socalfunplaces Chapter 11 You Know Where You Should Go
Chapter 11 You Know Where You Should Go
The time on the train passed peacefully...
A chubby-looking boy barged in, seemingly looking for his pet, but before he could ask anything, he was scared away by Persson's dangerous gaze.
The naturally wicked Malfoy was also searching for something, but unfortunately Persson wasn't interested in his love story with his future sweetheart Harry, so he simply threw the boy into the next carriage.
Two red-haired people were sitting in the next carriage...
"I'm Malfoy! My dad's on the school board! I'm expelling you—wait, what's that in your hand? What's that bag spider?"
"Let me go! Let me out! Mom, I want to go home! Hogwarts is too scary!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream came from next door, and Hermione shuddered as if she were experiencing the same pain herself.
Regardless of what happened next door.
Hogwarts is indeed a place fraught with danger!
"Alright," Persson suddenly closed his book and looked out the window, which had been shrouded in darkness. "Judging by the time, the train should be arriving soon. Let's go and keep watch by the door."
As soon as the words were spoken, a screeching sound came from outside the train. The scene outside the window gradually froze. A bright, warm yellow lantern stood quietly by the platform. Under the lantern stood a dark figure, burly and large, yet inexplicably reassuring.
Hogwarts Station, we've arrived.
……
Following the flow of people, we went through a dense forest and waded across a black lake.
A magnificent castle suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Hurry up, kids."
A tall witch in a long emerald green robe took over from Hagrid and led the trembling new students through the empty hall to a small, empty room.
"Welcome to Hogwarts... In a few minutes, the Sorting Ceremony will be held in front of the entire school. I suggest you take some time to tidy yourselves up and look your best while you wait."
Professor McGonagall offered a succinct reminder and turned to walk out the door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Persson, who was standing at the far corner of the line, her eyes full of curiosity.
Boom!
The wooden door closed, leaving only the anxious children inside the room.
"Next... is it time to be assigned to a different department? What should we do?" A thin, small child asked timidly to the people around him.
"I...I heard from my father," the girl from the wizarding family stammered, "that we might have to face a dragon alone!"
"This can't be!" Several gasps of astonishment filled the hut. "The Ministry of Magic won't allow it!"
"It's not impossible," Hermione suddenly interjected, her tone heavy. "Although there's no explicit law against it, the fact that Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament in 1637, which resulted in the deaths of three heroes and eleven students watching, yet none of them faced criminal charges, is enough to show that Hogwarts enjoys immense legal immunity. Headmaster Dumbledore could easily use dragons in the Sorting Ceremony without fear of arrest!"
Finally, the girl declared resolutely, "The magical world is indeed a dangerous place!"
"Mommy, I want to go home!!!"
"I don't want to become dragon dung!"
Thanks to the elders' tireless concealment and exaggeration, even the young wizards from pure-blood families couldn't help but cry out and blow big snot bubbles.
Malfoy was so frightened that he turned pale and didn't even bother to seek revenge on Persephone.
As for Poisson himself...
As a transmigrator who had read the original story, he naturally wouldn't believe Hermione's nonsense.
At this point, he was more focused on which college he should attend.
"The friendly Hufflepuff is obviously the best solution, the knowledge-seeking Ravenclaw is also not bad, Gryffindor might receive preferential treatment from Dumbledore, but they might also be involved in the Savior training program, so it's a mixed bag..."
"As for Slytherin? Don't be ridiculous. They'd probably be labeled the next Dark Lord by Dumbledore the moment they got in!"
As Persson was pondering Dumbledore's apparent discrimination against the House, the wooden door of the hut was pushed open again, and a figure decisively ran outside.
"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing? The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."
"No! You can't do this! My father is a school board member! You can't send me to my death with these lowly people!"
Once caught, young Malfoy unleashed a flurry of blows on Professor McGonagall's shin, displaying astonishing courage driven by his survival instinct.
Faced with this, Professor McGonagall, her face full of black lines, could only wave her wand and wrap Malfoy up like a dumpling, before looking sternly at the others.
"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin. Everyone, please stop fooling around and follow me."
Upon hearing this, the young wizards, like warriors about to be executed, had tears welling in their eyes. Hermione, meanwhile, once again crept up behind Perseus, muttering to herself:
"The less ability one has, the less responsibility one bears..."
"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up..."
"Persson, I will always believe in you!"
Persson glanced at Hermione's trembling legs and expressed his skepticism.
……
Led by Professor McGonagall, the young wizards nervously stepped into the Great Hall.
Seeing that there was neither a raging fire dragon curled up in the center of the hall nor dozens of giant monsters wielding clubs, but only a dirty linen hat placed on a small stool, everyone clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
The one that had been huddled at Professor McGonagall's feet finally stopped crawling around and instead half-squatted up, burying its head in its crotch, trying to disguise itself as an ordinary potted plant.
He seems to be a little dead...
Professor McGonagall glanced at Malfoy, who had lost his chance to choose a spouse for the next seven years, and pursed her lips, ultimately offering no comment on his unique look.
As for the Malfoy children, let Professor Snape worry about them himself...
Recalling the Academy Cup, which had changed hands six years in a row, and looking at the gloomy Severus Stadium at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a dark sense of pleasure.
"You may think I'm not pretty enough, but please don't judge a book by its cover..."
Suddenly, a jarring and unpleasant song began to play.
The Sorting Hat grinned widely and sang loudly, while Professor McGonagall waited quietly until the song ended. Then, she slowly took out a piece of parchment and announced in a clear voice:
"The Sorting Ceremony shall now begin—"
"Hannah Abbott!"
A little wizard with two braids walked up shakily, almost the instant he put on his hat.
"Hufflepuff!"
Applause filled the auditorium, and Posson clapped twice as well, after all, this was his future classmate.
Well, there's no reason why a friendly, harmless little green dragon like him, who doesn't eat human flesh, shouldn't be assigned to Hufflepuff!
"Susan Burns...Terry Boot..."
As more and more people were called out, the applause in the auditorium never stopped.
Hermione and a dark-haired man with a lightning bolt scar were sorted into Gryffindor, while a pair of red-haired twins shouted, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"
Slytherin clearly wanted to reject the transformed Malfoy, but due to his father's position as a school board member, the upperclassmen reluctantly applauded.
finally--
"Persson Savannah!"
As Professor McGonagall pronounced Persson's name, Persson felt a gaze suddenly lock onto him.
Looking up, Dumbledore sat on the platform, winking playfully and giving an encouraging thumbs-up.
Professor McGonagall, who was standing nearby, was equally curious, since Hogwarts doesn't often have students joining unexpectedly.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Poisson calmly placed his hat on his head, proactively conveying his thoughts:
"Assign me to Hufflepuff. I'm sure you can tell I'm a friendly person, and I'm also a great eater."
Sorting Hat: "..."
The Sorting Hat: "First, I must correct you, Hufflepuff is not the same as being a good-for-nothing."
The Sorting Hat: "Secondly, child, you know very well where you belong..."