I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 30 I am the authority in this field!
Professor McGonagall put everyone's clothes back on, and she clapped her hands to gather the new students around.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

After Professor McGonagall welcomed everyone, he began to introduce the general situation of Hogwarts.

The school has four colleges: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Raquel and Slytherin.

Students' outstanding performance or violations in the school will add or subtract points to their own college, which will directly affect the highest honor of the school - the ownership of the Academy Cup.

But on the issue of the sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall omitted it again.

She just asked everyone to dress up and make themselves look more energetic.

This made the freshmen standing below flustered.

Especially Ron, who spent the holidays being intimidated by Fred and George.

Now that the matter was coming to an end, the fear accumulated in his heart began to agitate, and Ron was a little restless.

"John," Ron whispered.

"what happened?"

Ron asked next to John, "We won't be fighting trolls later, it's safe, right?"

"That's impossible!"

Before John could reply, a fat ghost with a strange smile on his face floated between him and Ron.

John felt as if a bucket of freezing cold water had been poured all over his body, and he shivered involuntarily.

Ron's eyebrows were pulled down desperately, and he looked at John for help.

If you really have to fight the troll later, I hope John can help him.

At least the whole body can be left
"Don't worry!" John patted Ron on the shoulder, "Trolls are too dangerous, and the school should also consider our safety, so we shouldn't dare to let us fight them."

Ron nodded, his heart slowly letting go.

"Even if you want to test it, it can only be a three-headed dog at most." John then added.

"what!"

Ron's heart rose again in an instant.

Is it you who have a problem, or is there something wrong with the enlightenment education I received as a wizard?
Are three-headed dogs safer than trolls?
At this time, Professor McGonagall came back, and she asked the students to stand in a row.

Then she led the new students through the foyer to a luxurious dining room.

John looked at everything around him in amazement. Although he had seen it in a movie, the feeling of being there in person was completely different.

Stars flickered on the dark ceiling, and thousands of candles floated in the air, illuminating the entire hall.

Rows of long tables were full of students, and their eyes were all focused on the freshmen.

John felt as if he had just performed yangko on the big country stage, but the next second he was notified that he was going to perform tenor at the National Opera House.

He straightened his clothes, feeling inexplicably nervous, staring at Professor McGonagall in front of him without squinting, waiting for her order.

Professor McGonagall put a battered hat on the stool.

The hat twisted its lower body, and the mouth-like gap kept opening and closing, making an ugly singing sound.

The tension in John's heart slowly dissipated in the out of tune singing of the Sorting Hat.

After warm applause, Professor McGonagall took two steps forward with a piece of parchment and announced the start of sorting.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"John Brock!"

John took the advantage of his name and was in the front row, so he didn't have to stand in the middle to receive everyone's attention.

He strode to the Sorting Hat, picked it up and put it on his head, and sat on the four-corner stool.

"Um"

The Sorting Hat's muffled voice rang in John's ear.

"Um"

Just when John thought the Sorting Hat was about to speak, it groaned again.

"What's wrong?" John thought to himself.

The Sorting Hat said leisurely: "You are a bit strange."

John's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the Sorting Hat had discovered his secret.

He couldn't help holding a beautiful pendant on his chest, which was a prop made by Ian for him.

It can protect the deepest secrets in his mind from being easily pryed into.

"Don't be nervous." The Sorting Hat said, "I'm just a little unsure. I've never been so embarrassed."

"Why is it difficult?" The strings in John's mind continued to tense.

"You are willing to study hard for knowledge, you are willing to go through hardships with your friends, you have the courage to break the rules and your strong pursuit of power." The sorting hat said, "Which college should I sort you into? I'm not sure. "

"I'm actually not that good"

John's mind was a little relaxed, and he couldn't help blushing.

This is the first time he has experienced such a scene of being praised face to face by others, and he has no experience.

"I am the authority in this area, I have the final say!" The Sorting Hat replied arrogantly.

John could only be forced to accept the Sorting Hat's compliment, and he tentatively said, "Why don't you assign me to Ravenclaw?"

Ravenclaw was the college he had long thought of, because there were only two colleges with better accommodation in Hogwarts: Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

The other two were either at the bottom of the lake or underground. He felt that he longed for sunshine and didn't want to get rheumatism, so he directly ruled out those two.

And Gryffindor had Harry, and he didn't really want to go.

Just keep the money relationship, and the rest of the relationship can take a while. Slow down.
So that left Ravenclaw alone, and there was a separate library there to help with his research.

"Ravenclaw?" the Sorting Hat murmured. "That's a good choice. I hope you enjoy your time there."

"Thank you!" thought John.

The Sorting Hat cleared his throat and turned up the volume completely: "Ravenclaw!"

"yeah!"

The cheers did not come from Ravenclaw's long table, but from Gryffindor.

The Ravenclaw sisters closed their slightly opened mouths and looked at Gryffindor suspiciously.

They wondered if they heard it wrong. The Sorting Hat just said Gryffindor?

The few people headed by Fred were still raising their hands and cheering. Seeing the eyes of everyone, they waved their hands politely.

"John, congratulations, go to your college quickly, don't delay the freshmen sorting later." Fred urged instead.

John glanced suspiciously at them, these guys must have something to do, and it must be related to him.

It's a pity that the reality didn't support his cross-examination in the past, so he could only walk towards Ravenclaw quickly.

At this moment, pleasant cheers sounded one after another, and the ladies and sisters of Ravenclaw warmly welcomed John.

Given John's looks, if the Sorting Hat doesn't let him come to Ravenclaw, it must be a major fault of the Sorting Hat!

"You sit here."

A pretty girl made room for John.

"Thank you!"

John thanked him politely, sat upright on the chair, and the tip of his nose was immediately surrounded by the fragrance.

"I'm Penelope Clearwater, the prefect of Ravenclaw. You can call me Senior Penelope, and you can ask me anything."

Peneno pushed the brown curly hair behind her ears, showing a delicate face, and said with a gentle smile.

"Okay, thank you, Penello-senpai."

John responded, his eyes lingering on the long table in Gryffindor.

He wanted to see what bad things Fred and the others had done.

Penello followed John's gaze, feeling a little puzzled.

Could it be that my little brother is an undercover agent sent by Gryffindor?
Are you in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han?
or.
　Ask for a ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)