The Sorting Hat's voice was as loud as ever.
Except for Albus Dumbledore, whose body tends to lean slightly forward.
Professor McGonagall and the other professors didn't show any change in expression; they merely glanced at Harry Potter few more times, but didn't complain about his sorting into Slytherin House.
Even Professor Lockhart only glanced at Harry Potter with interest before engaging in a "pleasant" verbal exchange with Professor Newt Scamander beside him.
Yes, this year not only did the great Alchemy Nick LeMay continue as Alchemy Professor, but Newt Scamander, a leading authority on Fantastic Beasts, also joined Hogwarts.
He will be teaching the third-year elective Care of Magical Creatures, after the previous professor was admitted to the intensive care unit at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for the most common reason for taking the position.
According to rumors circulating among the public.
He started searching for Dragon Dragon the Forbidden Forest Forbidden Forest of curiosity during the rumors that circulated last semester, and that's pretty much the end of the story.
For the last part of the semester, the third-year students had no classes, and Ian had only just learned this when he ran into Newt in the hallway.
" Professor Scamander, I have admired you for a long time... I have been hearing your Legend stories for many years." One could only say that Professor Lockhart's compliment was somewhat exaggerated.
He seemed to be flirting with the new professor, who had moderate social anxiety. Compared to the famous Savior, this imposter writer was clearly more interested in the newly hired Newt.
Admiration for writing.
But Ian always felt that it should perhaps be called longing.
"Perhaps there are other factors influencing my judgment, but without a doubt, you yourself possess Potter qualities. Slytherin can help you succeed, child, "Harry the Sorting Hat Sorting Hat said firmly as Harry Potter excitedly put down the hat.
"I wasn't expelled! I'm already very satisfied!" Since he hadn't heard Ron's criticisms of Slytherin, the only threat from Slytherin was neutralized by the young Wizard.
This Mr. Savior of the day didn't seem to have much prejudice against Slytherin. He glanced at Ian sitting at the Slytherin table and even thought that joining the house wasn't so bad.
Perhaps he misheard... Ian isn't a Ravenclaw House student? In any case, having a reliable and dependable friend in the same house is certainly good for Harry.
"Welcome!"
The Slytherin Prefect gave Harry Potter warm hug, but Harry Potter chose to sit next to Ian, probably never imagining that Ian was just a guest visiting.
" Potter! We have Potter!"
" Harry Potter belongs to Slytherin! I've known that all along!"
"Yes! Ever since my dad started using Potter brand shampoo, his hair has been falling out even faster. Since then, our whole family has firmly believed that Harry Potter is definitely ours, that he's Slytherin!"
Cheers erupted at the long table.
It was the Slytherin table, not Harry, where Potter Gryffindor have been. Of course, although there were no boos, the Gryffindor students were quite dissatisfied.
"Cheating! Someone must have cheated! They stole Harry Potter underhanded means! Just like they tried to steal Ian Prince using underhanded means!"
The twin brothers wanted to direct their anger at Snape, the head of Slytherin.
However.
Snape paid no attention to these guys; his gaze remained fixed on Ian and Harry, who looked embarrassed and even seemed somewhat humble sitting next to Ian.
His gaze was quite complex.
Especially after glancing again at the Gryffindor table and noticing the little girl asking others about Ian, his expression became even more complicated.
"Go back to your own academy!"
He used some kind of telepathic magic on Ian.
"Ah?"
Ian sensed that his Good Uncle's voice held less affection and more annoyance. He didn't know how he had offended him; perhaps it was because he hadn't written to his Good Uncle much during the holidays?
"Time to get out of here."
Under Harry's eager gaze, Ian stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from the back of his robe.
There are quite a few new students in Slytherin this year.
However, besides the Malfoy trio, he only recognized Pansy Parkinson. This little girl and the others dared not make eye contact with Ian for even a second.
It's clear that Miss Daphne Hard Work to spread the "gospel" of the "Demon King" during her vacation, to the point that she was probably "exhausted" and missed this year's Sorting ceremony.
They're using the same old tricks.
The ten-year-old witch probably didn't know.
She might escape the first day of the month, but she'll most likely not escape it the fifteenth.
"Where you go?"
Harry seemed quite concerned about Ian, which probably stemmed from a child's anxiety in an unfamiliar environment and a desire to be with someone they were familiar with.
"Of course I'm going back to my own house... I've been sitting here too long, and some Mind's Eye people are getting upset." Ian glanced at Snape on the classroom seat.
"What!?"
Harry was stunned when he heard this.
He realized that he might not have misremembered the college Ian belonged to.
My heart began to sink.
"Don't worry, the atmosphere in Slytherin is great, my best friend can vouch for that." Ian patted Aurora's shoulder hard, as she wasn't particularly interested in the Sorting.
"I'll look after you for Ian's sake," Aurora said succinctly, turning her gaze back to Ian was preparing to return to the Ravenclaw table.
