Dragon's Wealth Plan

The kind and holy light-year-old ancient dragon, the treasure under the crown of Miller. "

"Rejoice, human wizards."

hamburger and branch

Faced with the dull expressions of the wizards, Lord Millard took it for granted that their facial expressions were the reaction of being stunned by the huge surprise he proposed.

Therefore, Lord Milledo stood up very considerately, and decided to wander around and inspect his castle, leaving a little time for the group of wizards who were excited to call him his treasure.

However, a burly man who was much taller than the wizards walked in, and Miller wrinkled his nose childishly. He didn't like the smell of giants.

"Principal Dumbledore, the children are here, and I'm going to pick them up." Hagrid said loudly, and then he lowered his head and saw Millerdo in white. There is an inexplicable sense of fear.

children?

Miller blinked more, little treasures?

Miller, who was excited at the thought of treasure, didn't care what the white-bearded grandfather had to say, and waved directly, "Bring them in quickly~" The ending sound floated up directly.

Then a person started to circle around the wizards, "Ah, I want to meet new little treasures~ What should I wear~ I need to make a good impression before I wake up~"

"Oh~ treasures, treasures~"

"You all in black clothes are too weak..." Miller stopped and looked up and down at the group of ignoring people, "Well, the old man knows a lot, and wearing brighter clothes is more stressful than your black type." Suitable for kids~”

"My grandpa said that children are the future, and it is a pleasure to wait for the little treasures to grow into big treasures." Miller raised his index finger and pointed to the sky, the introduction.

Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled.

With a bulging face, Miller despised a group of black-clothed wizards who were unwilling to compromise and change their clothes. Sitting next to his exclusive act——Dumbledore, he looked at the group of little black-clothed wizards who came in. The wizards threw themselves directly on the table.

"Why, why, black clothes are the easiest to cover up the light..." Miller complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm late..." A man with a turban smelling like garlic pulled out a chair and sat next to the black man [Snape].

Miller lost interest after just a glance, and continued to slam his chin on the table, dejected.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the expressionless girl [McGonagall] walked in, leading the newly enrolled little jewels who had officially become Millerdo's treasures, and Millerdo immediately sat up straight.

Watching the first girl walk up to the teacher's seat, Miller was thinking about what to say to one of his little treasures, when he saw Professor McGonagall holding a black hat and putting it on the girl's head up, and the hat said a word, and the girl walked over to a long table.

The second and third... the children who came up were treated like this.

"Why do you wear that hat for the little treasures?" Miller asked about his birth, and all the wizards in the audience were stunned.

Those sitting at the long table were still discussing why there was such a young man in white next to Dumbledore, who looked younger than their sixth and seventh graders. Now at least they know... this person is not hiding his age Any wizard out of Hogwarts who would otherwise know the allusion to the hat.

Snape snorted directly and remained silent; Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore laughed, "Miletdo..."

"Yes: Your Majesty Miller, you are only granted the right to call me that." Miller turned his head to look at the face of the tallest person in the wizarding world, "My name has magical powers, and it does not conform to status or bestowal. You will be hurt by the title. My grandfather said that you should respect the old... Well, although the breed is different, you seem to..."

"Your Majesty Miller." Dumbledore directly borrowed the topic, "This hat belongs to the founder of Hogwarts. Mr. Gryffindor keeps it and assigns the children to which house they belong to according to their personalities. .”

Dumbledore is really rare to explain so clearly.

Miller looked disgusted, "You mean, this hat has been worn by countless people since thousands of years ago?"

Miller put one hand on the table, turned over, turned out from the teacher's seat, and picked up the hat with the tips of his index finger and thumb, "The hat from thousands of years ago... It doesn't look like it has been washed, and it has been worn by so many people. , Aren’t you afraid of contracting some kind of disease? Even if you don’t have a disease, dandruff can still make you sick, right? It’s dandruff from thousands of years ago, tsk tsk.”

"How dare you... I'm a great [beep-beep--]... Gryffindor's hat!" The Sorting Hat shrank and screamed.

"In front of His Majesty Miller, any title that is not for His Majesty Miller will be blocked~" Miller looked at the Sorting Hat rolling on Professor McGonagall's plate with great interest.

"Your Majesty Miller, please don't disturb the branch, use your..." Snape immediately attracted Miller's attention.

