said that Xiao Ao wrote Sesame Bag very happily, and said that those who dared to threaten the Sorting Hat like this probably belonged to the privilege of "Son of Gaia", right?

A moment of silence was observed for the poor threatened Mr. Sorting Hat.

Smiling

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Gold Knight (upright): Valid to achieve the goal.

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Hogwarts Cafeteria

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The order of the sorting houses is based on the first letter of the surname. (Tianyin: I don't know if that's the case, but I'm the biggest author, so it's okay to think so.) ）

Because the first letter of her last name is "S", it will take a while to wait, so at this moment, Opal is very interested to stare at the hundreds of candles floating on her head, and even see the magic array on the ceiling of the sky outside studying.

It seems that I once saw the introduction of this magic array in the books of the Qi clan, but the specific what it was was was not carefully recorded at the time. If I knew it would look so beautiful, it would have been nice to have one on the ceiling of the hut.

Draco's two Opal henchmen, whose names he still hadn't remembered, entered Slytherin one after another, and Draco was sorted at the fastest pace Opal had ever seen - almost as soon as he touched Draco's head, the Sorting Hat was there shouting "Slytherin".

In fact, Opal was skeptical that the hat knew that Draco had used earplugs to keep noise pollution out, as it was clear that Draco's meticulous hairstyle had been deliberately messed up when the hat was removed......

Seeing that although the corners of Draco's forehead were bruised, he still maintained his demeanor and immediately took a mirror to tidy up his appearance after taking a seat at the Slytherin table, Opal had no other thoughts than lamenting in his heart that someone was "dying to save face".

After a few more freshmen, Professor McGonagall on the stage called out a name: "Harry Potter!" ”

So the whole restaurant was like a pot boiling.

"Did she just say Potter?"

"That Harry Potter?"

Voices like that went one after another, and Opal looked at the kid who was walking up the stage with a nervous face, and secretly pouted.

It looks like it's ordinary (or shabby)!

Looking at the boy who had been hated with a not-so-critical gaze, Opal's excellent eyesight made it easy to see that the boy in old clothes had a small, somewhat malnourished looking face, dark hair, and turquoise eyes.

Strange, though......

Subconsciously touching the scar on his forehead hidden under the broken forehead, a trace of doubt flashed in Opal's eyes.

Why...... Do you think that boy has a very familiar and intimate feeling?

The feeling of being familiar and abnormal, but having no memory at all, was so much that she felt nostalgic to the point of wanting to cry.

But why...... Don't remember at all?

A hint of confusion flashed in the pigeon's blood-red eyes, and then it was forcibly suppressed by the spell applied to his body, and he returned to his original clarity.

Forget it, it shouldn't be a very important thing.

"That saint Potter, everyone treats him as a treasure, and I don't know what is good about him."

At this time, the small murmur coming from Slytherin caused Opal to raise an eyebrow and look over, and then found that the person who spoke was none other than Draco, who was complaining to the people around him with a dissatisfied face, "He's been taught stupidity by those Muggles." But just a self-righteous, muggle-headed fool! ”

It seems that Draco had been deflated by the kid named "Harry".

With that in mind, Opal turned his attention back to the boy still sitting there with the Sorting Hat.

There has been no movement for so long...... Probably negotiating with the Sorting Hat, right?

It's just that I don't know which college he chose in the end.

After another moment of waiting, the silence was broken by a shout: "Gryffindor! ”

This time the cheers (especially the table on the Gryffindor side) were louder than any before. It can be seen that the influence of this boy is quite high.

The so-called "savior"? Tut......

Opal watched coldly as the thin boy walked to the Gryffindor table with obvious relief on his face after returning his hat, but the skinny boy who was clearly still cowering was shaken hard by the seniors there.

A pair of resembling twins, with blond-red hair, chanted, "Potter! Porter! ”

A ghost wearing a garland that he had seen when he entered the makeshift lounge sat down across from the boy and patted his left arm with a smile on his face.

It must be uncomfortable.

Looking at the boy whose face turned pale in an instant, Opal raised his eyebrows with rare sympathy - the yin qi contained in the ghost's body was definitely not a very pleasant taste for the wizard he came into contact with......

"Opal Yonick Snape!"

While Opal was in a daze, Professor McGonagall called out her name.

It was clear, however, that the last name followed by her name caused a stir at the teacher's desk.

Oooh! Someone's brow has now been locked into a dead knot, and I don't know if I can untie it afterwards.

Despite her distraction, Opal stepped onto the stage and sat down in her seat, with the hat draped over her head, which was too large for her to completely obscure her vision.

[Hmm...... Difficult, really difficult. ]

Then Opal heard a calm voice that was completely different from the singing, with an undulating rise.

