[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Seeing that Dumbledore's beard had been shortened a lot, I scratched my face, a little sorry.

Dumbledore seemed to notice my gaze, looked up, and blinked at me.

Next, he pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then gave a welcome speech.

"I sincerely hope that everyone has a pleasant and wonderful seven years here!" Finally, Dumbledore said.

And I finally know how to sort.

It's not that we can go wherever we want, it's not decided through exams, and it's not the teacher's choice.

Instead, put on a hat!

Every little wizard has to wear a black hat, and whatever the hat says, the little wizard will go to which college.

"Wouldn't it be too rash?" I was a little surprised when I saw a little wizard put on his hat and just touched his hair, and was immediately assigned to the academy.

"This is magic." A small voice came from behind.

I turned my head, it was Snape.

His eyes dodged a little: "This is the hat made by the founder of Hogwarts with magic. It is the most fair."

"Oh." I glanced at him, "Thanks for your explanation, Snape."

"You can call me Severus," Snape said suddenly, "Even if you were in Gryffindor, we'd still be friends, wouldn't we?"

I smiled at him: "Yes."

The two of us have known each other for several years.

Although he has a weird personality and is not handsome enough, but I am such a kind and considerate person, I will not stop being friends with him because of this.

As long as he comes to coax me after every mistake.

I am happy to maintain my friendship with him.

"Lily, are you really not thinking about Slytherin anymore?" Snape asked me again.

I looked at him: "Friend, are you serious?"

Obviously, it is sorted by hats, not whichever we want to go to. Is this useful?

Snape fell silent.

"Don't do this." I thought for a while and whispered to him, "You have to learn to be strong by yourself."

He looked at me strangely.

"What are you thinking?" He hesitated and asked me.

The branch is very lively, and we whisper here, and no one else can hear us.

So I said to him, "I know you're upset. I've known from the beginning that you don't dare to come to school alone. You see, I've already agreed to come to Hogwarts with you. Can't you get into the same school?" House, is it important? Besides, even if I go into Slytherin, I can't live in the same dormitory as you. In general, we won't be together forever, so you don't want to struggle anymore, okay?"

"Now I sincerely hope that you can enter Gryffindor." Snape said to me with a dark face, gritted his teeth.

"Hey, call me, wish me luck!" At this moment, Potter's voice came from the front.

Just now, the Sorting Hat called him.

Potter ran up very excitedly and put on the sorting hat.

"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

Potter smiled brightly, stood up, and waved to me.

Just as I was about to raise my arm and wave it at him, I saw a hand raised high in front of me and waved it vigorously at him.

It's Blake.

So, was Potter waving at me, or at Black?

Next, Black, Snape, and I were all sorted.

Snape went to Slytherin.

Black went to Gryffindor - which caused a commotion, from the Slytherin table, and even a swearing.

But Black didn't feel strange at all. He stood up happily, whistled, and ran to Potter and sat down.

regarding me.

After putting on the sorting hat, a voice was heard.

"Oh, pretty girl, let me see, which college is more suitable for you?"

"Brave and just? You have, but not enough."

"Smart mind? You have and always make the best decisions."

"Desire to learn? Oh, you don't desire, you are a bit lazy in your bones."

"Integrity and loyalty? This is not suitable either."

The voice murmured in my head, and finally said, "Then Sly—"

"Ouch!" Suddenly, the voice stopped.I felt the hat sinking on top of my head. The hat that used to cover my eyes now covered my nose, as if someone had pushed it down.

"Dumbledore, even though you are the headmaster, you can't interfere with my allocation of colleges. Well, well, it's all up to you. Then, it's decided—"

"Gryffindor!"

I'm finally in Gryffindor!

so happy!

From then on, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are my direct seniors and direct senior sisters!

I took off my hat, stood up, and ran to the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, Evans, sit here!" Potter beckoned to me, with a big smile on his face, he pushed away a short, fat little wizard sitting next to him, and let me sit there.

I just ran over.

"No, you sit here." I pointed to the seat he reserved for me.

If I were sitting there, Potter would have me on his left and Black on his right.

As if he was hugging left and right.

But if I'm sitting in his place, with Potter to my left and Black to my right, it's fine.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to the honorable Miss Evans." He jumped up with a smile, and jumped up a seat like a monkey.

I looked at him a little surprised.

Before, I always thought he was a lively, cheerful, but well-mannered handsome boy.

But now he's overly active, like he has ADHD!

Next, I discovered that I was sitting in this position, probably not a wise choice.

"Sirius, help me with that."

"James, try this, it's delicious!"

The two of them were already familiar enough to exchange Christian names.