"Sorting? Is it to divide the treasures into piles? Oh~ I'm the best at it, look at me." Miller cheered, "Well, let's divide it according to the degree of brilliance, that little diamond, yes, it's you ... to this silver-green treasure pile over here, that amber, you are this golden-red treasure pile... and then..."

"Your Majesty Miller, your grandfather..." Dumbledore was also helpless at this seemingly powerful 'dragon' that appeared out of nowhere.

"Your Majesty Tong, I give you the right to call my grandfather like that." Miller said seriously, but the listeners were taken aback.

Not everyone can call His Majesty this time. No one in the two generations of Dark Lords dared to call himself that.

"Your Majesty, have you ever mentioned the phrase, 'Do as the Romans do'?" Dumbledore continued to speak indifferently, showing his calmness as the highest wizard in the wizarding world.

"Doas the Romans do [Do as the Romans do]? Do like that Roman?" Miller tilted his head and thought for a while, lost in memories, and slowly walked back to his seat, propping his head, his eyes rolling.

Professor McGonagall was worthy of being Dumbledore's most capable subordinate, and immediately understood and continued to sort the house.

Little Diamond walked onto the stage, glanced at Miller who was still thinking, gritted his teeth and looked at the hat that was approaching his head, "Slytherin!"

Miss Amber walked onto the stage, and the hat immediately made the same decision as Millet, "Gryffindor!"

The whole audience whispered the name that Professor McGonagall called, and Harry Potter, who was thinner than his peers, walked onto the stage step by step, and the Sorting Hat hadn't sorted him for a long time.Milledo came back to his senses at this time, and he suddenly remembered that his cousin once mentioned, do it like the Romans, and then ran to the Colosseum to pretend to be a mutant lizard and eat a full meal... But For the next ten years, the cousin and sister-in-law shared the same acupoint because of the smell of blood in the cousin's mouth.

"Little Emerald, do you like to eat Pygmy Beast with Smushi Sauce or Casso Braised Chicken Steak with Minced Parsley and German-style Thick Sauce?" Miller, who came back to his senses, always seemed talkative, more than 1000 years ago A purely sleeping dragon always needs to be considered.

Harry Potter turned his head timidly, "Sir...uh, I mean...Your Majesty Miller? Are you calling me?"

Miller nodded, looking at Harry with his chin resting on his hands.

"I...I haven't eaten..." Harry replied softly.

"Oh, it might be called differently." Miller thought for a while and said, "Then what do you like to eat?"

"I don't know... sir."

"Well, what do you want to eat?" Miller continued to ask, completely ignoring that a man exuding black air pressure was getting more and more irritable.

"Chicken burger? I... I don't know if there is one here, the food on the train seems to be very different from what I have seen. I just... saw Cousin Dudley eat it..." Harry was a little incoherent, "Penny Aunty said if I didn't show my nasty ability for a year... she'd buy me one. Oh no, that's not the nasty ability, I mean... Hagrid told me, That's magic power, not a strange ability..."

"Oh..." Harry held his head, very frustrated, "Sir, I'm sorry. Er...Your Majesty Miller."

The pressure of the irritable man instantly shifted the target, from the emerald to the old man with the white beard.

Everyone, big and small, as long as the wizard is in a state of 'muting' for 30 seconds, the savior Harry is a man who can't eat a hamburger, and thinks that magic power is an annoying ability...?All the treasures, big and small, looked at the old man with the white beard, and the old man with the beard was forced to keep his mouth shut.

Only the non-wizard Milledor could speak, so he did.

"Burger?" Miller knocked on the table, and a silver cutlery popped out, with two burgers on it. Miller swallowed one in one gulp, and threw the other to Harry, "Well, this kind Taste, little emerald, go to the golden red pile."

Harry took the hamburger and looked at the other teachers when Dumbledore said, "That's a special way of sorting, but why not? Harry, go to Gryffindor."

Harry nodded, bowed to thank Millard, and walked towards Gryffindor.

The next two who regained the ability to speak, with exactly the same appearance, jumped onto the long table in Gryffindor, "We have Harry Potter~"

The next kid came up to the stage, with red hair and freckles, and weakly raised his hand, "I like burgers too, how can I go to Gryffindor? Sir...but I like pork burgers not chicken...don't divide me To Slytherin..."

Millardo