The Wizard Who Couldn't Take Part in the Sorting

"How did you know?" Percy looked at Krum. "I remember telling you this only."

Harry remained completely unfazed, easily adding, "You forgot that Roan and I are friends."

His face radiated happiness.

Krum, who had spent almost half a semester at the Weasley family, thought about Ron and mentioned Harry nine out of ten times.

Putting everything together, he thought of a possibility—could it be Harry and Roan?

"You three seem to know each other?" Percy squinted.

"Yes, all three of us are students at Smeltings," Harry added.

Smeltings was Dudley's school, and he was very impressed with it.

Even now, he can't forget Dudley in his uniform—a brown tailcoat, orange breeches, and a flat straw hat called a stiff straw hat—strutting around the living room with his multi-section Divine Aura.

What he couldn't forget was the exaggerated reaction of his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Dudley looked like Troll in a ballet tutu, but they acted as if they had seen a valiant knight, with tears streaming down their faces.

He almost broke two ribs trying to hold back his laughter.

"I see." Percy looked at the ever-growing castle and said with a touch of emotion, "You must be careful. Witches are completely different from Muggle women. They are roses with thorns, poison wrapped in honey that can destroy even the most beautiful woman."

"Especially you, Diggory. Even the kindest witch, after reaching adulthood, will develop a hunting impulse towards male witches."

"This impulse does not simply come from the Star Jade, but is a kind of magical addiction, which male wizards also have."

"The witch, whose magic was in order, was controlled by desire and craved chaos."

"Witches with chaotic magic are better able to control their desires, but are still drawn to order."

(Dumbledore stroked his chin, "So the Salem Witch' so-called bloodline optimization manifests in their magic as going to extremes? Male wizards' magic is chaotic and difficult to control, while female wizards' magic is orderly and easier to manipulate?")

Hearing Percy speak ill of Cho Chang, even the good-natured Cedric couldn't help but ask, "What about your sister, Roan?"

"Her?" Percy's expression was strange. "First of all, she's not an adult, and secondly, I highly doubt that her addiction could overcome her craving for food."

(Ron's ears turned red with anger. "This is slander, blatant slander!")

"Modern wizards, or wizards after the Salem incident, are able to convert the extra energy needed by the bodies they consume into magic."

(Among the audience, countless wizards who had high standards and aspirations for their figures felt nauseous with envy.)

"Without worrying about gaining weight and affecting their figure, some wizards gradually transformed their desire for the magic of the opposite sex into appetite."

"That's the kind of wizard Roan is."

This new information helped Krum to pull himself out of his resentment towards Harry.

He quickly followed up, "Can the magic power that was absorbed by the witch be replenished by eating?"

Percy shook his head. "A wizard's stomach and digestive capacity have a limit. If the absorbed magic is 10, then the extra magic gained from eating is 0.1."

"The magic absorbed from one act of pleasure is so great that it would take a hundred acts of binge eating to replenish it."

"If you drink supplements or eat dishes made from the flesh and blood of Fantastic Beasts that contain magical energy, it is possible to replenish them in one meal."

"But the amount of Galleons required for such potent supplements and dishes is undoubtedly Astronomy, and only Nick Flume could afford to eat them every day."

"This shows how precious Voldemort's magic for rapidly replenishing mana is."

Harry frowned. "Nick Flume is still alive?"

In their world, Nick Flume gave up immortality in 1992 and died with his wife.

(Ron: "Hasn't Harry been exposed? He's from the Muggle World, yet he knows about Nick Flume.")

(Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nicolas Flamel is a historical figure in the Muggle World too. Flume lived in 14th-century France and is believed to have discovered how to make the Philosopher's Stone. He has been claimed to have been seen for centuries because he was said to have become immortal. There are still streets in Paris named after him and his wife, Perenelle.")

Percy was not surprised that Harry knew about Flume's existence either.

Not to Weasley family were also very fascinated by the Muggle World even in this world, not to mention that the current Muggle World is regarded as paradise by the wizards, so they are naturally very familiar with paradise.

Percy could even recite the name of every British prime minister.

