Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

The silence lasted for a while. When Rollo took off the Sorting Hat and put it away, there was a burst of sparse applause from the Slytherin table.

When encountering this situation, even the Slytherin snakes were a little confused.

Although they are all proud to join Slytherin, although many of them are from pure-blood wizard families, although many of their fathers have followed the Dark Lord whose name cannot be mentioned in the darkest era.

But even so, when a child who is likely to become the next new demon king joins their academy, they will not accept it easily, or... they are also afraid of the dark power.

This is probably the realistic portrayal of Mr. Ye’s love for dragons.

Dumbledore was naturally keenly aware of this. He was the one who introduced Voldemort: Tom Riddle into the wizarding world. He was also the one who set fire to the wardrobe and used inappropriate means to make the young Dark Lord understand. thing.

Strength is power, strength is truth, and strength is the means of persuading others.

'Persuaded' by Dumbledore's display of power, Tom Riddle returned the toys that did not belong to him and was asked to apologize. This was an unintended act that Dumbledore had forced upon him with the burning wardrobe. will.

Unfortunately, by the time Dumbledore realized this, it was already too late.

And the child in front of me...

Dumbledore's eyes were profound. Although he heard the Sorting Hat shouting "Azkaban", he did not think that this child would become the next Dark Lord.

Unless... people put this label on him, and decided the final ending for him before everything started, so that he had to become what people expected to see.

Although there is no story of three men becoming tigers in England, some principles are the same.

It's just that now, Dumbledore can't tell the students everything directly, because he knows very little about what happened to Rollo. He relies more on guesses from his own experience, and blindly makes decisions when encountering unclear things. An open explanation is likely to cause greater misunderstandings and troubles.

"Thank you for broadening my horizons again, kid."

Dumbledore smiled and touched Rollo's silky hair. This intimate gesture made the discussion among the young wizards about Rollo's negative speculation become much smaller. As the most famous white wizard in Europe, Dumbledore's statement Can represent many things.

"That is really a powerful and wonderful protective magic. It protects your heart from malicious prying eyes. The previous Sorting Hat accidentally touched this magic. As the principal of Hogwarts, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. apology."

Dumbledore, who diverted the attention of all the young wizards in the room with his apology, had obtained the result he wanted. This explanation was enough to dispel most of the suspicions. As for the rest, the 'official' explanation could not satisfy him. When people are completely convinced, there are more ways to control public opinion, which is just a trivial matter to Dumbledore.

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Rollo shook his head gently. This calmness that was more mature than his peers made Dumbledore feel better about Rollo. Children who are calm in times of crisis can always get more admiring glances.

Disasters and hardships make people grow. In Dumbledore's eyes, it is not an exaggeration that this child who escaped death can perform as he does now. The persecution of death can often make people grow greatly.

"Go, the dinner is about to begin now, you are welcome to join Hogwarts."

Dumbledore applauded Rollo gently, and applause gradually broke out in the auditorium. The previously depressed atmosphere was released, and everything seemed to be back on track.

Dumbledore also appeared and walked back to his place on the high platform of the auditorium. At this moment, Dumbledore looked at the students with a smile on his face and opened his arms to them. It seemed that nothing made him happier than seeing the students gathered together. .

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: Idiot! Crying nose! Residue! Screw it!"

"thank you all."

These four incomprehensible words made the little wizards look at him with doubts, but it did not affect the little wizards from giving him warm applause.

Because after Dumbledore's speech, a dazzling array of dishes appeared out of thin air on the originally empty golden dinner plate.

The absolutely sumptuous dinner comes from the hard work of the house elves in the kitchen, whether it is roast beef with the aroma of fruity wood, golden and crispy roast chicken, or the common pork chops, lamb chops, steaks, and sausages, they are all made. Delicious food that will make your mouth water.

On the table in England, the potato series is naturally indispensable. Boiled potatoes, charcoal-grilled potatoes, fried potato chips, French fries, and mashed potatoes are all available in Pea Sprouts.With carrots and tomato sauce as a backdrop, the colors of the food become more colorful.

The most joyful and noisy place is of course the Gryffindor table. This year, they have the most eye-catching newcomer Harry Potter joining them. Coupled with the Weasley twins’ never-ending noisy temperament, the dining room is lively. He was almost brought up by them single-handedly.

It's just that at this moment, Luo Luo has no intention to participate in the excitement. He has not yet gotten over the fact that he is a descendant of Emperor Beifeng. He originally had great expectations and joy for this world, although he is not a havoc. A fan of magical creatures.