"Just as I said, your [ Plague Outbreak Curse ] has significant flaws; it simply cannot possess the ability to spread across an entire city as you anticipated."
Her words were spoken with a serious tone.
It sent a chill down Harry Potter.
Mr. Savior could hardly imagine what terrible topics the two young Wizard had been discussing before he arrived.
Researching the corpse plague?
He felt that perhaps he didn't really need to be taken care of.
"As long as there are enough plague viruses, it's not a problem if they affect an entire country." Ian was quite certain of this; they had just been discussing the issue of [ Nuclear Deterrence ].
Aurora, or rather the ideology of Acolytes Education, believes that the Wizarding World also needs its own [ Nuclear Deterrence ], so Ian only offered some of his own insights.
A conversation between two people.
This made Harry Potter feel an increasing chill down his spine.
This seems somewhat different from what the Mr. Savior had imagined about learning magic?
"It's just academic exchange, like those pharmaceutical companies. They don't necessarily research viruses to poison others." Ian noticed Harry Potter's discomfort.
He came up with a reason that sounded reasonable at first glance—at least Harry Potter didn't find anything wrong with it. He felt something was strange, but couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
"I've heard of a virus called Ebola Virus... However, I think researching that kind of magic is too dangerous. Why don't we research magic that can make people happy?"
"Of course, if it's really necessary to study these things... I remember Ron has a Rat he doesn't want... That's definitely much safer than using humans for this kind of magical research."
After racking his brains, Harry cautiously spoke again, clearly Hard Work to fit in, but his nature made it difficult for him to accept magic like the [ Plague Outbreak Curse ].
Another debate ensued.
This only prompted Snape to keep urging him on.
Ian could only return to the Ravenclaw table with a sense of unfinished business.
"Ding ding ding~"
After everyone was seated, Albus Dumbledore, as was customary, rang his glass, and the noisy atmosphere in the Great Hall instantly became as quiet as in a classroom.
"I know you're all starving, but before we begin, I have a few things to announce." Dumbledore's voice, delivered with magic, reached every young Wizard.
"First, I must remind those mischievous little Wizard that your Dark Magic professor keeps some things in the Dungeon Classroom. It's best not to sneak near there unless absolutely necessary."
"Although he assured us and the Ministry of Magic that his pet wouldn't kill anyone, I don't really trust him," Dumbledore, launching into a scathing critique of Grindelwald.
The new students haven't reacted yet.
The senior students all started wailing.
Everyone knows that.
Who will ultimately face the consequences of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor has raised?
"The second thing is that, due to some unforeseen circumstances, our original professor for the Care of Magical Creatures may not be able to return to his post for a considerable period of time."
"Fortunately, I managed to convince your textbook author to substitute for him Newt Scamander will lead you through a whole new world of Fantastic Beasts."
Dumbledore's voice faded.
The Great Hall was immediately filled with enthusiastic cheers and applause, a stark contrast to what had been heard before.
"Oh! The author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!"
"He single-handedly established the Werewolf Registry the Ministry of Magic! He's a Legend!"
"Huh? I seem to remember this professor as a lawbreaker from childhood to adulthood? He even infiltrated the Ministry of Magic? My grandfather from America certainly wouldn't believe this."
"Yes, this proves that our United Kingdom Ministry of Magic is the true embodiment of freedom and democracy!"
Although there were some dissenting voices among the discussions, the majority of people were welcoming of it. Ian even heard Hermione complaining at the Gryffindor table.
"Oh my god! It's him! It's him! Mr. Scamander! Why do we have to wait until the third year to attend his classes!" Miss Beaver was clearly very familiar with the Hogwarts curriculum.
Her voice was rather plaintive.
Amidst the enthusiastic welcome, Newt seemed somewhat uncomfortable in the atmosphere. He stood up, bowed slightly, and gave a rather shy smile.
A youthful spirit seemed to have never disappeared from this old man.
Thank you, thank you everyone.
Newt was still a little flustered after sitting down, but fortunately, the thoughtful Professor Lockhart pulled over a plate and took the initiative to distract him and ease his nervousness.
"Try it, the House-elf ' cooking is definitely much better than what you had before you were fired."
His words were very direct.
Newt didn't detect any malice in his tone.
The somewhat socially awkward elderly man immediately started eating with his fork in gratitude.
"What kind of meat is this?"
However.
His expression turned somewhat terrified after taking a bite.
"It's Niffler meat. Of course, considering your expertise and insistence, the Niffler meat I used for the House-elf came from Nifflers that died naturally from falls and hadn't suffered the Niffler of slaughter."
Professor Lockhart's smile was quite radiant.
"!!!???"
Newt's expression was one of disbelief.
I haven't offended this bestselling author in front of me!
Why do you have to do this to yourself?
Workplace bullying?
