Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The carriage passed through the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the spacious lane. Due to the strong wind, the carriage shook violently, and many illuminated windows gleamed vaguely behind the thick rain curtain.The carriage the students rode stopped under the stone steps in front of two oak gates.

"What a damn weather." Ron jumped out of the carriage and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.

Hermione said, "I'm really worried about how the first-year students will ferry."

By this time Malfoy had penetrated into the cave-like deep foyer, with torches lit in the foyer, and the marble staircase looked extraordinary.

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and rushed directly over Malfoy's head, but the author of this prank was not surprised by it now, but was caught in some panic.

"Mr. Malfoy! Be careful!" This was the panicked cry of Pepy Ghost, and only twenty feet above their heads, there was the Pepy Ghost who specializes in pranks floating.He is short, wearing a hat with bells, and an orange bow tie. The muscles on his big, naughty face are tight and he looks quite nervous. This mischievous rascal is more than ordinary people think. Sly, he knows who can and cannot be messed with at Hogwarts.

It’s just that his warning didn’t work at all, because Malfoy’s alertness was very keen, and this hostile behavior was easy to distinguish. He just took out his wand and chanted a spell quickly, and the balloon was bounced off. The wall not far away exploded fiercely. Water stains covered the wall. The surrounding people were not injured much, but they were frightened a lot and began to agitate. Soon the second water bomb responded. And knowing, it is obvious that Pippi has set up a mechanism to let his pranks be released automatically. The advantage is that after preparation, he does not need to act personally, and he can also observe and enjoy his pranks. The trouble caused by others is the source of his pleasure.

The disadvantages are also obvious. He can't control his own tricks now. Water bombs are pouring down from the ceiling one after another. It is hard to imagine what will happen to these things in the crowd.

The expected major flood did not happen. At the moment when they were about to land, the water balloons seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible soft barrier. Then these balloons bounced like a strong bow drawn with full strength. The force was extremely strong, and it launched vertically upwards in violation of physical principles.

"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" At this time, Pepy Ghost is no longer as relaxed as it was just now. The water bombs he made are now tracking him frantically.

He is not a pure ghost, but a certain entity.

The students around began to laugh, excited about gaining the upper hand in the duel with Pepy Ghost.

"It's just a little lesson," Malfoy said, staring at the rushing figure of Pippi.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me solve this little trouble." At this time, Professor McGonagall squeezed from the crowd with a bump. The splashing water just fell on the ground and became slippery. Be careful of a fall.

"It's just a matter of raising your hand, Professor McGonagall," Malfoy nodded.

Professor McGonagall raised his head at this time and said loudly, "I warn you, Peppy--"

"I've been punished!" Pippi was so exhausted at this time that he didn't forget to shout back.

"Well, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing his amiable look just now.

Malfoy followed the crowd through the hall at this time, through the two opposite doors on the right.

The auditorium was still so splendid, and it was specially decorated for Xin Xuesi's banquet.Hundreds of candles hung in the air above the table, shining golden plates and goblets. There were some students sitting at the four long college tables. It is still early, and people are still in the same place in the auditorium. There is a fifth table at the top,

There were a few vacant seats at the staff’s desk, and in the center was Professor Dumbledore, the principal.His flowing silver-white hair and beard gleamed in candle light, and his luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons.The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin was placed on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if lost in thought.The ceiling was enchanted and looked the same as the sky outside.

But Moody was sitting on the edge of the staff desk, looking out of place.

"Alastor! Come, come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand kindly, let Moody sit next to him, and at the same time waved the other hand gently, and he conjured a hand out of nowhere. chair.

"You know, I don't like such a lively place." Moody coughed slightly. Even so, he dragged his wooden artificial leg and walked over, pulled the chair, and sat down. .

"You will have to face a lot of students later." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh? Who dares to make a noise in my class, I don't know how to be soft." Moody's eyes narrowed.

"Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students. We generally use confinement or a more gentle method." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"Oh? Then it seems that my habit has to be changed. Last time I came here, my position was different. This time I am a teacher, right? There is a word for being a teacher?" Moody picked him lightly. Eyebrows, the magic eye began to spin again.

"Of course, if you can adapt as quickly as possible, that would be great."

"I will." Moody nodded, and then looked up at the sides of the auditorium. It was burning constantly, with bright lights blooming, showing a somewhat tranced look. Maybe he was remembering something.

The self as a student, or the not-short career in Azkaban prison?

After a while, the later students walked in one after another from the outside world. Some were still wearing raincoats. They stomped a few feet on the floor, shaking the raindrops, and splashing on the floor.

After all the students have come, the sorting ceremony will begin. At this time, Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put a tattered and dirty one on the stool. , A patched wizard hat.The first-year freshmen stared at it blankly.Others also looked at it.For a while, there was silence in the auditorium.Then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.

To the surprise of the senior students, the lyrics sung by the Sorting Hat were changed this time, and the singing stopped, and a burst of fierce applause broke out in the auditorium.

Student after student with immature faces tremblingly walked in front of the Sorting Hat. In a sense, the decision on this hat will determine the direction of their lives.

In other words, their original character is determined.The Sorting Hat is only for these students to perceive their own inner desires.

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