Their cutlery was forked and forked in front of me.

Occasionally crumbs end up on my plate.

So, Potter and I switch places back?

Then look at the two of them as close as a family?

"Evans, try this, it's really good." At this moment, Potter stood up, brought over a plate of roasted chicken legs, and motioned for me to grab one.

His golden-brown eyes are full of enthusiasm, and the combination of exquisite features forms a rather seductive face. At this moment, he rolled up his cuffs and exposed a white, thin, but very powerful arm in front of me. .

"Thank you." I grabbed a chicken leg and smiled at him.

Then I saw Porter's cheeks flushed slightly, he sat back with the chicken legs, then put the plate full of chicken legs in front of him, lifted the fork and forked in, but it ended up in the empty space several times in a row .

"Potter, you took the chicken legs away, what shall we eat?" A girl's voice came from two seats away.

Potter leaned back hastily, as if what he was looking at was not a chicken leg, but something terrible.His cheeks became even redder, he hurriedly stood up, and offered the chicken leg to the other party: "Hey, here you are."

The girl stood up and forked a chicken leg without taking the plate.

Immediately afterwards, several young wizards stood up and forked chicken legs.

Potter stood like this until all the chicken legs on the plate were forked away, then he came back to his senses and sat down.

"Potter, pass me some ketchup." Beside, Black extended an arm.

Potter handed it to him.

"Hey, buddy, this is chili sauce." Blake frowned displeasedly.

This time everyone around burst into laughter.

"Oh, Potter!"

Someone whistled.

Even the seniors in the senior grades laughed happily.

"Hey, Potter, you can't catch girls like this!" Someone shouted.

Potter's face was flushed, he glanced at me, I pretended not to see him, and lowered my head to eat the drumstick.Then he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Then, please advise me, seniors and sisters, how can I catch up with girls?"

"If we had known, we wouldn't be single until now." A boy who was probably in the third grade sitting opposite him replied loudly, with no embarrassment on his face.

I think Gryffindor is really interesting.

Glancing at the long table in Slytherin, he saw that they were eating gracefully, none of them spoke loudly, and even if they had something to say, they leaned closer and whispered to others.

However, there are so many beauties in Slytherin, and the quality is surprisingly high.

Especially the two golden heads, shining so brightly that no one can ignore them even if they want to.One of them was pale gold, and it was a big boy with exquisite appearance.The other one is pure gold, and it is a young lady who is prettier than a doll.

"Your friend is looking at you," Blake said to me at this moment, with a tap on the right side.

I looked towards where he indicated, and sure enough, I saw Snape sitting at the end of the long Slytherin table, looking at me with pursed lips.

I winked at him and smiled.His sullen face couldn't hold back anymore, showing a disgusted expression, and he looked away.

I was certain in my heart that Snape really had a problem with his eyesight.I smiled at Potter, and Potter blushed, and is still being teased by his classmates to this day.But when I smile at Snape, he just hates it.

Then I won't smile at him anymore.

"Blake, do you know that big beauty?" I pointed to the blond girl and said to Black, "She's been staring at you."

Without looking up, Blake said with his usual languid emphasis: "Oh, it's my cousin. She's very upset that I'm in Gryffindor. There'll be a dozen Howler letters by tomorrow morning." Pass it over, call me a rebellious son, a scum, do you believe it or not?"

I was a little surprised: "Then don't you lose face?"

"Face?" Black laughed sarcastically, cut off a piece of beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously.

His pretty face even became distorted because of this anger.

I can't help but pity him a little bit.

It turns out that the wizarding world is really prone to families who abuse children.

It was the same with Snape, and it was the same with Black.

I thought Snape was abused because he wasn't good-looking enough.

But isn't Blake good-looking enough?Not the same!

Wizards are cruel to their children.

Didn't he just choose Gryffindor?The classes I attend will not change. Charms class, transfiguration class, history class, etc. The courses are the same, and the professors are also the same. What I have learned has not changed, so what is there to worry about?

Or my parents.

No matter what I am, they all love me the same.

I always remember, at the age of five, being unhappy because I missed two good morning kisses in the morning, running away from home.I threw myself in the muddy water, dirty and smelly, but my mother didn't dislike me at all, and held me in her arms to comfort me.

Thinking of this, my mood gradually became depressed.

I left my parents.Tonight, I don't have a goodnight kiss.

I don't know if it's because of the night, but my heart gradually cooled down. Even after drinking a cup of hot milk, it still didn't warm up even a little bit.

The feeling was familiar—I was going to be sick again.

The author has something to say:

Lily: I must separate Potter and Black!

Porter: →_→

Blake: ←_←