Chapter 173 Chapter 172: Branching and changes!

Chapter 173 Chapter 172: Branching and changes!

Unexpected unfolding.

It made Draco Malfoy feel as if his brain's CPU had been burned out.

His two little followers both reacted faster than he did.

"It has nothing to do with us! We are not familiar with Draco!"

"Yes, yes, we didn't say a word after we entered the door. It was Draco, the prodigal son, who was causing trouble!" Goyle and Crabbe used their strength to explain what plastic friendship is.

"I'm not! I didn't!"

Draco Malfoy subconsciously wanted to refute. His eyes made contact with Ian's eyes that were the same color as the Death Curse, and he felt as if his throat was being pinched by invisible hands. Is this Ian Prince...the terrifying demon king that his father dismissed, but the Slytherin students were silent after mentioning it!

It's really scary!

Draco Malfoy felt his calves shaking.

He didn't even dare to mention his glorious family, because judging from the information he got from relatives and friends, the family's glory couldn't save him even a little bit.

"Take it easy, little boy."

Ian saw Draco Malfoy's Adam's apple rising and falling.

He chuckled.

The faces of the three freshmen destined to join Slytherin House turned even paler.

"Are we going to die?"

Goyle and Crabbe were on the verge of tears.

And Draco Malfoy didn't fare much better.

"It's Daphne! It's all Daphne who is slandering you! Really! I have always respected you! I privately call you Mr. Prince, who is greater than great!" Or in other words, it's not that one family does not enter the same house, he The speed of betraying his family's "loyal" friends is not much slower than that of Gao Er and Crabbe.

certainly.

What makes this little dragon man better than Goyle and Crabbe is that he also knows how to give a few words of praise when he shirks the blame. He remembers that many house elves called the Demon Lord of Hogwarts in front of him this way.

“Daphne still performed stably as always.”

Ian's expression was not surprising.

And saw him speaking in judgment.

Draco Malfoy immediately started trying to deflect Ian's "hate" again.

"She has a diary! It's full of bad things about you! That diary also makes up despicable lies! Even the one I found in my house... well, it's all her fault after all!"

Draco Malfoy showed his talent for complaining, but his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence, as if he realized that he should not talk about something that even his parents were not allowed to know.

After seeing Daphne's magical diary, Draco Malfoy also wanted to have something similar. After searching all the stores but finding nothing, he had an adventure in his house.

"I have no interest in hearing you bite each other. Mr. Malfoy, could you please apologize to me and my friends?" Ian's wand was already pressed against Draco Malfoy's chin.

How else could he choose? Of course, you can only choose to follow your heart. After Draco Malfoy's embarrassing "deep introspection", Ian did not choose to continue to embarrass this young boy. He just missed a small punishment and satisfied a little evil taste of his, and then sent Slytherin to the throne. The trio released the box.

"See, this is the good thing about magic. It allows others to reason with you." Ian shook his wand and sat down again.

"Magic is power."

Lirim commented.

"This is really refreshing! They were so inexplicable just now! It reminds me of my cousin!" Harry Potter looked very excited with a cheerful expression.

"What magic did you just use?"

Hermione's focus was quite different.

"Want to learn?"

Ian raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the little witch nodding expectantly.

"The professors at school will teach you."

His answer really failed to respond to Hermione's expectations - the atmosphere became harmonious again, the train was moving forward quickly, and it arrived at the end of the journey when it got dark.

Everyone got off the train one after another, crowded and crowded.

The room was crowded.

Ian finally saw the figure of the boy with red hair and freckles - Ron Weasley, the boy that the twin brothers said had truly survived "hundreds of times" in their hands.

The youngest brother in the Weasley family seemed to end up riding in a compartment with Neville Longbottom. He and Neville spent almost several hours looking for toads in the compartment.

It's more than that.

There were also some unexpected episodes.

"Damn Scabbers! It actually bit your toad! It even bitten your ankle! I must write to my mother and ask her to agree to let me euthanize this smelly mouse!"

Ron helped Neville with a small bag, looking apologetic.

"No...nothing..."

Neville was holding his toad, which loved to travel, in his hand. He was limping as if he had injured his ankle.

"Need help?"

When Ian passed by Neville, he took out a bottle of potion and handed it to him - who said Neville was not brave enough? The blood vessels in this guy's ankle were bitten through and he still kept walking for fear of not bleeding enough!

"Thank you, thank you, Ian."