An unbearable argument was clearly about to break out, but fortunately Dumbledore gave Professor Lockhart a sharp glare, which made Professor Lockhart purse his lips and admit that it was just a prank.
"It just tastes similar, nothing more than ordinary Rat caught in the toilet." His words did little to improve Newt's mood.
"Ugh~"
Newt even started to feel nauseous. The young Wizard watching from below the stage silently mourned for the kind, generous new professor for a full ten seconds.
" Newt, I heard you made a custom-made trunk for Ian?" Dumbledore had no choice but to pull Newt's seat slightly closer to himself.
He prevented his unfortunate successors from being further harmed by Grindelwald.
at the same time.
They also started trying to change the subject.
"Yes, it's clear he's very interested in raising... things that resemble living beings, so I offered him some help." Newt took a sip of water and looked at the young Wizard below the stage.
"I imagine there aren't too many contraband items in the suitcase you made for him, are there?" Albus Dumbledore asked, as if he already knew the answer.
"Forehead..."
Newt's gaze darted away.
No, no... not many.
His reply was barely audible.
Throughout the entire dinner, the most distressed person was perhaps not Harry, who had infiltrated the dark Wizard's lair, but rather the new professor of the Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts Potter.
The new semester has begun.
A joyful and vibrant dinner is underway.
Ian noticed that William and Michael seemed to have grown quite a bit taller during the holidays.
Did you eat Golden Fertilizer at home?
Ian, who was initially quite satisfied with his height, looked at Michael, who was almost 1.7 meters tall, and William was only a head shorter than him.
He felt insecure about his height.
What is Golden Fertilizer? Is it tasty?
Michael still loves chicken drumsticks.
Sitting opposite him, Rirym even gave his chicken leg to the Little Black Guy.
"You really did get assigned to Ravenclaw?"
Ian had little memory of his time at the Rirym branch, perhaps because he was engrossed in chatting with Aurora, sharing their holiday experiences and latest learning achievements.
"I've always been lucky, so naturally my Wish Fulfillment come true," Rirym chuckled in response to the young Wizard, his eating movements and speed quite elegant.
" European Emperor, huh?"
Ian gave Rirym, who was sitting opposite him, a suspicious look. The rest of the time everyone ate, and after the dinner, the Prefect led their students back to their dormitories.
"They live right across from us?"
His surprise deepened when he saw the blond boy's dorm room. Of course, since William and Michael were pulling him along, insisting that he go back to the dorm to see his precious baby, he only glanced back twice.
"Look! My mom modified this Flying Broomstick for me! It can even freeze drinks on the side!" This was Michael's moment to show off, but the broom he pulled out, which could be described as a magical "new energy" broom, was hard to judge.
Leather armchairs, a side refrigerator—all that's missing is a large color TV to make it perfect. It has to be said, Black Mom's understanding of transportation is quite forward-thinking.
"Are you going to play Quidditch or go on a long trip...?" Ian examined the modifications on it and could be said that there was no trace of the Cleansweep Four anymore.
"Look at my grandfather's work! It's an epic creation!" It can only be said that William's taste hasn't changed; he still loves underwear with other people's designs printed on it.
certainly.
This time, the underwear William showed was not a heated version, but rather "spy underwear" equipped with a " Undetectable Extension Charm " pocket from which various tools could be pulled out.
Perhaps it's because he spoils his grandson.
The patterns on the underwear can also be changed to suit the user's preferences.
"..."
Ian is even harder to judge than before.
What else could he say?
The only thing he could do was to praise his two roommates lavishly with high emotional intelligence, giving them emotional support. After his two roommates were cheered up, Ian began writing letters to send back to the Orphanage.
Arrived at school.
I need to let my family know I'm safe.
He didn't just write a letter; he also included the Pound Sterling sterling he had previously received from Mr. Granger, since he wouldn't need to use Pound Sterling while studying at Hogwarts.
"As before, place it under Ms. Elena's pillow; she'll thank the Pillow Immortal." Ian handed the task of delivering the message over to my own Black Phoenix.
Hehehe~
Black Phoenix readily accepted.
but.
"Remember, you're not allowed to steal money to buy snacks. Only a stupid bird like you would do something like a hundred Pound Sterling for a roast chicken!" Ian still gave Black Phoenix a stern reminder.
It's obvious.
He had encountered precedents.
After watching the Black Phoenix fly out the window and disappear into the Night Curtain, Ian packed his things, washed up a bit, and went to bed.
I have a lot to do tomorrow.
Falling asleep is not difficult.
Ian fell into a deep sleep after only closing his eyes for a few moments. The little Wizard thought he was going to have a sweet dream, but he never expected to encounter such an unexpected situation.
"Huh? This... why today?"
A familiar feeling arose.
The boundary between life and death is crossed silently.
Ian opened his somewhat bewildered eyes.
(End of this chapter)