Hogwarts: Start By Destroying Nurmengard Prison

As the sorting ceremony proceeds, the Hogwarts Great Hall can continue to cheer.

It's just not as strong as the initial cheers.

Soon McGonagall was calling the last name on the parchment.

"Last one, Colin Creevey!"

Colin Creevey hurried to the Sorting Hat after McGonagall finally pronounced his name.

After sitting down, Colin Creevey kept looking at Gryffindor's position.

Harry, who was sitting in his seat at this moment, shuddered.

He had the feeling that someone was watching him.

Harry looked around at the students, but found no one watching him.

Slytherin- no one was staring at him either.

Maybe it was his illusion!

Just as Harry was looking for his sight, Colin Creevey on the stage was assigned to Gryffindor as he wished.

As the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore smiled and looked at the young masters at the table.

Dumbledore stood up, ready to begin the headmaster's speech before the start of the new term.

"welcome…………"

Just after Dumbledore finished saying welcome, the Sorting Hat rubbed against McGonagall without paying attention, and jumped off the stool directly.

It used the brim of the hat on both sides as two legs, and ran to the door of the auditorium with a hop.

It kept shouting in its mouth:

"Don't even try to hit the hat!"

"Today's hat mission is over!"

The sudden turn of events made the smile on Dumbledore's face harden.

The professors did not expect the Sorting Hat to suddenly become like this.

The Sorting Hat is running away at the fastest speed in its life.

So soon the Sorting Hat ran out of the auditorium's gate, only the sound continued to echo between the auditorium and the corridor.

"You'll never catch a hat...."

Ian and Grindelwald looked at this outrageous scene and looked at each other.

Then Grindelwald looked at Ian with some weird eyes:

"Ian, did you do something to the page hat before we knew it?"

"I'm telling you Ian, people can't, at least shouldn't..."

Ian's face darkened when he heard Grindelwald's words:

"Old man, I just wanted to experiment with the Page hat.

"It has no soul. After it hides, I can't find where it is."

"If I knew it earlier, I would have snatched it!"

All Hogwarts students are here now.

If Ian ran out to grab the Sorting Hat now, would he still have his face?

The freshmen looked at Ian curiously and recalled what happened just now.

The Sorting Hat tells them to be careful of Ian Grindelwald.

And let them join what hat protection society?

Does the legendary Professor Ian Grindelwald have a secret penchant for hats?

Thinking of this, the teachers' eyes lit up.

This is a big gossip!

And Ian sensed the emotions in the souls of the little wizards, and he clenched his teeth with anger.

This is the victim of wind criticism!

Hermione covered her mouth and smirked; she had been there when Ian was studying the Sorting Hat.

It is understandable that the Sorting Hat is so afraid of Ian.

After all, Ian almost took the Sorting Hat off at the time.

Almost took out everything in the "belly" of the Sorting Hat.

McGonagall asked Dumbledore with an ugly face:

"Professor Dumbledore, I think I should go and bring back the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore shook his head stiffly:

"It's already hiding."

"Only I know where it's hiding."

"Now let's start the next link."

McGonagall could only nod helplessly at Dumbledore's words.

Then McGonagall sneaks a look at Ian and Grindelwald.

It's all your fault!

Dumbledore took a deep breath and adjusted his expression to a full smile.

"It was just a small episode."

"Looks like our Mr. Sorting Hat has a scary professor too!"

Dumbledore's words made the little wizards laugh, and Dumbledore continued:

"First of all, I would like to welcome the arrival of the new students.

"Then I won't say too much, a bad old man."

"But some introductions are necessary.

Dumbledore looked at Lockhart first, and said:

"Professor Karedi Bubbaji has not finished her research this year."

"So let us welcome our new Muggle Studies Professor—Professor Gilderoy Lockhart!"

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, the Xiaogang City erupted in huge cheers.

...asking for flowers...

Only Hermione, Harry, Ronald and Draco looked at Lockhart in disgust.

And Lockhart stood up immediately after hearing Dumbledore's words, and walked to Dumbledore's side.

Lockhart smiled, showing his big gleaming teeth:

"Hey! Little wizards! I think you must have heard my name!"

"I! Gilderoy Lockhart! Honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Association!"

"A recipient of the Order of Merlin Third Class! A well-known adventure writer!"

"Five Time Winner of the Best Smile Award!"

"Of course! I don't save wizards by smiling!"

The young wizards who were Lockhart fans in the auditorium suddenly screamed.

Lockhart enjoyed it, too.

Then Lockhart went on laughing and said:

"So kids! You can call me if you have any questions!"

"Anyone who has read my book knows! I also know about potions and so on.

"Of course, what I'm best at is Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"If you have any questions, you can ask me!"

"I will help every little wizard who is in trouble!"

The young wizards cheered again at Lockhart's words.

In the heart of the unwitting little wizard, a great adventurer like Lockhart.

Even if it is not as good as Professor Grindelwald, it shouldn't be too bad.

But the little wizards of the Defense Against the Dark Arts club are different.

Can you beat Professor Dumbledore?

Or can you solo kill Voldemort?

If you have the chance, maybe you can try his strength?

Unbeknownst to Lockhart on the stage, he has been targeted by a group of young wizards with outstanding combat power!

Hermione looked at Ian in the teacher's seat, and asked with her lips:

"Can I put a curse on him?"

Ian smiled and shook his head at Hermione, then Ian's voice rang in Hermione's ear:

"Let Harry and the others do what happened to Lockhart."

"Let's just watch the fun."

A clown like Lockhart wasn't worth Ian's hand.

Harry looked at Lockhart who was making a pose, and elbowed Ronald beside him:

"That Lockhart is probably hopeless."

Ronald nodded in deep agreement:

"I think so too, Harry Heng."