Marvel’s Hogwarts Wizard

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"Gah, now that things are going on, we can only take one step at a time!"

The current analysis is based on the results of Jerry's own deduction, whether it is true or not, he is not sure.

After all, it stands to reason that the sorting of the Sorting Hat is subjectively based on the innermost thoughts of the little wizard, and he clearly wants to go to Gryffindor.

Could it be that what he wanted to go deep down in his heart was actually Slytherin?

Forget it, there is no need to worry about this now, since he has been assigned to Slytherin, he can only study magic at Hogwarts as a Slytherin.

He looked up at the professor McGonagall who had gotten along well with him on the podium.

Looking at the gloomy, stern, indifferent and mean Professor Snape who looked like a big bat on the teacher's long table, Jerry couldn't help sighing again.

It's really a plan that can't keep up with the changes!

The basket of Gryffindor strategies that I made before is useless now, so I can only use my brain again to re-plan a Slytherin route.

But after thinking about it carefully, becoming a Slytherin is actually not a bad thing at all.

At least Snape, although he was harsh and mean to the wizards of other colleges (especially Gryffindor), was very friendly to the little wizards of his own college.

Besides, Snape was proficient in all kinds of black magic. If he could get on good terms with him, he might have the opportunity to learn a lot of more lethal black magic.

"Harry Potter... Gryffindor!"

At this moment, the well-known and much-anticipated Harry also communicated with the Sorting Hat for a while, and was assigned to Gryffindor as fate. At this point, the sorting ceremony officially ended.

"Student Draco, I didn't expect you to be assigned to Slytherin. We are really destined!"

Jerry, who came back to his senses, looked at the little Malfoy trio who were sitting far away from him. With a move in his eyes, he immediately walked over and squeezed in between them, and then enthusiastically put his arms on their laps. on the shoulders.

"That's right... fate..."

(Of course I am a Slytherin, how could you be a Slytherin!)

Little Malfoy's body froze suddenly, his face convulsed and forced a smile.

When he saw Jerry being assigned to Slytherin just now, he almost swears on the spot.

He couldn't figure out why a rude man like Jerry could be assigned to a noble and elegant Slytherin.

However, in view of the fighting skills on the other side's train that used one-vs-three to torture them, after the sorting ended, he still held back his anger and took Goyle and Crabbe to sit away from Jerry.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Fighting with his body is not the behavior that an elegant Slytherin wizard should have. After he has learned magic well, he must let the other party know what the price will be if he angers a noble Malfoy.

"Draco, you seem to be on good terms!"

At this time, the short-haired little witch sitting opposite Malfoy looked at Jerry and Malfoy who were hugging each other with a surprised expression.

"That is, I met Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe on the train, and we became good friends at that time, don't you think?"

Jerry squinted, and put a little effort into Malfoy's and Goyle's arms.

As if recalling some bad memories, the three of them shook their bodies at the same time, and then nodded reluctantly.

"Hi, my name is Jerry Kamen!"

"Pansy Parkinson!"

Jerry took his right hand off Goyle's shoulder and reached out to Pansy.

Pansy froze for a moment, but still reached out and shook Jerry lightly.

With Malfoy's arrogance, the friends he would like to make must be excellent pure-blood family wizards, but, Jerry Carmen, why hasn't he heard of this name before.

"The dinner party begins!"

At this moment, Principal Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the teacher's long table, slowly got up and announced loudly.

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As Dumbledore's voice fell, Jerry found that all kinds of steaming and fragrant delicacies appeared on the empty gold plates in front of him:

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks...

The silver goblet is also filled with different types of beverages such as fruit juice and milk.

"This culinary magic, it seems that I will spend time learning it in the future!"

Seeing these delicacies that suddenly appeared, Jerry's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to add cooking magic to his magic learning plan.

After learning cooking magic, when he returns to the main world, he can greatly reduce the time he spends cooking every day.

By the way, there are also those magics that can take care of housework, and they can't be left behind!

He was planning all kinds of magic that he would learn in the future, and Jerry didn't stop his body movements. Like other hungry little wizards, his stomach was already growling.

He didn't know if it was because he was too hungry, or because the house elf's cooking magic was really good. He felt that the delicacies on the table were particularly delicious today.

"Pansy, long time no see, you cut your hair short..."

While Jerry was eating, Malfoy pretended to talk to Pansy, and quietly moved his position.

"Draco, you actually noticed it, isn't it good?"

Pansy blushed slightly.

"Ah...it's pretty good!"

With a glance, Jerry saw little Malfoy walking away from him, smiled secretly and did not stop him.

The effect he wanted had already been achieved, and it didn't matter whether Malfoy sat next to him or not.

"what…!"

He had just cut half of a piece of steak when Jerry suddenly heard the screams of the little wizards.

Looking up, he found that several young wizards in the same grade as Malfoy were all looking at him in horror.

Turning his head in doubt, he saw a haggard, hollow-eyed, scary-looking ghost, wearing a silver blood-stained robe, sitting next to him at some point.

"Hello, I'm Jerry Carmen, a freshman in Slytherin!"

Jerry smiled, gracefully put down the knife and fork in his hand, and nodded slightly to the ghost next to him in greeting.

The ghost turned his head and glanced at Jerry with some surprise. It was the first time he met a freshman who was not afraid of him. There was a hint of appreciation on his terrifying face:

"Baro, or you can call me Bloody Baron like other ghosts, I am the ghost of Slytherin, welcome to join Slytherin!"

"thanks!"

After a brief chat, Jerry continued to eat steak calmly.

As an adult, especially if he has experienced life and death, and his subordinates have had human lives, he will not be frightened by a ghost.

Seeing that Jerry was not afraid at all, chatting with the terrifying ghost so elegantly and calmly, most of the first-year Slytherins, including some little wizards in the second year, showed admiration.

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