HP’s daily life at Hogwarts

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"Next, Harry Potter!"

Following Professor McGonagall's roll call, all the students in the auditorium exclaimed. Along with the large and small discussions, a thin boy with black hair and green eyes pinched his sleeves, looking happy and mixed with I walked to the sorting hat nervously.

After about three or four minutes of touching, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

The white-bearded headmaster nodded and smiled lovingly at the boy. This made Harry feel extremely happy and excited. He almost ran to the long table of Gryffindor, and then headed towards the unsorted house. A girl with short black hair in the freshmen team looked over and smiled at the girl.

At the same time, Malfoy, who was sitting on the Slytherin table, crossed his arms and said to the big fat boy next to him: "I knew that reckless bastard would definitely be sorted into Gryndofen."

The big fat boy didn't care much about the bad guy. He just looked worriedly in the direction of the freshmen team and said, "I'm more worried about Pansy, because when I was about to go up to the sorting hospital just now, she told me that she didn't want to come to Sri Lanka." Letling.”

Draco immediately turned his head and shouted: "What! She doesn't come to Slytherin? Then where does she want to go? To those stinky lions?"

Goyle shook his head: "No, she said she wanted to go to Arcaban to see if the legendary Sirius was as handsome as the legend."

Draco: "..." He stopped talking for a while, then frowned and said: "I really don't understand what she was thinking about all day long after she came back from a trip to Germany two years ago. What, when she came to my house for the Christmas dance last year, she actually told me that one day she would marry my mother."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall called out to the protagonist of their discussion: "Next, Pansy Parkinson!"

Draco immediately turned his head to look at the Sorting Hat on the stage, and cursed: "Huh, if she didn't come to Slytherin, I would never be friends with her again."

Five minutes later, the Sorting Hat was silent.

Vice Principal McGonagall felt a little strange and thought something had happened, so he reached out and lifted the Sorting Hat. Then everyone in the auditorium heard the majestic voice of the Sorting Hat: "Put me down! Put me down quickly! I'm looking at Let’s get to the exciting part of “Breaking Up in the Bathroom”!”

Mag: "???"

Dumbledore: "???"

The two protagonists of “Break Up in the Toilet” who still don’t know themselves: “???”

Everyone was puzzled, but Pansy sat on the stool alone and clicked out a dream Barbie fashion mansion with her toes.

Although McGonagall didn't understand what the Sorting Hat was saying, she still reminded it very seriously: "Sorting Hat, we are now at the sorting ceremony." It's not in the principal's office filled with honey and candies. You go to it every year. On this day shift, please, like me, abide by professional ethics, okay?

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Okay, okay, put me down first... It's true, it's rare to meet a polite and interesting little wizard..."

The polite and funny little wizard Pansy died. When the Sorting Hat returned to her head, she immediately said in her mind: "Mr. Hat, please sort me quickly."

"What's the rush? I've already sorted it out."

“Where do I fit in?”

"You are upright, optimistic, gentle, and funny. Of course you are suitable for Hufflepuff. This is something that cannot be doubted."

Pansy was stunned for a moment, and immediately started discussing with him: "No, I want to go to Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat looked puzzled: "Why?" Why are today's little wizards so independent? The same goes for the one with the scar on his head just now. I already told him that he is suitable for Slytherin and he must go to Gryffindor.

"Because I'm Pansy Parkinson, Parkinson, did you know that?"

"I know, I just saw it in your mind. This is a degenerative disease of the nervous system in middle-aged and elderly people. The specific symptoms are: muscle stiffness, tremors, inability to maintain balance and memory loss, etc."

Pansy: "..." I'm talking about Parkinson, one of the two pure-blood families in the wizarding world! What's the matter with your hat? Are you being robbed?

Sorting Hat: "Oh, don't scold me secretly. You know I'm wearing it on your head now, and I can hear all your thoughts."

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense to you. I'm going to Slytherin. Don't ask why. The question is that although I don't discriminate against Hufflepuff, a beautiful, gentle, kind and upright college, it's because my family is a stubborn one. If the old pure-blood family knew that I went to Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin, they would kill me."

Pansy blinked and continued to talk to the Sorting Hat in her mind: "And I think, in fact, I still have a little bit of the qualities that Slytherin has, and of course there is more importantly, the things that I love and admire. People are in Slytherin, which is also an important reason why I want to choose Slytherin."

Hearing her last words, the Sorting Hat started gossiping excitedly: "Who is it? Who do you like? Which boy from "Break Up in the Bathroom" did I see in your mind just now? Is it the blond one or the black one?" After asking, he started to squirm again and said hesitantly: "But I still advise you to study hard first. After all... I think the two boys with golden hair and black hair are more suitable for each other."

Pansy: "Oh! Of course, even if I am fake, their love for each other cannot be fake!"

"Then who do you like? Is it the ghost girl who was watching in "Break Up in the Bathroom"? God...you girls are so weird now."

Pansy showed a mysterious and lewd smile: "No, all our girls now like Professor Snape behind you."

The Sorting Hat was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting: "omg!"

Mag standing next to him: "???"

Every faculty member at the teacher's desk, including Dumbledore, was a little confused. The sorting hat had been worn on this new student's head for more than ten minutes, but it had not yet been sorted out which house she should belong to. This was the previous sorting. A rare thing in a ceremony.

