"No, it was nothing," Snape said dryly. With a wave of his hand, the shattered glass and spilled liquor on the table vanished at once.
Mu En keenly noticed Harry's expression twitch. Then Harry raised a hand to his scar.
Harry turned his head and looked over.
Everyone along that row—Snape, Mu En, and Hagrid—was looking at him.
There was also Professor Quirrell, with his back to Harry.
Hagrid waved at him and greeted him with a smile.
"Strange..." Harry covered his forehead, feeling that something was off. His scar rarely hurt. What had caused it this time?
Before long, the Sorting Ceremony came to an end.
Dumbledore rose to his feet as well. Beaming at the students, he spread his arms. "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts for the start of a new school year!
"Before the feast begins, I would like to say a few words. And they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
With that, he gave a slight formal bow and sat down. Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall.
To be precise, Gryffindor's applause made up for Slytherin's sparse, perfunctory clapping.
"My father always said he was mad," Draco said to Goyle, seated diagonally across from Harry.
When he turned back, he caught sight of Harry again and gave an uncomfortable snort.
Harry sighed helplessly, entirely unconcerned. More than that, he cared about the coming feast. At noon, he had only bought a few snacks on the train.
Just as he thought that, his plate suddenly filled with food.
In the blink of an eye!
On Mu En's side, seeing the food that had suddenly appeared on the table, he showed no restraint. He first poured himself a full glass of beer, clinked glasses with Hagrid, and then dug in heartily.
After everyone had eaten and drunk