MTL - The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts-Chapter 15 The Sorting Hat's Song

Penello glanced out the window of the car. It was already dark, and the mountains and forests shrouded in the twilight seemed to be stained with a layer of deep purple, and the train gradually slowed down.

"I'll go back to my box to change my robes, and see you when I'm sorted, Mr. Moriarty." Lilith waved to Moriarty, got up and left.

Penello also took out the wizard's robe at this time, and Moriarty took Percy out and asked Penello to change it first.

Five minutes later, the train stopped, and the little wizards pushed and shoved, swarming to the door, and descended to a dark and small platform.

Under the leadership of Hagrid, the little wizards boarded the boat in groups of four, with Moriarty, Penello, and Percy being the last group.

They were about to get on the boat when Lilith came over.

She winked at Moriarty mysteriously: "When I went back to the box to change my robes, I heard a message.

Most purebloods are delighted by your presence, but you know, wherever you are, there are always a handful of people who don't fit in, they're awkward and annoying.

so? Mr. Moriarty, you need to..."

"I need to be cautious all the time, right? I don't think I need to." As if what Lilith said didn't exist, Moriarty just glanced at her and looked away.

Moriarty's plan included dealing with the pure-blood family, whether it was a patriarch like Lucius Malfoy or a pure-blood wizard at Hogwarts.

As the boat sailed forward across the lake, a huge castle soaring into the sky entered Moriarty's line of sight.

A warm feeling flowed in the Slytherin staff, and Moriarty was sure that he had not mobilized magic power. That must be the special connection between Hogwarts and the Slytherin staff.

For the staff, it's homecoming.

Moriarty immediately thought of some little secrets hidden in Hogwarts.

With the staff there, it might not take much time to find those secret passages, and it might be possible to open the secret room without snake language.

Seeing Moriarty's thoughtful look, Percy took the initiative to stir up the topic in order not to be cold: "It is said that the new students entered Hogwarts by boat in groups of four to commemorate Hogwarts. The Big Four of Gwarz..."

However, Percy's efforts failed. Lilith crossed her arms and stared at Moriarty's profile with interest. Penello also looked at the castle like Moriarty, her eyes were full of longing.

The speed of the boat is not very fast, but the longing and fantasy of the little wizards with wings made the time pass quietly.

After crossing the lake, walking through the tunnel, coming to the grass, and climbing the stone steps, the little wizards finally came to a huge oak door.

Hagrid's mission is now over. There may be more purebloods this year. Moriarty heard many little wizards humming contemptuously when Hagrid left.

But before these little wizards started to brag, Professor McGonagall opened the door and walked inside with the new student.

They walked all the way to a small empty room at one end, and Professor McGonagall glanced sternly at the freshman, his eyes lingering on Moriarty for a while, and Moriarty was sure she recognized him. .

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first determine which house you are going to."

Professor McGonagall paused, her glasses reflecting the light of the torches, making her look both divine and majestic.

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history, and each has produced outstanding wizards."

Penello now understands why Moriarty has received attention, but she is not very happy, she feels further away from Moriarty.

Next, Professor McGonagall introduced about the extra points and the college cup, leaving some time for the freshmen to organize their appearance.

At this moment, more than twenty ghosts of Hogwarts—Barrow the Bloody, Lady Grey, Nick who was almost headless, and the fat monk jumped out from the wall of the room.

The ghosts, led by the **** Barrow, drifted past the freshmen as if they were looking for something. Nick, who was almost headless, saw Moriarty and screamed: "Look, Barrow, look. Look! He looks exactly like Headmaster Salazar."

"Nick shut up, needless to say I can see it myself." The **** Barrow roared rudely, but when he floated in front of Moriarty, his godless eyes were full of brilliance.

"Although it may not help, I still want to say sorry to my teacher, your ancestors, this is my well-thought-out answer, I have thought a lot for hundreds of years, I can't do a magnanimous death... I There is too much nostalgia."

Barrow said, looking at Mrs. Gray behind him, and the students sitting in the auditorium, his eyes were heavy and sad, and then he drifted away in despair.