At least it was so rare that Dumbledore had never seen such a rare thing after being the headmaster for decades, so he frowned and stood up, staring straight at Pansy's little back.

On the long Slytherin table, Draco grabbed the hand of the fat boy Goyle: "What's going on? Is... Pansy really going to be assigned to Arcaban?"

Gall: "Oh my God! I thought she was joking."

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Pansy, who was so embarrassed that she felt ashamed, was even more embarrassed, and she quickly shouted in her head: "Please, Mr. Hat, please sort me into Slytherin... now everyone looks at me like a monkey."

The Sorting Hat hesitated and insisted on his opinion: "I still think Hufflepuff is more suitable for you."

"You actually want to prevent me from approaching the professor! You are simply too cruel, ruthless, and unreasonable!"

"You actually scolded me!"

"Quickly sort me into Slytherin!"

"No, I will sort you into Hufflepuff!"

"If you are going to sort me into Slytherin, I will call my friend, the brave Harry Potter, and put the sword of Gryffindor in your hat, then insert it, and then insert it again." , □□ inserted it again.”

Sorting Hat: "What the hell?"

"So sort it out quickly...please, brave and handsome Mr. Hat."

The Sorting Hat hesitated.

"You sort me into Slytherin. Next time I go to the principal's office to find you and show you the plot of the golden retriever and the black retriever's "Thousand Paper Cranes Passing Love Letters" in class."

"Okay, then it's settled." The Sorting Hat coughed a few times, then twisted his butt and shouted super loudly in the auditorium: "Slytherin!"

No one applauded because everyone was confused. The first person to react was McGonagall, who was closest to Pansy. She picked up the sorting hat and looked at the new student with short black hair in front of her with some curiosity, and then said with a sullen face. She said: "Ms. Parkinson, you can go down now." Then she continued to resume her work: "Next, Rilla Max."

Slytherin finally reacted and applauded Pansy.

Dumbledore sat down at the teacher's desk, stroking his beard.

Quirrell, who was wrapped in a turban, stammered and leaned into the ear of Snape, who was wearing a black wizard robe next to him: "Ssssssssssssssssssssss face Snape's face, that freshman... whyss it took so long to separate? "

Snape said coldly: "How do I know why that hat stayed on a head like splendens for so long?"

Sorting Hat: What splendens! There are treasures there!

Quirrell was offended by Snape's indifference and stopped talking. He retracted his seat, then secretly hid the murderous intent deep in his eyes and looked towards the long table on Gryffindor... …

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Draco gave the seat next to him that had been reserved for a long time to Pansy, and then immediately asked her impatiently: "Pansy, why have you been divided into different houses for so long? What did that old hat talk to you about?"

Pansy saw a table full of kids staring at her, feeling a little embarrassed. However, she was not as thick-skinned as these kids. She immediately put on a solemn and forbearing expression and spat out something mysterious. One sentence: "This matter is of great importance, and there are many people here with mixed opinions. I will tell you in detail when I return to the dormitory."

Gower immediately became nervous: "What happened Pansy? Is there any danger?" Even the seniors couldn't help but turn around and stare at Pansy.

"Shh!" She hurriedly put a finger to the big fat boy's mouth: "Goyle, don't ask, this is a major matter related to saving the world!"

Goyle immediately pinched the tablecloth on the dining table excitedly, unable to hold back but suppressing his middle-aged boy soul. Draco on the side was a little unconvinced and looked at her with suspicion: "Pansy, You'd better make sure you're not talking nonsense, or I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, Pansy interrupted: "I know what you want to say. You must say 'Otherwise I will tell my dad!' right?" After she finished saying this, She couldn't help but reached out and pinched his face: "Xiaolong, you are so cute."

Draco blushed angrily at her: "Don't call me that!"

"Which one?"

"Pansy, I'll never pay attention to you again!" He snorted and turned his head, then angrily changed seats with Goyle next to him.

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After the sorting was over, a lot of delicious food appeared on the table. Goyle immediately forgot about saving the world and concentrated on... grabbing the chicken legs and cream of mushroom soup on the table. Even Pansy was there After seeing this big living meal, I was as excited as an eleven-year-old child, grabbing the chicken legs in Gower's bowl.

To be honest, cream of mushroom soup is pretty good!

Pansy looked towards the teacher's chair while drinking. Sure enough, she saw Dumbledore staring at her, so she looked very calm and raised her juice glass and drank with him remotely.

Dumbledore was originally distracted by Pansy because of her specialness when she was sorted, so he stared at her at this moment. But when he saw the other party raising a cup to toast him, he was not only stunned, but He felt a little surprised, but he didn't show such an expression. He just smiled at her, then raised his wine glass and drank with her from a distance.

Pansy: Damn it! Dumbledore alive! Wuwuwu... My ad and I have a toast, and now only my gg is left. Wuwuwu!

Wait... who is this person dressed in black and looking towards me?

As a result, unlike Harry Potter who was frightened by Snape's eyes at the Gryffindor table next door and quickly averted his eyes, Pan, who had been bullied by Rowling, fan fiction, fan music, and fan editing for several years, Xi, on the long Slytherin table, showed Snape a bright and silly smile, and then waved his hand excitedly.

Snape looked at her stupidity, showed a slug-eating expression, and looked away with a dark face.

Pansy: Damn it! Woohoo, Wife Sifu, Wife, look at me again!