As the Sorting Hat continued to shout out one house after another, the ranks of freshmen waiting for the Sorting House continued to decrease, and finally there were only a dozen or so left. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Ginny, the little girl from the Weasley family, walked up a little shyly and gently picked up the sorting hat and put it on her head.

But it's funny, the Sorting Hat is so big in diameter that it hangs directly over her shoulders, and I wonder if Ginny will be sullen in the hat.

But it took less than five seconds for the Sorting Hat to decide where Ginny was going - no doubt Gryffindor.

There was no suspense, but immediately after, a familiar figure walked up to the Sorting Hat with his back to the position of the Slytherin table Vio.

He turned to face Professor McGonagall and the others behind her.

It was Xiao Luo. This guy seems to be close to Ginny on the road.

Unlike the previous students who were robbed of the spotlight by the hat, and their entire faces were covered the whole time, Xiao Luo picked up the sorting hat with a big grin and then used it to buckle the back half of his head, successfully revealing his entire face to the audience.

Someone at Gryffindor House whistled and seemed to think the freshman was funny.

Xiao Luo grinned at where Ginny was, and Vio saw his mouth move, as if talking to the Sorting Hat.

Vio glanced sideways at Draco, who was intently awaiting the result, with no special expression.

The Sorting Hat roared through the Great Hall as always, like a bell, echoing throughout the Great Hall.

"Slytherin!"

The other three houses didn't say anything, and there was a loud cheer at the Slytherin table, and Vio was stunned in the cheer - what was this setting?

Aunt Luo, what about the worst Slytherin tradition of accepting half-bloods?

Could it be that Xiao Luo's great-great-great-great-grandfather once produced a squib?

Xiao Luo had already made his way to the Slytherin table, and he looked at the Slytherin table while thanking the Slytherin seniors who had welcomed him.

His eyes lit up when he saw Draco.

Draco stood up and nodded at him.

Xiao Luo excitedly waved at the other people who rushed up to greet him, and then rushed to Draco and Vio, who unceremoniously motioned for Vio to step aside and make room for him.

Vio glanced at him and angrily got out of the way.

She wondered what Xiao Luo had said to the Sorting Hat to make the Sorting Hat divide a Muggle into a Slytherin that could not change its bloodline consciousness.

"Welcome to Slytherin, Rom. I wish you enjoyed here. Draco patted Xiao Luo on the shoulder.

"Definitely, brother, it's funny that you both are here!" "I wanted to go to Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat told me I didn't let it balance on my head, it felt uncomfortable, so it had to put me on the opposite side of Gryffindor, I thought it was, it was Slytherin! Haha! The Sorting Hat must have thought I had friends here! ”

"・・・・・・" Draco understood the reason for his Slytherin assignment, and the expression on his face instantly became colorful, first like eating a beef-flavored Bean with a nose and being choked, he wanted to vomit but couldn't, but he couldn't do it, and as a result, his facial features were strangely unfathomable in the crystal light.

VIO had been a little sympathetic to Xiao Luo, seeing him was like seeing himself last year, and he was also hopeful about the Sorting Hat, but he didn't expect to be as successful as Harry, and he was still sorted into Slytherin.

But now, seeing that this guy didn't care about the result of the sorting at all, Vio felt that he was a bit of a waste of feelings.

Their headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up and announced the start of the dinner directly, much to the applause of the already hungry people, of course.

After the feast, Xiao Luo returned to the Slytherin freshmen team, followed the Slytherin boys back to the cellar and entered the dormitory, while the old students moved freely.

Vio caught a glimpse of the people at the Gryffindor table and hurriedly shoved the little Yorkshire pudding left on the plate into his mouth, then stood up.

Draco was slowly cooking the steak on his plate, he knew what Vio was doing, but on second thought, he seemed to get used to it.

There was a sudden commotion in the Slytherin freshman procession, which had just walked to the antechamber not far away, and the group of first-year students formed a circle, as if they had surrounded someone in the middle.

Draco frowned, as if thinking of something, he stared at Vio as he hurried towards the Gryffindor table, and for a moment wanted to shout at her, but ultimately didn't.

He stood up and reluctantly walked towards the bustling group of freshmen.

With his identity, it is really useless to do such a thing, but he is not worrying about it every year. Last year it was Santriel, and this year, there was another Muggle.

When he got closer, he found that it was indeed Xiao Luo who was surrounded in the middle.

Many of the freshmen he had met, pure-bloods and hybrids who pretended to be very close to the pure-blood family, but they were a year younger than him, and most of them had gone to the Malfoy Manor Christmas party last Christmas.

For example, the nearest Kers, who was putting his hand on his companion's shoulder, disdainfully asking Xiao Luo if he knew if he knew of the superiority of pure-bloods, when they had met at a banquet, Draco couldn't remember how wild he had been.

"Well, a pure-blood wizard might be taller? I'm not sure, I haven't seen it before, and I don't have a lot of experience. Xiao Luo replied hesitantly, his eyes very vigilant.

The surrounding freshmen laughed, and Mibrison saw that he did not succeed in humiliating Xiao Luo, but was avoided by the other party, and was a little angry.

He stepped forward to approach Xiao Luo, and as he raised his right hand to do something, Draco nodded to the two men who followed him.

Immediately, two thick arms reached out from him, and without mercy one person grabbed one of Kerrs's arms and dragged him away.

"Who?" said Kers, looking back in alarm, and when he saw Crabbe and Goyle, who were at least a head taller than him, he reluctantly whispered, "We're all the way, it's just a mudblood!"

Crabbe and Goyle ignored him, but looked at Draco, and seeing that he didn't react, they both raised the other Zimbabwean-style grilled chicken leg in their free hands at the same time, and nibbled on it with relish.

"I said, let me go, I have a relative who is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic! If he knew you would treat a fellow pure-blood like this—"

"I don't think Mr. Alex will say anything, but will thank us for helping to get rid of the pests. What does your appearance prove that you are worthy of the noble status of a pureblood?"

Draco said impatiently, but there was still a wicked smile on his face.

"Draco, I ・・・・・・" Huls Alex looked at Draco.

Draco waited patiently for him to finish the routine of mentally measuring the power of each other's families.

After a while, Hulse gave in, and he thought for a moment about the most correct thing to do—like a deflated ball, and turned around honestly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao Rom, I just made a smile that wasn't quite appropriate, and I hope you won't really believe it." And I hope we all have a great seven years in Slytherin. ”

"Haha, it's okay, I won't take it to heart. Xiao Luo laughed happily again, and at the same time did not forget to mend the knife: "But the level of your joke is a bit low, and that joke is terrible." I'll make a few jokes on you as a demonstration when I have time in the future? haha・・・・・・"

Huls's face was terrifying, but he didn't dare to make any moves, and the pressure on Crabbe and Goyle was still very obvious.

"Ahem. The male prefect who had been next to him from the beginning had seen enough of the drama and lazily interjected: "It's almost curfew time, let's go, boys." ”

Draco politely made the way out, and the boys' prefect walked at the end of the line, and said to Draco in a low voice, "Father has entrusted me with greetings to you and Mr. Malfoy. By the way, I would like to ask Mr. Malfoy to ask, my uncle, Bogin Bock, ・・・・・・"

"All is well, and the Malfoys thank the Burke family for their greetings. Draco didn't let him finish, but paused, and added, "As for your uncle, I think you should ask that Miss Santriel from the Ministry of Magic. ”

"・・・・・・ thank you very much・・・・・・"