"Of course he's alive; he's behind the Salem affair."

"After this incident, Flamel and his wife regained their youth (the Philosopher's Stone in the movie world clearly states that one can only be immortal, and Flamel appears in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them), and rediscovered the joy of life."

"According to interviews with them afterward, the original plan was to live for several hundred more years, until around the mid-19th century, before destroying the Philosopher's Stone and ending their immortality. But now they can't imagine a reason not to continue living."

"The modern wizard's characteristic of becoming more handsome and beautiful the longer he lives is fully embodied in them."

"It is said that with charm alone, they can walk all over the Ministry of Magic as if no one else is there, and make every wizard they encounter bow down to them."

"Is it really that fantastical?" Harry asked incredulously.

But the shock of the ship arriving at the dock jolted him awake.

At Hagrid's shouts, everyone disembarked.

He led us up the winding steps along the cliff face to the castle gate.

A short figure stood there.

(Professor Flitwick frowned. "Why me? But I'm so handsome! Bloodline optimization is terrifying!")

(Professor McGonagall sighed, "Perhaps it's because I'm a witch, and also because I'm old?")

(She began to pray that her counterpart in this world wouldn't do anything that would dishonor the conduct of a teacher—like having a relationship with a student.)

(Hagrid complained, "How come I don't seem to have changed at all?")

(Madame Maxime comforted her, "You forgot, half your face is covered by your beard.")

"The wizards have all arrived," Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave this place to me." Professor Flitwick floated in mid-air without casting a spell.

The door opened automatically.

The front features a luxurious Marble Staircase leading directly upstairs.

They followed Professor Flitwick along the stone-paved floor.

Harry was quite surprised because they didn't go to the empty room at the other end of the hall, which was used as a waiting room for new students to be sorted into their houses.

Instead, they walked directly to the gate on the right.

The door opened automatically as usual.

The five long tables were empty, except for the professors seated in the High Table.

They all concealed their faces.

Professor Snape wore a black metallic mask that covered the upper half of his face; Professor Sprout wrapped his entire body in thick brown silk, leaving only his eyes exposed; Professor McGonagall transformed into a cat.

However, the most eye-catching among them was Professor Dumbledore, who wore a Winky white robe and an incredibly ornate mask that reflected Dotty mesmerizing Starlight under the glow of the sea of candles hanging in the air.

But none of this could overshadow her captivating, mesmerizing azure eyes.

Those eyes alone are enough to conquer any man.

(Grindelwald, who unconsciously stood up in shock, thought, "Even if she's Albus from another world, she's not a man—")

("So beautiful!" Almost all the viewers thought at the same time after seeing those eyes.)

(Hermione frowned; she felt those eyes looked somewhat familiar.)

(Basil quickly kissed her, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. To highlight Dumbledore's charm, he immediately gave her his eyes when he was at his most captivating.)

All the male wizards stopped in their tracks.

Even if you've repeated a year, studied for 5 years, and watched Percy countless times.

Professor Flitwick lowered his head beforehand, avoiding eye contact.

Dumbledore stood up. "That's the power of witches. Be careful, be careful."

"Unless your original goal was to be a stay-at-home dad."

"I hope each of you can graduate on time."

(Dumbledore's unease subsided slightly. "It seems I'm a good person in this world too.")

Harry and his two friends snapped out of their daze.

They discovered that Dumbledore's eyes had become unremarkable again.

Percy whispered, "Impressive, isn't it? That's the charm of the most powerful White Witch, and what's even more impressive is that she can control it so well."

"Follow me." Professor Flitwick led them to the long table on the far right.

(Many viewers familiar with the layout of Hogwarts speculated, "It seems the wizards are sitting next to Hufflepuff.")

After everyone was seated, he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts. It is an honor to receive a magical education."

"This is probably a cliché for most of you."

"But given the existence of new students, I'll say it again."

"You may have noticed, or learned about it before enrolling."

"Male wizards do not participate in the Sorting System. It is a four-year system. You will directly enter the sixth year and graduate in the ninth year."

"It's best not to be alone and to stay away from witches who are 6th grade or older."