Before coming to this world, the dream he said out loud when he was a child was to become a Pokémon trainer. Although there are no Pokémon trainers in the real world, he still did not lose his love for small animals, worked hard to get into medical school, and determined to Become a glorious veterinarian.

But for some reason, he left school with his school-leaving certificate. When he was going to work in his family's ancestral slaughterhouse to kill pigs, a speeding dump truck brought him here. This was the beginning of all the stories.

"Is it possible for me now... to come into contact with those magical creatures?"

Rollo, who didn't know how to eat, stuffed mashed potatoes into his mouth and sighed and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Although I can like the beast-eared girl... the setting of being cute but inhuman... is really unacceptable..."

Rollo dropped his fork and held his head in pain. The broken emblem necklace dangling on his chest was as heavy as a mountain.

"what happened to you?"

A dry and cold voice reached Rollo's ears, and the air around him seemed to become cold because of the sound.

This unusual change made Rollo raise his head, and he saw a translucent figure emitting a pearly light coming to his side.

"It's Bloody Barrow. Why is he talking to people?"

The whispers from Slytherin students not far away let Rollo know the name and identity of the ghost.

"Maybe it's a little uncomfortable." Rollo forced a smile. In the eyes of others, ghosts may be forbidden to strangers, especially the bloody Barrow, but in Rollo's heart, there is no rejection of this. On the contrary, I felt that the cold-faced ghost in front of me was not that difficult to get along with.

"Listen to them, your name is Barrow?"

Rollo, who didn't know what to say, tried to stir up a topic to distract himself from the pendant, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

Bloody Barrow just nodded slightly, and no sound came out after that. As a ghost of Slytherin, Bloody Barrow was not good at words.

After a brief moment of silence, Barrow spoke.

"If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me."

He squeezed out these words coldly, and then seemed to turn around and leave.

"Then...thank you very much."

Rollo, who was also a little confused, could only respond like this. After hearing this, Bloody Barro nodded slightly, and then disappeared through the wall into the auditorium.

Many people at the Slytherin table, which was originally relatively quiet, noticed this scene. In fact, when Rollo came to the table, there were many Slytherin snakes who had been paying attention to him, and the Slytherin ghost, Bloody Barrow, who was considered famous among Hogwarts, had such a different behavior, which was naturally very eye-catching.

Maybe Dumbledore's previous words were indeed useful, or maybe curiosity took over at this moment. Rollo felt a slight movement next to him, as if someone was slightly closer to him.

"Hello?" Rollo said softly, turning his head slightly, and he saw a boy with brilliant blond hair.

The first greeting seemed to be beyond the boy's expectations. After a brief moment of confusion, he coughed lightly and extended his right hand to Rollo.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, hello."

This name sounded familiar to Rollo, but soon, Rollo remembered the origin of the name.

"Rolo Serkas Sadwind."

Draco, who didn't have any arrogance on his face, was just a fair-skinned and handsome young lady at the moment. The first impression that this first meeting gave to Rollo was actually quite good.

The two shook hands gently. After getting to know each other, the relationship between the two seemed to have become a little closer.

"Is there something wrong?"

Seeing the hesitant expression on Draco's face, Rollo asked. No matter how much an 11-year-old boy pretends to be mature, many things are actually written on his face.

"No, I just want to get to know you."

It seemed that the tsundere attribute had taken over the high ground at this time. Draco spoke insincerely, and a trace of blood appeared on his slightly pale cheeks, as if he was blushing slightly.

"You should come from a very old wizard family, right?"

In order to change the subject quickly, Draco continued.

"Even Dumbledore doesn't know about magic. It should only exist in a few ancient wizard families. But this is the first time I heard the name Sadwind. I thought I knew all the wizard families in England. .”

"Maybe, but I don't remember it clearly."

Rollo shook his head and smiled, then tapped his temple.

"As you heard at the beginning, I was kidnapped and attacked. Some of my memories have become very blurry. I can't give you a clear answer."

"Maybe after the holidays, after the Aurors have completed their investigation, I can go home and take a look. Maybe I can think of something."

"Is your home really in England?"

"Newcastle, if I remember correctly, is a castle estate protected by magic at the source of the Tyne."

The sporadic memories in his mind pieced together what 'home' looked like, but even Rollo himself couldn't restore the whole picture from the scattered clues.

"Castle? That's cool."

After chatting for a few words, Draco relaxed a lot. Although the Malfoy family also had its own territory and manor, the exquisite and gorgeous three-story mansion really couldn't be compared with the castle.

Draco, who had always been proud of his wealthy family background, regained some of his original arrogance when faced with this secretive boss.

"Maybe I'll write and ask my dad. He might know about your family."

After carrying his father out and briefly checking his presence, Draco finally asked the question he originally wanted to ask.