Neville was a solid little chubby guy. After he got the potion, he didn't even ask about its effect. He didn't even worry about being pranked. He just opened the lid and sprinkled it on his ankles.

"Um...I think it's an oral solution."

Ian corrected Neville's incorrect usage.

The little chubby boy's face immediately turned red. He quickly stopped what he was doing and stuffed the potion into his mouth. After drinking it, he even wanted to collect the spilled potion on the ground again.

"You've had enough to drink."

Ian quickly stopped Neville's frugal behavior.

"It's all my fault for wasting so many precious potions..." Neville found that his ankle was healing visibly, and he also realized that the potion given by Ian was definitely not a simple thing.

“It’s not that precious either.”

Ian was telling the truth.

After all, the main formula of this potion is the bath water of the black-robed skeleton.

"This is really amazing! Look! Your feet are completely fine!" Ron seemed to be a little bit behind the scenes, and was just as surprised as the twin brothers said.

"I can finally walk again."

Neville also became happy.

And at this time.

"I think what you have to worry about is not whether you can walk. As far as I know, rats have been the source of plague since ancient times. They may carry Yersinia pestis, hantavirus, and lymphocytic choriomeningitis virus. And rabies virus." Hermione followed up and started to popularize science immediately.

Her words instantly made Neville's red face turn pale.

"Scabbers is a domesticated mouse...not as dirty as you said!" Ron immediately retorted. He felt that this girl he met for the first time was a bit annoying.

"Oh, how can you guarantee this? It's a rat! I happen to know several cases, all related to the spread of viruses caused by domestic rats."

"Just like that poor sixteen-year-old girl on Freed Street in London..." Hermione used her super memory and knowledge reserve to accurately recount five or six cases.

Her voice got louder and louder.

Correspondingly, Neville's face became paler.

"I'm going to die too!"

He came to a conclusion that made him despair.

"Don't worry, the cases mentioned by Hermione are all low-probability events, and most people will not be so unlucky... Moreover, in my opinion, your probability of contracting AIDS is higher than your probability of contracting the plague... "Ian was helpless. He glanced at Ron, who was also pale and wanted to throw the sleeping mouse out.

"Anyway, as long as it is possible, it cannot be completely ruled out."

Hermione wanted to recommend that Neville get vaccinated.

"So, am I still going to die?"

Neville, however, was still full of thoughts about funerals.

"..."

Ian glanced at Hermione again. He felt that Hermione at this moment was simply the real version of Du Niang, while Neville was one of those poor netizens who started to have a nervous breakdown after consulting Du Niang.

"There is a school doctor in the school. You can definitely consult the school doctor's opinion." Lyrium and Harry, who were walking at the back, also followed at this time.

"Oh! God! You are Harry Potter!"

Under the night.

Ron saw Harry.

Then he immediately let out an exclamation of disbelief.

Only the devil knows why his eyes are so good.

"What! It's actually Harry Potter!"

Neville was also very surprised, and briefly put his "internal injury" behind him - Harry Potter, who had regained the status of a savior, was at a loss for a moment when facing the enthusiastic two people.

He is not very used to such a cool plot.

Fortunately, the savior has arrived.

"Students! Come here!"

Hagrid's sonorous voice rang outside the train station. He held a lamp and swayed it above his head, and began to gather young wizards who got on and off the Hogwarts Express.

Everyone was led by him onto a long road with street lights.

This place is still some distance from Hogwarts, so there are at least a hundred carriages waiting at the end of the street light. In front of each carriage is a magical animal that ordinary people cannot see pulling the carriage.

"Can these horseless carriages drive on their own?" Hermione happened to be an ordinary person who could not be seen, and her exclamation immediately aroused Harry Potter's confusion.

"Isn't there a strange animal ahead?"

In his eyes.

The appearance of magical animals is extremely clear.

"Huh?"

Hermione was immediately stunned.

"It's the Thestral."

Lyrium stepped forward and gave the answer.

"Only those who have seen death can see them." He also looked at the strange creatures. In front of each carriage was a purebred Thestral.

There is no meat on their bodies, and the black fur is tightly attached to the skeleton. Every bone is completely visible and full of real backbone beauty.

"Merlin! It's the Thestral!" Ron couldn't see anything, but that didn't stop him from widening his eyes, eager to go up and try to touch these legendary creatures.

The little wizard is also eager to try.

But he wanted more than just petting these death-symbols.

