The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Penello glanced out of the car window, it was already dark, the mountains and forest shrouded in twilight seemed to be dyed a layer of deep purple, the train gradually slowed down.

"I'll go back to my box to change into my robes. I'll see you in sorting, Mr. Moriarty." Lilith waved to Moriarty, got up and left.

Penello also took out the wizard robe at this time, and Moriarty took Percy out and asked Penello to change it first.

Five minutes later, the train stopped, and the little wizards rushed to the door and went down to a dark and small platform.

Under the leadership of Hagrid, the little wizards boarded the boat in groups of four, and Moriarty, Penello, and Percy were the last group.

They were about to board the boat when Lilith walked over.

She winked at Moriarty mysteriously: "When I went back to the box to change my robes, I heard a piece of news.

Most of the purebloods are delighted to have you here, but you know, wherever you go, there's always a handful of people who don't fit in, and they're awkward and annoying.

so? Mr Moriarty, you need to..."

"Do I need to be cautious all the time? I don't think I need to." As if what Lilith said didn't exist, Moriarty just glanced at her and then looked away.

Moriarty's plan originally included dealing with pure-blood families, whether it was the head of the family like Lucius Malfoy or the little pure-blood wizards at Hogwarts.

As the boat sailed across the lake, a huge castle soaring into the sky came into Moriarty's sight.

A warm feeling flowed through the Slytherin staff, and Moriarty was sure that he hadn't mobilized his magic power, so it must be the special connection between Hogwarts and the Slytherin staff.

For the staff, it was home.

Moriarty immediately thought of some little secrets hidden in Hogwarts.

With the staff, maybe it doesn't take much time to find those secret passages, maybe you don't need Parseltongue to open the secret room.

Seeing Moriarty's pensive look, Percy took the initiative to stir up the topic in order not to be cold-hearted: "It is said that freshmen enter Hogwarts by boat across the lake in groups of four to commemorate Hogwarts. Gwarz's Big Four..."

However, Percy's efforts didn't work. Lilith crossed her arms and stared at Moriarty's side face with interest. Penello also looked at the castle like Moriarty, her eyes full of longing.

The speed of the boat is not very fast, but the longings and fantasies of the little wizards with wings let the time pass quietly.

After crossing the lake, walking through the tunnel, coming to the meadow, and climbing up the stone steps, the little wizards finally came to a huge oak door.

Hagrid's mission is now over, and there may be more purebloods this year, Moriarty heard a lot of little wizards snorting contemptuously when Hagrid left.

But before these little wizards started bragging, Professor McGonagall opened the door and led the new students inside.

They walked all the way to a small empty room at one end. Professor McGonagall scanned the new students with stern eyes, and his eyes lingered on Moriarty for a while. Moriarty was sure that she recognized him. .

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first confirm which house you are entering."

Professor McGonagall paused, her glasses reflecting the light from the torch, making her look divine and majestic.

"The names of the four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each college has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding wizards."

Penello now understands why Moriarty has received attention, but she is not very happy, she feels further away from Moriarty.

Next, Professor McGonagall introduced the extra points and the college cup, and gave the freshmen a little time to tidy up their appearance.

At this time, more than 20 ghosts of Hogwarts - Bloody Barrow, Mrs. Grey, Nearly Headless Nick, Fat Friar, etc. jumped out from the wall of the room.

Led by the bloody Barrow, the ghosts drifted past the freshmen as if they were looking for something. Nick, who was almost headless, saw Moriarty and screamed: "Look, Barrow, look! Look! He looks exactly like Principal Salazar."

"Shut up Nick, needless to say I will watch it myself." Bloody Barrow roared roughly, but when he floated in front of Moriarty, his dull eyes were full of brilliance.

"Although it may not help the matter, I still want to say sorry to my teacher and your ancestors. This is my answer after careful consideration. I have thought a lot for hundreds of years. I can't die frankly... I There is too much nostalgia.”

As he spoke, Barrow looked at Mrs. Gray behind him and the students sitting in the auditorium. His eyes were painful and sad, and then he drifted away in a daze.

