Hogwarts: I have the Kamui Sharingan

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just shook his head slowly.

Helpless, Professor McGonagall could only wait quietly for what would happen next.

The originally silent hall was in an uproar. Naturally, the senior students knew what Azkaban was. They whispered to the newly admitted little wizards about the information they knew about Azkaban.

Professor McGonagall glared sternly at the whispering young wizards to signal them to be quiet, then pursed her lips and looked at Zhang Xun, who was still waiting for the final result of the Sorting Hat.

The veins on Zhang Xun's hand hidden in his sleeve popped out. He never expected that the Sorting Hat could penetrate the mental power outside his head and directly read his soul!

In the world of Naruto, countless people have been killed by him or died because of him, and his soul is filled with the aura of death tainted by killing.

That's why the Sorting Hat directly exclaimed that he should go to Azkaban.

However, it is not Zhang Xun's character to sit still and wait for death. The abilities he just acquired are now put to use!

He closed his eyes and activated the soul breath camouflage ability that the system rewarded him with. His own mental power in his mind gathered together like a whirlpool, and then he transformed his mental power into the energy needed for the soul camouflage ability to secretly change his body. Soul breath.

And quickly weaved an illusion in his mind based on his guess——

It stands to reason that with the dark spiritual power in his mind surrounding him, not even Dumbledore would be able to take Legilimency from him.

Even if the owner of the Sorting Hat is Gryffindor, it is impossible for a hat to do what Dumbledore cannot do.

Since the Sorting Hat cannot directly read his memory, it may be that it has no choice but to directly perceive his soul.Then the goal of this illusion is very clear, which is to make it ignore the breath of death in Zhang Xun's soul.

The Sorting Hat, feeling the shocking aura of death in this little wizard's soul, couldn't imagine how many people this child had killed.

But suddenly, it was confused for a while. The smell of death in the child's soul seemed to be just because of the strange spiritual power in his mind. It once again felt Zhang Xun's soul carefully. This time, the smell in Zhang Xun's soul was the same as that of Zhang Xun. Not much different from a normal little wizard.

Did I really interpret it wrong?It seems that this interpretation ability has become rusty after not using it for a long time.

That's right, how could a teenage boy be a murderous dark wizard? When he goes back tonight, he will ask Dumbledore to find someone to take good care of him.

Feeling the sudden silence of the Sorting Hat above his head, Zhang Xun raised an evil smile on his lips. He made the right bet.

The Sorting Hat's interpretation of the soul is indeed not like extracting some memory fragments like Legilimency, but more like an interpretation of the nature of the soul. Of course, it can also see the memory fragments in the little wizard's mind.

And because it cannot read his memory fragments, the Sorting Hat can only detect the negative energy in Zhang Xun's soul. It seems that the abilities given to me by the system were all expected...

In the hall, everyone found that the Sorting Hat, which was shouting that he was a dark wizard, suddenly fell silent, and then it spoke without hesitation.

"Slytherin!"

Zhang Xun stood up with satisfaction, I have come this far, no one can refuse me anymore!His movements were still natural and elegant, and he carefully removed the Sorting Hat from his head.

Zhang Xun naturally would not leave any clues to make Dumbledore more wary of him. Before he left, he absorbed the remaining pupil power of the illusion, then gently placed his hat on the stool and faced the Slytherin table. Go.

As he walked, he could feel the eyes from the teacher's chair with his peripheral vision, including curious doubts, gentle recognition, deep scrutiny and cold gaze. He calmly walked towards Dela without squinting. From where Ko waved, many in the Slytherin nod at his calmness and ever-present elegance.

Although Draco felt uneasy about the Sorting Hat's words, he was still very happy to have Zhang Xun as a friend, and in Draco's naive concept, Slytherin was originally = Dark Wizard Reserve?

The little wizards at the Slytherin table looked at the handsome oriental boy who walked towards them and was dismissed by the Sorting Hat as someone who should go to Azkaban. There was sparse applause.

The group of little girls at the Slytherin table during the day recognized Zhang Xun before he was sorted.

So when the Sorting Hat was shouting loudly, the idea that the oriental boy was a red-eyed devil had begun to spread rapidly among Slytherins.

Zhang Xun ignored the strange looks from others and calmly sat down next to Draco. Draco saw that as Zhang Xun sat next to him, he involuntarily moved his buttocks away from his classmates with fear in their eyes, and stood proudly with him. Chest lifted, he enjoyed the gaze.

He spoke in a low voice to Zhang Xun, who sat next to him, "Xun, what happened just now is so shocking. I really hope the Sorting Hat can sort me into Azkaban."

Zhang Xun's mouth twitched as he looked at the silly boy's eyes shining, no, you don't want to.

Draco stared at Zhang Xun with bright eyes, "Xun, seriously, how did you do it? Even the treasure of Hogwarts couldn't misjudge you, and you still clamored to send him away." You go to Azkaban."

Zhang Xun thought for a while, then grabbed Draco who was in high spirits and whispered, "This is my secret, Draco. You know, a pure-blood family like ours has its own secrets."

Draco's face flushed with excitement when he heard this, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, this must be kept secret. I know that people like us must have some secrets of our own."

Zhang Xun smiled like you really understand me and patted Draco on the shoulder.

At this time, Draco had already begun to imagine that Zhang Xun's family must have amazing secrets.

Yes, a pure-blood family should have some unknown mysteries. It seems that Zhang Xun must come from an amazing family.

So much so that even Hogwarts' treasures that have been passed down for thousands of years went wrong in front of him!

The handsome young man next to me didn't know what he was thinking. He was drooling even though he was thinking about it, and he nodded incomprehensibly.

Zhang Xun lamented that it was best to leave the problem to them to figure out on their own.

He cleared his mind and thought about his next goals and plans.The Room of Requirement must not be left behind. It is even his first target. It is not easy to have a place where he can cast magic and practice eye skills at will.

He can also use his memories to try to study whether the ninjutsu from his previous life can be magically recreated!The difference between chakra and magic power, the difference between ninjutsu and magic spells, just imagining the future research direction made him tremble with excitement.

As the last new little wizard was sorted into Hufflepuff, the long table in the Badger Court burst into cheers and warm applause, and this year's Sorting Ceremony finally came to an end.

After the little wizard found his own seat in Hufflepuff, Dumbledore stood up. Today he wore a dark purple t-shirt and a blue pointed wizard hat on his head. He was kind and friendly. A gentle voice rings in the ears of every student,

"Dear new freshmen admitted this year, welcome to Hogwarts!"

He looked at the long tables of the four branches, as if he was looking at each little wizard again, "Before starting the dinner, I have only one word of welcome to say to the new ones, and that is 'Idiot! Crying! Residue! Screw!'"

He laughed happily, as if he had told a funny joke, and the little wizards on the four long tables also clapped their hands happily that the dinner could finally begin.

After a period of chaotic applause, he waved his hand to signal everyone to stop, and then sat back down. He tapped the table with the silver spoon on the table, and a mountain-like pile of delicacies appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.