"The Thestral's tail feathers are an excellent material for making wands. I really want to collect ten or eight bundles and go back to study wand making." Of course Ian can also see these magical creatures.

Thestrals have heads like giant dragons, and their pupil-less eyes are filled with pure white. They stare straight ahead, and there are bat-like wings on their shoulder bones.

It was as if he felt the "offensive" thoughts in the little wizard's heart.

The Thestrals all turned their heads.

He looked at Ian who was still wondering what kind of wood would be better for the Thestral's tail feathers.

"Jue~"

The Thestrals made a strange and shrill sound, which sounded like the cry of a giant bird. It was very neat. The sudden movement startled many little wizards.

"It's strange, what happened to these usually taciturn guys today..." Hagrid, who was guiding the young wizards to get on the bus, immediately hurriedly comforted the Thestrals.

"Maybe it's a meeting."

Lyrium had already arrived beside Hagrid at this time, got directly into the carriage where the passengers had already hurriedly escaped, and waved to Ian and others with a smile.

"How come you are more skilled than a senior like me!" Ian complained after climbing into the carriage and pulling Harry and Hermione onto the Thestral carriage.

Neville and Ron also wanted to climb inside.

"For safety reasons, only four people can sit in one car, and you have other admissions experiences to attend." Hagrid stopped the two people and pulled Harry and Hermione out.

"..."

Harry and Hermione, who were already seated, were speechless. The next journey is not unfamiliar to Ian.

The Thestral carriage took them to the trail outside Hogwarts Castle, and then the first-year students also took a boat to cross the river. There were professors waiting at the gate of the castle.

"Why is it you again this year, Professor Snape."

Hagrid once again saw the figure he had seen once last year.

"Heh."

Snape just sneered.

Under the light of the torch.

He looked at Ian and the two people beside him.

Both Harry and Hermione were full of unknown panic and nervousness about the magical world, so after getting off the ship, they immediately found Ian under the leadership of Harry.

"The professor will take you to the auditorium later, while we old students will go back to the dormitory to repair." Ian was explaining the admission process to Harry and Hermione.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Before he even started the school routine around "sorting", Snape had already walked in front of him. The sullen professor made both Harry and Hermione very nervous.

"I heard you didn't stop during the holidays."

Snape first glared at Ian fiercely, and then his eyes fell on Harry and Hermione. Of course, his eyes stayed on Harry the longest.

There are extremely complex emotions in the shaking pupils.

"Like I said, he will take you to continue the rest of the journey." Ian didn't want to be tortured by Snape, so he immediately said a word and ran away.

Snape, who was in a very heavy mood at this time, did not stop him.

"Follow me, you two giant eleven-year-old babies." Snape snorted coldly with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, and his eyes turned to Hermione who was a little uneasy after Ian left.

If I read it correctly just now.

This little witch has been sticking close to her damn school bully nephew...

"If I were you, I would stay away from that boy just now. This is a piece of advice." Snape said in a cold tone to Hermione word by word.

"Huh?"

Hermione was confused.

This time.

Another freshman from a pure-blood family whispered to her.

"The eldest sister of Hogwarts won't like you getting close to that Ravenclaw." This may be the unified training that many pure-blood freshmen enrolling this year have received at home.

I don’t know if the technical director is Miss Daphne.

"Shut your mouth, Miss Prewett!" Snape glared at the freshman who spoke with great displeasure, and then the freshman shrank his neck and hid in the crowd.

"I've already said it. Whether you listen or not is your own business. I rarely provide such kind advice to others." Snape looked at the thin and timid Harry Potter.

The way he looked at Hermione became a little complicated.

There is a certain sense of déjà vu.

It made him a little upset.

"Everyone come this way with me!"

Snape said a word, flicked his sleeves, and walked to the front of the line - he skillfully led a group of freshmen to the auditorium where the dreams of Hogwarts students started.

Professor McGonagall has been waiting here for a long time.

The seniors and seniors from various colleges were also looking curiously at the door of the auditorium. Harry discovered that Ian was chatting with a girl in front of a long table with a snake logo.

"Strange... isn't it said that Ravenclaw's symbol is an eagle?"

He was a little confused.

"Is that the big sister of Hogwarts that the student just mentioned?" Hermione was a little surprised. She felt that the girl with Ian was completely different from the "cheerleader" she imagined.

Seems a little quiet?