"Barrow didn't have any malice, he was just very guilty. He always wanted to apologize to the four major principals. He failed their expectations." An ethereal voice sounded in Moriarty's ear, and Mrs. Gray said to him: "Since we Knowing that you will come, Barrow became sad. We often see him blame himself, but all this is his own fault, no one forced him.

I'm leaving too, and if possible, give my regards to Professor Salazar. "

Moriarty watched Mrs. Gray leave. There were many reasons for Barrow's tragedy, and Mrs. Gray was one of them. However, he is not good at judging emotional matters, but he can be a quiet listener when Barrow confides.

The ghosts were inseparable from Hogwarts, and they deserved Moriarty.

After the bloody Barrow left, the ghosts began to talk freely. The topics were all related to Moriarty, and it was obvious that they were very happy.

The fat Hufflepuff monk came over and said to Moriarty: "Maybe you think Barrow is a bit strange, but our old guys have no less affection for Hogwarts than Principal Dumbledore.

In fact, not only Barrow and Mrs. Gray, when we knew you would come back, they all showed different degrees of strangeness:

Nick didn't care about his unbroken head, Mrs. Gray talking more, even Peeves - he locked himself in an empty classroom for three days and three nights. "

Moriarty gave the kind ghost a broad smile: "I don't mind, you know, Hogwarts is more than just a school to me."

"Ah, ah, yes, I knew we read you right," said the fat friar. "The Sorting Hat is coming, we have to go, and finally, although you will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, on behalf of Hufflepuff welcomes you."

The ghosts started to leave, and Nick shouted at the top of his voice: "Gryffindor welcomes you too! Gryffindor welcomes Slytherin, haha ​​how wonderful!"

Professor McGonagall returned with a four-legged stool and the Sorting Hat, and she put the Sorting Hat on top of the stool.

"Hey! Hey! Come here, please, I want to see the descendants of Slytherin," the Sorting Hat stared at Moriarty, writhing excitedly, "I was injected by Salazar Slytherin Part of the mind, so I want you to put me on your head, will you, Mr. Slytherin?"

"I understand how you feel, Hat. But it's not traditional." Professor McGonagall stopped the Sorting Hat from jumping on Moriarty.

"Okay, well, I should sing." The Sorting Hat muttered, and then it regained its excitement: "You must listen to it, this is something I have spent a whole year making."

Moriarty understood what it meant, and the song was written for him.

"The cold wind, the fireplace, the snow-covered roof, the winter in the East.

The boy spends long nights and days of fantasy one after another.

The September sun, through the wings of the golden snitch.

Monday's teenager, with pride in his heart.

Teenagers on Tuesday, don't disturb the Sleeping Dragon.

Wednesday's teenager, the protagonist of the banquet.

Thursday's teenager, teaching the baby who survived.

Friday's boy, the giant snake entangled.

Teenagers on Saturday, prison break, brain burn, goblin, ridicule!

On Sundays, the teenagers don't come to school, and they sail across the ocean to make waves.

If time makes the years endless, I would like to have more eights and nines...

That way I can keep watching The Adventures of a Teenager.

Boy and magic are connected by the same purpose, just as my master shared the same purpose with his three friends long ago when I was a new hat.

What friends in this world can be better than Gryffindor and Slytherin?

Even their weapons—the Gryffindor sword and the Slytherin staff—are sympathetic to each other in duels.

Baojian said to me that the pen and the secretary wrote a name, and then I met many old friends.

Stone people, elves.

Heroes in armor, beauties with murals, and stinky ghosts.

Stairs, secret passages, forbidden forests, broomsticks...

I can't stop them from pursuing their dreams, because every dream carries a firm belief!

Over the past nine hundred years, they have looked forward more than once to the return of the Slytherin who left...

Although I was destined to divide the freshman, I am not worried at all now.

The old Slytherin went away, and the young Slytherin returned.

I know we will fight together.

I know we can do better.

I know the boys and girls adventure continues.

Now, let's start sorting! "