"By the way, Luo Luo, was Bloody Barro chatting with you just now?"

"Is this weird?" Luo Luo, who never expected that the real problem was this, asked curiously. What could be strange about the communication just now?

"Of course! I already knew before I came to Hogwarts that Slytherin's resident ghost, Bloody Barrow, is the coldest one in Hogwarts. Under normal circumstances, he never gets along with others. It’s impossible to communicate, let alone speak.”

"My dad told me that when he was studying, he never heard Barrow the Bloody talking to anyone, not a single one. All the ghosts were afraid of him, and even Pippi was not afraid of anyone. ghost."

"This is nothing short of a miracle, okay?"

After all, Draco is only an 11-year-old child, and his extravagant nature is still there. Boys always have a strong curiosity about mysterious things, and the more abnormal they are, the greater their interest.

"Maybe he is a good ghost, but he does things silently most of the time. He doesn't speak because he is low-key. Being sharp is not always a good thing, right?"

After hearing this, Draco paused slightly. He seemed to have heard this last sentence somewhere... as if in the study?He had heard words from the portraits of his ancestors in the frame, such as, "Smart people never put themselves in the most beautiful and dangerous position."

Draco nodded thoughtfully. Children didn't like to hear the truth, but if he participated in figuring it out, he could remember it for a while.

The simple conversation also quickly heated up the relationship between the two. Rollo was basically listening. Draco, who was chatting about everything, gave full play to his broad vision as a native of the wizarding world, especially when it came to Quidditch. His words became somewhat eloquent.

"You know, Rollo, if it weren't for the Quidditch selection starting in the second grade, I would definitely join the Quidditch school team. We have won the Academy Cup for seven consecutive years, and what I want is ten consecutive championships. !Hogwarts has never won ten consecutive championships!"

The high-spirited Draco spoke in quite professional terms, which made Rollo stunned for a moment.

"But that's not the biggest pity. I originally wanted my father to buy me the latest Nimbus 2000, but I can't bring a flying broomstick to the first grade. But it's okay. There will be a new model next year. I can give you one by then. Take the latest one and let's try out the Quidditch team together."

"Can't you take it with you?"

Rollo, who didn't know much about this, scratched his head and said, "I bought one to play with when I left Diagon Alley, but time is a bit tight. I haven't had a good stroll there yet. I'm going to fly to the sky later." Give the broom to Professor Snape?"

Rollo glanced towards the rostrum. Snape, with his sallow complexion and greasy hair, could be recognized in the crowd at a glance.

After all, except for a few bald professors, his head was the most reflective.

"You actually brought a broom? Is it Nimbus 2000?"

Draco didn't hear any of the words handed in to the professor. His attention was completely attracted by the word broomstick.

"Well, buy one and play with it. It's quite interesting anyway."

Rollo took off an exquisite leather purse from his arms. He used it to hold gold in the vault. Unexpectedly, the space was quite large, so he could also hold his luggage.

A broom handle made of mahogany was exposed outside the mouth of the bag.

"Don't be seen."

After Draco saw this scene, he quickly stuffed the broom handle back, "Even if it has to be handed over to the professor, before that..."

Draco showed a slightly cunning smile, "Shall we give it a try?"

"I can teach you. I'm really good at Quidditch. In school we can only practice with those old-fashioned rubbish. There's no way it can be compared with Nimbus 2000."

Just as Draco was about to continue telling Rollo about his plan, the dessert pudding on the table disappeared, Dumbledore, who was sitting on the high platform, stood up, and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"First-year students, please note that no students are allowed to enter the forest area on the ground of the school. Some of our senior students should also remember this."

There was a slight commotion on the Gryffindor table, and Dumbledore's shining eyes also swept over it.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the corridor during class; the review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. All students who are interested in joining the college team should contact Huo Qi Ms. Contact.”

"Finally, I have to tell everyone that those who don't want to suffer an accident or a painful death, please don't enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

A few sporadic laughs appeared in the direction of Gryffindor. Faced with these outrageous words, both Slytherin and Ravenclaw looked quite calm and quiet.

"I thought you would be curious." Rollo glanced at Draco.

"Some fool will tell us if it's dangerous there anyway."

Draco shrugged and said without hesitation: "Gryffindor is full of fools like that. Listen, they laugh so happily."

Then Draco stood up, and Dumbledore was talking to the students in a cheerful tone: "Before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

A long golden ribbon flew out of the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and in mid-air, the golden ribbon turned into lines of text.

With everyone's different accents, the not-so-weird school song of Hogwarts echoed in the auditorium in the weirdest way.

just listen-

(Here is the school song)