you quarreled?

He knew the plot well, but he didn't know anything like Hermione was scolded. On the contrary he fully understood the meaning of the mudblood.

"Hey, my temper, I don't come to provoke you, but you come to provoke me? Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no door, you break in. I can't beat Hagrid, Quirrell, or even that wretched guy. Wormtail, but it's not like you're a jerk. Mudblood? Very good! You're a first-year brat, I'm not just like rubbing mud, I can do whatever I want with you Sample!"

At this moment, Carl's mental activity is very active, and a smile is slowly drawn from his small face.

He thought carefully about whether there was any magic that left no trace in the original inheritance of the magician. After all, this is Hogwarts, so it is better to be more restrained. He didn't want to attract the attention of Dumbledore's old glass.

Got it!

Provocative doll Shu Lulu.

Carl's system gold coins disappeared, that is, ten gold Galleons, and then his mind moved, and he realized this magic in an instant.

Using the half-day vacation, I finally got the contract and sent it over. I felt sad. I had already done it, but I couldn't send it out when I lived on campus. (p′︵‵.)