Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 145 Branch

 After Kyle sat down, Professor McGonagall happened to walk to the triangular stool.

 The cheers in the auditorium gradually died down.

 Professor McGonagall picked up her hat.

“Whoever’s name I call now will put on his hat and sit on the stool to wait for sorting.”

 “Hannah Abbott!”

 A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat.

 After a moment’s pause—

 “Hufflepuff!”

 The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to Hufflepuff.

Susan Bones, who was sorted second, was also sorted into Hufflepuff. Amidst applause, she quickly ran to sit next to Hannah.

 The subsequent sorting went on in an orderly manner, and Hermione and Neville all went to Gryffindor.

Malfoy also got his wish and went to Slytherin.

There are also Harry and Ron. Not surprisingly, they are also Gryffindors.

Kyle noticed that Dumbledore at the guest of honor looked particularly happy. He clapped his hands and even unabashedly picked up the college cup and gestured towards Harry.

 “This old bee.”

Kyle curled his lips. He knew that Dumbledore would cheat on Harry, but it was a bit too much to show it so blatantly.

 Compared to Dumbledore, Professor Snape was not so happy.

But he didn't look at Harry. Instead, he squinted his eyes and stared directly at the Sorting Hat, as if he would take out a bottle of potion and pour it on the broken hat in the next second.

 After the last freshman was sorted into Slytherin, Snape immediately stood up and wanted to help Professor McGonagall send the sorting hat back.

 But was rejected.

"Thank you, Severus, but the list of new students needs to be placed in the designated location, and you may not be able to find it." Professor McGonagall glanced at him with some confusion, then rolled up the parchment and left with the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore stood up, looked at everyone with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them.

 “Welcome!”

He smiled and said: "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

 “That’s it: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!”

"thank you all!"

As Dumbledore sat down again, a large amount of food appeared on the originally empty plate.

 “Oh, I hate carrots…”

Mikel looked at the vegetable soup in front of him and said to Ryan next to him: "Can we change seats?"

Ryan, who was chewing corn on the cob, shrugged indifferently, stood up and changed positions with Mikel.

 He is not picky about food and will eat everything.

“Kyle, do you know what the principal just said?” Cedric asked doubtfully.



 The words spoken are also obscure and difficult to understand.

"I'm not very sure." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "It probably refers to our views on the other three colleges. Just like the smart Ravenclaws, don't they always think that people in other colleges are idiots? ?"

"is that so…"

After being reminded by Kyle, Cedric quickly thought of the meanings of the other three words, nodded thoughtfully and said: "That makes sense."

There are many speculations about Dumbledore's words, but no matter how reasonable they are, they are still just speculations.

 No one knows what he really thinks.

 The only person who might know is still imprisoned in Nurmengard at this time.

 …

　　Everyone ate very happily, until finally, the last few pieces of pumpkin pie disappeared from the golden plate.

 After the delicious feast, Dumbledore stood up again. “Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you.”

“First of all, there is the familiar Professor Quirrell, who took the initiative to apply to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts vacancy.

And Professor Charity Bubbaji, who will be our new Muggle Studies professor. "

Two wizards, a man and a woman, stood at the guest table. One was timid and the other was in high spirits.

 The auditorium burst into fairly warm applause.

But these applauses were almost all given to Professor Caredi Bubaji.

 As for Professor Quirrell, he has completely benefited from her... He is just a young professor, so there is nothing to welcome him.

Not far away from Kyle, a senior student exclaimed: "I actually took the initiative to apply to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Why didn't I find Professor Quirrell to be so brave before?"

 After the applause, the two sat back down again.

Dumbledore continued: "Attention first years, the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to any student.

 You must remember that if someone invites you to go there, even if it is the professor you are most familiar with, please do not agree. This is very important. "

 When he said this, Kyle felt countless eyes suddenly looking at him.

This made him speechless for a while.

Hello guys, is this a public execution?

 Fortunately, Dumbledore did not waste too much time on this and continued: "Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors during class.

Do not bring magical plants from the greenhouse back to the castle, especially those that are dangerous. "

Dumbledore glanced at Kyle with his shining eyes.

The corners of Kyle's mouth twitched, but he quickly calmed down.

Although he didn't know how Dumbledore knew, it didn't matter. He gave the principal this face and would not touch the plants brought from the greenhouse this semester.

“The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the student team please contact Ms. Huo Qi.”

“Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.”

Kyle couldn't help but laugh. The traces of fishing were not too obvious, and he used a straight hook. But he didn't expect Voldemort to believe it.

He didn't even think about it. If Dumbledore had no backup plan, would he tell everyone the location directly?

 No, Voldemort is just a wandering spirit now, using Professor Quirrell's shared brain, and occasional downtime is normal.

"He's not serious." Mikel's face turned pale.

"Unlikely." Cedric shook his head and said, "At least it won't be as serious as what he said. If Hogwarts really was such a dangerous place, it would have been completely sealed long ago."

 After that, after everyone finished singing the school song, Dumbledore announced that it was time to go back and rest.

Kyle did not move and turned to look at the Gryffindor table.

 It’s time for someone to make good on their bet.

 “Oh...damn it!”

 “I thought he had forgotten.”

Fred and George sighed, and threw a toffee into their mouths with a grimace under the puzzled looks of Harry and Ron.

"Wow…"

 “Oh~~”

Amid the shock and laughter, Fred and George swung their two three-foot-long tongues and danced a tap dance next to the table.

 This clause was not included in the bet, it was added by them themselves.

Because they have to be careful not to step on their tongues, Fred and George always twitch when they tap dance, looking very magical.

 “Oh~~”

 There was laughter and cheers all around again.

Even Dumbledore was attracted by their unique shapes and unique dance steps, and watched them with interest.

Professor McGonagall was the only one standing there with a livid face, her mouth almost pursed into a straight line.

Diving once last year was not enough, why not do it again this year?

 (End of this chapter)