Chapter 12 Malfoy, who failed to confess
As the saying goes, how exciting it is to appear on the stage, and how embarrassing it is when it exits. Malfoy has not yet exited the stage, and he feels that he has been defeated tonight.
"Mr. Scamander." Professor McGonagall came over, and she asked, "You said that Mr. Diggory from the Ministry of Magic checked your box?"
"Yes, I returned to London from Romania this morning." Rove said calmly, "I ran into them when I got off platform 7. They said it was a routine inspection."
"I will write a letter to verify this matter." Professor McGonagall nodded, looked at Malfoy again and said:
"If it is true, it proves that Mr. Scamander is not lying, and we will punish you according to the school regulations; if it is not true, we will also punish Mr. Scamander!
Do you two have anything to add? "
Malfoy also wanted to add about the "little matter" of "His father is a school trustee, he donated 20,000 Galleons last year, and he will increase his efforts this year", but when Rove's eyes were cast on him, Malfoy remained silent, and he didn't dare to say more half a word.
"Since there is no opinion, this matter ends here." Professor McGonagall said loudly: "All students follow me into the hall."
She whispered again: "Mr. Scamander, after the dinner, you still need to go to Professor Dumbledore's office. He has something to do with you."
"I see, thank you, Professor McGonagall." Rove thanked.
Before Malfoy had gone too far, he overheard the conversation with his ears pricked up, and he was stunned for a moment... Could it be that this guy also has a background, and the backstage is the principal?
Ruined!
A good show came to an end like this, and under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, the little wizards walked into the hall full of enthusiasm.
As the face of Hogwarts, this hall does not pay attention to ornate decoration, but is full of simplicity and atmosphere:
The Greek-style dome is supported by a tall drum base, and the outside of the drum base is surrounded by seven Roman-style Corinthian columns. The columns are exquisite and covered with finely carved patterns.
The huge daylighting windows make the hall look extremely spacious and magnificent, and the windows are covered with burning torches, illuminating the gray-white marble floor.
But before appreciating it for too long, Professor McGonagall led everyone to a small dark room. Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at the tall man in emerald green robe. little witch.
"The school opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take the seat, you need to be separated into schools to determine which school you will enter."
Many little wizards whispered, but Professor McGonagall just pursed his lips and glanced coldly, and the small black room was suddenly silent.
"Each college has a glorious history and has cultivated many outstanding wizards. I hope you will perform well during your studies, win glory for the college, and win the final college cup.
And once you violate the school rules, you will be punished, and you may even be expelled from Hogwarts..."
Rove listened quietly to Professor McGonagall's lecture, but when it came to "expulsion from Hogwarts", not only Shirley and Hermione, but even the honest Neville subconsciously looked at him.
The young man sighed secretly, he just came to Hogwarts and he was so misunderstood for no reason. In his previous life, he was a five-star good citizen, the kind who could be ranked high in Gotham.
Professor McGonagall quickly left the room, and everyone regained their energy immediately, chatting about the branch.
The sorting ceremony is a reserved program at Hogwarts. Even if they come from a wizarding family, parents rarely tell their children about the sorting process.
Everyone was very nervous and shared the sorting methods they knew as much as possible.
"I heard that we have to fight the troll!" A boy said convincingly, "Whoever can defeat the troll will be assigned to the best academy."
"Really? I can defeat three adult giant monsters at most. I wonder if this result can reach everyone's average level?" A black wizard with dreadlocks was a little sad.
"Is the way of sorting so simple? Fortunately, I went to the Hebrides last month for special training and killed a black dragon." A fat man interjected.
"What you said is wrong!" Another student retorted gruffly: "The sorting ceremony is to go to Knockturn Lane to arrest ten black wizards... My second grandfather's neighbor's second uncle's nephew is an Auror, he The information is accurate."
Everyone talked more and more scary, from fighting the troll to killing the fire dragon, destroying Knockturn Alley, and finally having a century duel with Dumbledore... What kind of horror is this? Have the protagonists crossed together?
Walking in the crowd and hearing so many outrageous rituals, Rove thought for a moment that this was not a sorting, but the selection of the third generation...Dark Lord!
After wandering around for a long time, he finally found Malfoy. This guy was hiding in a corner with two followers, but he didn't change his mind, and went to trouble other students again.
"So...you are the famous Harry Potter?"
On the train, Malfoy was bitten by the Motra rat and failed to meet the legendary Harry Potter, and now he finally found his chance.
It's just that he was a little disappointed, the existence of defeating the Dark Lord when he was a baby, just a boy with glasses, an ordinary-looking boy, as thin as a chicken?
Malfoy, who came here especially, was a little disappointed. If it wasn't for the fact that the lightning scar on the other party's forehead couldn't be faked, he really suspected that he had found the wrong target.
"I'm Harry Potter." Harry pushed his glasses and asked, "What's the matter?"
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
The red-haired boy next to Harry coughed lightly, as if trying not to laugh out loud.
"Is my name funny?" Malfoy stared at the red-haired boy, looked him up and down, and sneered:
"You don't need to ask me to know who you are, red hair, freckles, as many children as rabbits, but they can't afford to raise them at all... Is it your Weasley family?"
The red-haired boy's face flushed immediately.
Malfoy didn't even look at him, turned to Harry and said:
"Harry Potter, you'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others. You don't want to be friends with such powerless, dubious people, do you?
Come on, be friends with me, I can help you a lot..."
Malfoy held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry ignored him.
"I think I can tell the dubious ones myself, thanks!"
Malfoy failed to strike up a conversation for the first time, and he, who was already annoyed tonight, became more and more angry. He was like a teenager who was rejected in his confession but was unwilling to get back on the scene.
"If I were you, Potter, I would be very careful." Malfoy said in a drawn out voice with a cold face, "You should show some respect, otherwise you will end up like your parents!"
"Say it again!" said Harry, eyes widening.
"Oh, you guys want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy rolled up his sleeves and sneered, "I haven't lost a fight yet..."
"Oh, is that so, Malfoy?" Rove suddenly appeared behind him, patted the shoulder of the young man who said he had never lost a fight, and said with a smile:
"I haven't lost before, why don't we go out and try?"
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