"Everyone is lining up now. We are going to start sorting." Professor McGonagall's voice was as serious as ever. She walked to the position that had not changed for thousands of years and began to prepare.

The freshmen were looking around curiously.

In the magnificent hall, various adult professors were sitting on the chairs, as well as the legendary principal, who was also wearing a white robe and watching them with a smile.

“Welcome everyone!”

suddenly.

The Sorting Hat, which enjoys disguising itself as an ordinary hat every year, opened its mouth very abruptly. It first enjoyed the surprises of the new students.

immediately.

In his hoarse voice, he began to spit out the lyrics he had prepared for this year. It still rhymes so well, and the singing becomes more and more like a soul singer every year.

Many little wizards covered their ears. After five minutes of suffering, the Sorting Hat finally finished its performance, and Professor McGonagall also took out the parchment at the right time.

"Whoever's name I call now will come up and put on this hat. It will lead you to the college that is most suitable for you and entrust you to the dean who is most suitable for you."

Professor McGonagall looked down at the parchment in her hand.

"Hannah Abbott!"

She called out the first name.

The iron-clad hat king is finally here. A rosy-faced girl with two golden braids and freckles stumbled forward with a nervous expression.

The Sorting Hat thought for a while.

"Hufflepuff!"

It shouts out the fate of the Iron Hat King that has not changed in countless timelines. Everyone witnessed the sorting process, so many little wizards who had been frightened breathed a sigh of relief.

The same goes for Hermione and Harry. Harry noticed that sometimes the hat called out the name of one of the houses right away, and sometimes it took a while to decide.

"Looks like we just need to wear that hat." Ron, who had rejoined the original team, whispered to Harry, "Damn Fred told me to wrestle a giant!"

"What happens if I'm not assigned?"

Harry had a new worry.

And at this time.

The Sorting Hat has made decisions for many young wizards one after another.

"Hermione Granger!"

"It's really hard to make a choice. Do you want to go to Ravenclaw? No! You don't want to go! You belong in Gryffindor!"

……

"Neville Longbottom!"

"Gryffindor!"

……

"Ron Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

……

Seeing the friends around him completing the sorting one after another, Harry became more and more nervous. He was confused as to why his name was never read out.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Where are the people?"

"Draco Malfoy!"

The Sorting Hat read another name that Harry had heard before. He glanced at the boy not far behind him in surprise. He didn't expect that this arrogant boy was as unconfident as himself?

Draco Malfoy's expression looked really awkward.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you distracted?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask Draco Malfoy directly.

"..."

Draco Malfoy's expression was very awkward.

"Professor...I...I changed my name...my name is Brother Drago now..." Draco Malfoy's face turned red, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's dance, full of shame and grievance.

However.

He didn't dare to disobey the evil king, and he didn't even dare to complain to the professor.

"????"

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of confusion. Only Snape immediately stared at his long table with displeasure - where sat a student who did not belong to Slytherin House.

"Come up quickly! Your joke is not funny at all!"

Professor McGonagall urged.

Draco Malfoy, who wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, breathed a sigh of relief and trotted up.

"Perhaps you should go to Ravenclaw?"

The Sorting Hat teased in his mind.

The arrogant light-blond boy turned pale.

Fortunately, the Sorting Hat is just a joke.

"Slytherin!"

It finally read out Draco Malfoy's ownership in a loud voice. When the little dragon man ran towards the Slytherin table, he saw Ian's figure hesitating and hesitating.

Applause and cheers.

It didn't make him happy.

Instead, it made him feel depressed.

A location furthest away from Ian and Aurora was chosen.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall continues the branching.

after a while.

She finally pronounced the famous name.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the name he pronounced.

"Did she just say Potter?"

"That Harry Potter?"

Before his eyes were blocked by the hat, Harry saw everyone in the audience crane their necks to get a better look at him. Then all he could see was darkness inside the hat.

The nervous Mr. Savior waited patiently.

He might be communicating with the Sorting Hat.

No one knows this.

A long time passed.

Just when Professor McGonagall was a little confused as to why the Sorting Hat hadn't made a decision yet.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat made its decision.

"Huh?"

Ian, who had been eating the food on the Slytherin table, was stunned.

Even on the teacher's bench.

Albus Dumbledore, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly tilted forward. His emotions could not be seen behind his half-moon-shaped lenses.

Ian found out.

This old headmaster, who didn't know when he came from, had been staring at the scar on Harry Potter's forehead with his invisible eyes.

(End of chapter)