The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Unlike Hagrid, when Professor Minerva McGonagall said this, the expression on her face was extremely serious and without any smile.

The first-year little wizards could obviously feel that this old professor was not easy to deal with, and they all quieted down and did not dare to talk to each other.

"The opening banquet is about to start, but before you go to the restaurant, you must first determine which college you are going to enter..." Professor McGonagall briefly introduced the sorting ceremony and the college cup!

"When I'm ready over there, I'll come back to pick you up!" Professor McGonagall was about to leave, and asked casually, "Please keep quiet while you wait... Is there any problem?"

Jon raised his hand high.

"What's the matter, Mr. Hart?" Obviously, Professor McGonagall still had some impressions of the little wizard who had kicked her.

"Uh, Professor!" Jon said softly, he was very sure that with the justice of Professor McGonagall, he would not take anger on himself because of an unintentional mistake he made a month ago.

"It was on the train that I met a second-year Hogwarts student who called me 'Mudblood'...Honestly, I don't quite understand what that word means, but since she was Judging from his expression, that doesn't seem like a friendly word!"

The expression on Jon's face was calm, as if he really didn't know what "mudblood" meant.

"Who is she, how dare she..." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly changed: "How dare she say such an insulting word at Hogwarts, Hogwarts has been working hard for the past thousand years. To eradicate prejudice between pure-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards..."

"She seems to have said her name...seems to be...Greengrass!"

"Greengrass?" Professor McGonagall's face returned to calm: "Mr Hart, that is a vicious curse, a slanderous name, forget her words, no one dares to call it that at Hogwarts you……"

As she spoke, she glanced at the crowd with sharp eyes.

Then, she left the room.

Jon vaguely heard Professor McGonagall's roar from the hall:

"Daphne Greengrass, you go to my office now...wait for me on the marble staircase outside the foyer, in the room next to the hallway!"

"Felius, please go and get Severus over for me, please?"

...

But Jon didn't attract too much attention from the group of first-year students.

Because their attention was mainly focused on the upcoming "sorting ceremony".

After all, Hogwarts' "sorting intimidation" for first-year freshmen is a fine tradition passed down from generation to generation.

Originally, Astoria should also be eager to discuss with the group of first-year wizards whether the "sorting ceremony" is to kill a troll or cast ten spells... But now, she is standing in a trance. There.

"Why are you doing this, sister... Daphne... she'll be fired..."

"She brought it on herself," Jon said calmly. "And I don't think Hogwarts would expel a student for a curse word."

"She's really not malicious..."

"I think you should explain it to Professor McGonagall that way."

"you……"

Astoria decided to turn around and decided to ignore him.

Jon didn't even think about licking it. He saw a wall in front of him, and suddenly twenty ghosts jumped out. These pearly white, translucent ghosts slid across the room, whispering to each other.

"Ah..." A few timid girls screamed in fright.

"It's a freshman again!" A chubby monk's ghost smiled at them and said, "I think, you are probably preparing for the test?"

Haven't been able to get an answer from them yet...

"Move forward now." A shrill voice came from the surrounding walls: "The sorting ceremony is about to start."

"Single line!" said Professor McGonagall, returning.

There was a little noise in the crowd, and under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, they finally formed a row.

In front of Jon was Astoria... but Astoria was determined not to look back, and they kept a distance of two or three yards.

The little wizards walked out of the room one by one, passed through a narrow corridor, and came to the hall of Hogwarts.

In such a splendid hall, there is a long table on the rostrum, with all kinds of teachers sitting on it...

In front of the long table on the podium, they turned their backs to the teachers as instructed by Professor McGonagall.

In front of them were four long tables placed sideways, and hundreds of old Hogwarts students were applauding them eagerly.

The "ceiling" above his head is flickering with stars and extremely realistic... Even with certain psychological preparation, Jon had to sigh in his heart.

Professor McGonagall put a four-legged stool in front of them...and then put a top wizard hat on the stool.

This should be the hat of Godric Gryffindor in the past, and the Sorting Hat now!

The Sorting Hat spoke, and in its hoarse voice began to sing its own song.

The soul singer-like singing really makes people want to cover their ears.

After a few minutes of torment, the Sorting Hat finally performed...

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for sorting," she said. "Sean Avery!"

A tall boy with freckles stumbled out of the crowd and put on a hat.

"Slytherin!"

At the table on the far right, violent cheers erupted instantly, while the table on the far left heard faint boos.

The tall boy quickly trotted over in relief.

The name Avery seems a bit familiar... It seems to be the name of a Death Eater, and it looks like a second generation of death?

"Theresa Baker!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time the second table from the left clapped and clapped, and several Ravenclaw students were shaking hands with Teresa.

Colin Creevey became the first freshman in Gryffindor, and the table on the far left immediately burst into cheers, and Jon saw the Weasley brothers celebrating.

...

"Astoria-Greengrass!"

Astoria walked over and put the hat on his head.

"Slytherin!" cried the hat, barely touching her hair.

It may be because of her sister, from the look on her face, she doesn't seem to be very happy.

When he saw Draco Malfoy giving up his seat to Astoria, Jon couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

"Jon Hart!" The Sorting Hat called out his name.

Jon stood up, feeling as if the eyes of the entire hall were on him.

Bowing his head slightly, he walked over and put on the sorting hat.