"Especially among the sixth graders, there are many seventeen-year-old witches who are already adults hiding in the group of sixteen-year-old witches, and they are also playing the role of temperance witches."

"Apart from holidays, it's best not to come to the main hall for meals. The wizard's lounge is near the kitchen; just say the word House-elf will bring you food."

"The lounge is spacious and has been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, enough even for Quidditch."

"Even if you're just borrowing books, there's a library inside the lounge. If you don't have a book, you can use an owl to contact the librarian, Madam Pince, to arrange for it to be delivered to your door."

"In short, unless you're in class, it's best not to leave the lounge."

"Unless you have a female relative you can trust."

"Isn't a girlfriend a good option?" a senior male wizard asked.

"No!" Professor Flitwick floated in front of him, staring directly into his eyes and shouting, "I've seen too many tragic examples like this. A wizard was tricked by his girlfriend into going to an empty classroom, and then a bunch of witches swarmed in, and in the end he had to be Squib for half a year."

The sorcerer lowered his head.

Professor Flitwick floated back to the group, and after calming down, said, "If anything is missing, please contact Percy in an emergency. He is the wizard's contact person. He doesn't teach classes; he studies in the lounge. He's available almost 24 hours a day."

At this point, a buzzing sound came from the closed door.

It was filled with countless clear, bell-like laughs.

There seemed to be many more fragrances in the air.

Professor McGonagall had disappeared from the High Table area.

"Looks like I need to speed things up."

"The senior witches are outside now. After they sit down, the new witches will enter and participate in the Sorting Ceremony."

"After the Sorting Ceremony, everyone can have their meal."

After he finished speaking, he floated back to the High Table.

(Professor Flitwick was somewhat speechless. Although he could understand, the corner seat was usually Filch's, and now it was his turn.)

(And because Filch is a woman in this world, she sits even further forward than him.)

(Filch's disdain tinged with a hint of hope. "'I'm' a woman now, so she's not going to be Squib, is she?")

Professor Flitwick had barely sat down, and Harry and his two friends had only had time to exchange a few glances, when the door was suddenly flung open.

A strong fragrance wafted by, followed by countless beautiful witches with slender figures.

(Hermione looked left and right. "Why am I not here? It's one thing if Basil isn't here, he might still be in Castelobruxo, but why am I?")

(Basil comforted him, "It's not just you who's missing; haven't you noticed there are many new faces? The world is heading in a different direction; it's normal to have fewer or more.")

Without exception, they all turned their gaze to the long table on the far left, which was filled with male witches.

He let out a mischievous laugh that made people blush.

Then they sat down according to the division of the college.

But it seemed that not everyone was so honest, and that's when Percy stepped forward.

"Davis, when did you become Hufflepuff? Get back to Ravenclaw and sit down!"

"Donna, you're a libertine. Move to the back and stay away from the boys."

Percy also attracted a lot of teasing.

"Weasley, have you forgotten how we cornered you and humiliated you?"

"Pepper Potts, don't think that just because you have a girlfriend I won't dare to take advantage of you!"

"Your lips are pretty spicy, give them to me. Hehe!"

"The professors are all here, are they really that bold?" Harry swallowed hard.

This scene was undoubtedly a stroke of good fortune for countless men.

Not one of the witches is below average; every single one of them has a stunning figure.

But having been given a background explanation, he knew all too well what a nightmare this was for the male wizards of this world.

(Dumbledore frowned. "Am I not going to do anything about this world?")

(Professor McGonagall was trembling with anger. "This is absolutely outrageous!")

(Many of the true identities of the bold witches—the male wizards of the Hogwarts classes of 1988-1991 who were used by Basil as material for the licentious witches—all lowered their heads in shame after recognizing themselves, and provided Basil with a great deal of emotional energy.)

( By the Black Lake, Basil, who had already arranged to meet the beautiful Pansy from the movie and was now walking with her in another body, looked at his bountiful harvest and smiled with satisfaction.)

"We used to keep an eye on things, but ever since that Demon Man escaped from the brothel prison last year, our status has plummeted," Neville replied with a sigh after hearing Harry's words.