"Barrow is not malicious, he is just very guilty, he has always wanted to apologize to the four principals, and he has failed their expectations." An ethereal voice sounded in Moriarty's ear, and Mrs. Gray said to him: "Since we have Barrow becomes saddened to learn that you will come, and we often see him blaming himself, but he did it all by himself, no one forced him.

I'm leaving too. If possible, say hello to Professor Salazar on my behalf. "

Moriarty watched Mrs. Gray leave. There are many reasons for the tragedy of Barrow, and Mrs. Gray is one of them. However, he doesn't judge emotional matters well, but he can be a quiet listener when Barrow talks.

The ghosts and Hogwarts have long been inseparable, and they deserve Moriarty.

After the **** Barrow left, the ghosts began to talk freely, and the topics were all related to Moriarty. It was obvious that they were very happy.

Hufflepuff's fat monk came over and said to Moriarty, "Maybe you think Barrow is a little strange, but we old guys have no worse feelings for Hogwarts than Headmaster Dumbledore.

In fact, not only Barrow and Mrs. Gray, when we knew you would come back, they all showed different degrees of strangeness:

Nick didn't care about his unbroken head, Mrs. Grey talked more, even Peeves - he locked himself in an empty classroom for three days and three nights before he came out. "

Moriarty gave the kind ghost a big smile: "I don't mind, you know, Hogwarts is more than a school to me."

"Ah, ah, yeah, I knew we were right about you," said the fat friar. "The Sorting Hat is coming, we have to go, and in the end, although you will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, I represent Hufflepuff welcomes you."

The ghosts started to leave, and Nick shouted, "Gryffindor welcomes you too! Gryffindor welcomes Slytherin, haha ​​how wonderful!"

Professor McGonagall came back with the four-legged stool and the Sorting Hat, and she put the Sorting Hat on the stool.

"Hey! Hey! Come on here, I want to see the Spawn of Slytherin," the Sorting Hat stared at Moriarty, twisting excitedly, "I was injected by Salazar Slytherin into his Part of the mind, so I want you to put me on your head, okay? Mr. Slytherin."

"I understand your mood, hat. But it's not traditional." Professor McGonagall stopped the Sorting Hat from jumping on Moriarty's head.

"Okay, okay, it's time for me to sing." The Sorting Hat muttered, and then it regained its excitement: "You must listen to it. It took me a whole year to make a new one."

Moriarty understood what it meant, the song was written for him.

"Cold winds, fireplaces, snow-covered roofs, Eastern winters.

The boy spent one long night and one fantasy day after another.

The sunshine of September, through the wings of the Golden Snitch~www.novelbuddy.com~ Monday's boy, with glory in his heart.

The boy on Tuesday, Mianlong don't disturb.

The boy on Wednesday, the protagonist of the banquet.

A teenager on Thursday, teaching a baby who survives hardship.

Friday's boy, a giant snake is entangled.

Saturday's boy, breaking the prison, burning the brain, goblin, ridicule!

On Sunday, the boy did not go to school, and the waves rolled across the ocean.

If time makes the years endless, I would like to have more Saturdays and Sundays...

Then I can continue watching the adventures of the boy.

The same goal connects youth and magic, just as my master shared a goal with his three friends long ago when I was a new hat.

What friend in this world could be better than Gryffindor and Slytherin?

Even their weapons, the Gryffindor sword and the Slytherin staff, have sympathized with each other in duels.

Baojian said to me that the pen and the book had a name, and then I met many old friends.

Stone man, elf.

Armored warrior, mural beauty, Stinkers.

Stairs, secret passages, forbidden forests, broomsticks...

I can't stop them from chasing their dreams, because every dream carries a firm belief!

For more than 900 years, they have been looking forward to the return of the runaway Slytherin more than once...

Although I was destined to split the freshman, I am not worried at all now.

The old Slytherin went away, and the young Slytherin returned.

I know we will fight together.

I know we can do better.

I know that the adventures of boys and girls are still going on.

Now, let's start sorting! "

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