Professor Snape, are you okay?

At night, the bright moon shone clearly. Even standing at a fifth-floor window, Mu En could faintly hear the exclamations of the Young Wizards down on the Black Lake.

At this moment, he was in his own office. In terms of space, the office hadn't changed much, nor did it have excessive decorations.

The desk and chair had been replaced by a tea table and a red armchair.

It was leather.

It was very new and soft to sit on, but without that familiar, molded indentation, Mu En still felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

In front of the sofa, there was also a square footstool.

Beyond that, there was a side door leading directly to the library, as well as a gramophone and a cabinet used for storing records.

When those House-elves heard Mu En's request, seeing that the office was too empty, they asked if he wanted some basic decorations.

Looking at their expectant eyes, Mu En couldn't bear to refuse and agreed. Of course, he had rejected paintings and photographs.

Theoretically, every painting or photograph in the entire castle could carry a certain degree of surveillance function and might serve Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Mu En couldn't help but look at a piano, his expression helpless.

Walking out the door, Cendrillon, who was directly opposite, greeted him warmly: "Good evening, Mr. Cat, why are you sighing?"

"My name is Mu En Jones." Mu En waved at her: "Sighing... just because I didn't know the House-elves would stuff a piano into my office."

"Is it too crowded?" she asked.

Mu En shook his head: "That's not it, it's just... it feels useless."

Cendrillon said: "They must have been inspired by a painting. But even if it can only serve as a decoration, they are usually piled up in the storeroom year-round, never seeing the light of day.

If the piano is like us paintings, I think it would be happy to be placed in your office."

Hearing this, Mu En couldn't help but laugh: "I think you're right. Alright, I'm going down to attend the opening feast, let's chat again when there's time."

"Alright, Jones... Mr. Cat!" Cendrillon waved: "You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't mind." Mu En waved his hand with his back to her and walked downstairs.

In the first-floor hall, the noise was deafening. Thousands of candles floated automatically, illuminating the entire vast hall, with shimmering gold plates and goblets set on the four tables.

On the dais at the front, another long table was set up; that was the staff table.

Mu En's appearance was not as unremarkable as he had imagined. On the contrary, his unique appearance drew whispers from many students.

However, apart from a small number of children, most of the talk was not malicious.

At the staff table, the various teachers took their seats one by one, and Dumbledore was already sitting in the Headmaster's chair in the very center.

Among the Hogwarts staff, except for Filch and one or two professors who didn't like to get involved in such occasions, everyone basically sat at the staff table; there was no strict division.

At the same time, this was the first time Mu En had seen other teachers at Hogwarts besides Professor Sprout. Of course, the one he met on the spiral staircase earlier didn't count; Mu En still didn't know what his name was.

After constructing the "door" in the Shrieking Shack, he had only come face-to-face with Hagrid, Filch, and Professor Sprout of the Herbology class.

"Mu En, welcome. I was just wondering what kind of introduction I should give you in a moment!" Dumbledore shook hands with Mu En.

"An alternative pioneer of an Animagus!" Mu En laughed.

"That's a good suggestion." Dumbledore nodded, pointing to his left: "Your seat, take it quickly. Minerva has already gone to fetch the Young Wizards, and the Sorting will begin soon."

Mu En nodded, arrived at his seat, and then looked left and right.

To his outer right was Rubeus Hagrid's seat; because he was too bulky, he had to be placed to the side.

And to his inner left was the somewhat greasy middle-aged man Mu En had met on the spiral staircase earlier, dressed in black robes. Mu En saw from the nameplate that his name was Severus Snape.

Further down was a man whose head was wrapped like a tumor, with a somewhat dazed expression: Quirinus Quirrell.

Not long after Mu En sat down, Hagrid came in, and the two exchanged greetings. Then, a woman in green robes walked quickly out of the large wooden doors of the main hall.

As soon as Professor McGonagall appeared, the noise below quieted down significantly. Arriving beside Dumbledore, the two whispered to each other. During this time, Professor McGonagall kept glancing at Mu En.

"Is this Professor McGonagall?" Mu En was a bit puzzled: "Why is she looking at me like that?"

"It's quite normal, isn't it?" Hagrid laughed heartily: "Look at the children below, half of them are staring at you."

Mu En could only smile bitterly: "Alright then."

Not long after, Professor McGonagall pushed the doors open again, leading a group of children inside. She told the children to be quiet, placed a four-legged stool down, and then set a hat on top of it.

"It's starting. Which house do you hope Harry is sorted into?"

"I don't know, it depends on the child's own choice. No matter where he is sorted, the things he learns will be the same, and that's enough." Mu En said indifferently.

Then he added: "But that hat is really quite dirty... Whoa, it can sing too! It didn't show off this trick when it was in the Headmaster's Office earlier."

The hat split a seam like a mouth and began to sing loudly: "You might think I'm not pretty, but don't judge by appearances... Slytherin... perhaps Hufflepuff... for I am a thinking magic hat!!"

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." Professor McGonagall said: "Hannah Abbott!"

A girl with a blonde ponytail stumbled up, put on the hat, and before long, the hat shouted loudly: "Hufflepuff!"

Seeing this, Mu En finally understood the whole process of the Sorting. Before long, Mu En heard a familiar name.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione walked up quickly, put on the hat, and clutched the hem of her robe nervously. Fortunately, the Sorting Hat didn't linger too long, but shouted loudly: "Gryffindor!"

A long time passed before it was finally Harry's turn. When his name was called, the entire hall erupted in shouts, and whispers broke out everywhere. Mu En even sensed that the professor sitting next to him had straightened up and leaned forward, as if wanting to see right through Harry.

This made Harry nervous. He looked up at Mu En before walking forward, sitting on the stool, and putting on the hat.

"Hmm," he heard a tiny voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. I see plenty of courage, and talent, and a thirst for knowledge.

You also have a great pursuit of power... no, wait, it is protection, a desire to protect. And... oh, my goodness, not bad—you are very eager to prove yourself!!

Well, this is interesting... where should I put you?"

"Slytherin!!"

A smattering of applause broke out at the Slytherin table, but Harry didn't care; he walked over and found an empty seat to sit down.

He only felt a bit of regret that he wouldn't be in the same house as Hermione.

At the high table, Mu En keenly noticed that the professor beside him had frozen for a long moment, right when Harry was sorted into Slytherin.

Hagrid also wore a look of regret: "Goodness, I thought it would be Gryffindor. It's such a pity, especially since Hermione is there."

Mu En waved his hand: "Indeed, who would have thought that these two good friends who knew each other before school started would end up, one in Gryffindor and one in Slytherin."

Crack—

Mu En turned his head to look at the glass that had shattered in the hand of Professor Snape, asking in confusion: "Professor Snape, are you alright?"

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"What Bad Intentions Could Batman Have"

Chen Tao never imagined that it would be one thing to transmigrate, but he actually transmigrated into Batman himself.

As everyone knows, Batman is brilliant, possesses extraordinary wisdom, and has god-like combat skills, but—what does any of that have to do with me, a transmigrator?

Oh! Never mind, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...?!? Wait, why are they all from parallel universe versions?