Well, Opal was to admit that she was relieved at last—if the Sorting Hat spoke like it sang, perhaps she really considered throwing it out without taking care of her image, lest her ears be poisoned.

[You're the new 'Son of Gaia', aren't you?] I didn't expect that the inheritance that had been cut off for nearly 500 years would have a successor, which was really touching. ]

Seemingly unaware of Opal's thoughts, the voice continued, [Courage and calmness, brilliant and talented, yet possessed of sufficient and strong self-control, curiosity and desire to learn, and above all modesty and pride, coupled with a natural talent for affinity with flora and fauna...... I think Ravenclaw, who is looking for wisdom and knowledge, will be a good fit for you, how about it? ]

For a moment, Opal almost agreed.

But just as she was about to say yes, a throbbing from nowhere made her change her mind: [Mr. Sorting Hat, I'd like to go to Slytherin if I can.] ]

[……]

As if frightened by Opal's decision, there was a subtle blank in the voice, and it took a moment before speaking again, [Aha, that's an interesting idea!] Can you tell me why you're going to Slytherin? It's a pure-blooded, intriguing, and deceitful academy! ]

I say...... Slytherin is also one of the four houses that were established from the beginning, so why do you go out of your way to slander them?

How did the founder of Slytherin offend the Sorting Hat?

Opal was almost covered with black lines all over his head.

[Believe me, Your Highness, Ravenclaw would be a great college for you, and Ravenclaw is basically all girls these days, with a very comfortable environment for you.] ]

Still trying to reverse Opal's thoughts, the Sorting Hat spared no effort to persuade him.

[As you say, I am the 'son of Gaia' in this term.] ]

If at the beginning it was just to follow that inexplicable intuition, then at this moment Opal is firm in his thoughts, [The human world is quite complicated, but if you want to protect my friend, then strategy is necessary. And there seems to be no better place to learn strategy and get along with people than Slytherin. ]

There are other reasons, but it is clear that the one that Opal is using now is more high-sounding and unassailable.

[But Your Highness, Slytherin is basically full of nobles who are quite repulsive to the commoners, even if it is His Highness......]

It was clear that the Sorting Hat was choked, so he had to turn to another way to dissuade him.

[Thank you for worry.] But the fact that Charon has already prepared my identity for me, and my previous mentor has helped me lay out a small part of my network, so I don't have to worry about being bullied in Slytherin. And it's my test. ]

Adjusting his emotions, Opal tried to make his performance look like he was eager to try.

[So...... Does Your Highness insist on going to Slytherin? ]

[Yes, I insist.] ]

[But I still think Ravenclaw is a better fit for Your Highness.] ]

[If this is Mr. Sorting Hat's choice, I'll respect it.] ]

Opal raised an eyebrow, then slightly curled the corners of his lips, [Only, I remember that among my friends, there was a kind of clothesworm that was very fond of eating cloth that contained magic.] It's been complaining to me lately that it's hungry because it can't find food......]

[……]

[∩_∩]

There was silence.

[…… Okay......]

After a long moment, the Sorting Hat, which seemed to be reacting to the fact that he had been threatened, came with a clear gnashing of teeth, [for that point, perfectly qualified for entry into Slytherin.] ]

[Thank you so much.] ]

The curvature of the corners of his mouth remained the same, and Opalli thanked him thoughtfully.

[Tsk, every one knows to bully me, it's so annoying!] ]

The Sorting Hat seemed to grunt rather unwillingly, but it was too small for Opal to react.

Then she heard the Sorting Hat loudly announce her house, "Slytherin." ”

Goal achieved.

After smiling and taking off the Sorting Hat, and then politely saluting Professor McGonagall, who had taken the hat with a complicated expression, Opal stepped off the stage and walked towards the Slytherin table.

But...... Where should she sit?

Remembering that the order of the nobles' tables had corresponding etiquette and corresponding meanings, Opal stood at the table and paused slightly.

"Opal."

Luckily, Draco, who was already seated in the eighth seat to the left of the table at the top of the table, was waving at her and pointing to the vacant spot on the right side of him, which was kind of relieved of her.

But...... Why do the Slytherin snakes around them seem to have a mixed look of "hell" and "who are you"?

Oddly enough, Opal walked up to Draco's side and took a seat amid Slytherin's courtesy applause.

Not...... It hurts to be stung by the gaze......

Upon following the visibly resentful gaze, Opal saw that it was Pansy Parkinson, a freshman sitting at the right end of the table, and that she was surrounded by Draco's henchmen A and B. So it was strange - she must have met this young lady for the first time, right?

When they made eye contact, Opal politely greeted her, while Pansy glared at her hatefully and looked away.

It's inexplicable......

After retracting her gaze, Opal's gaze swept over the teacher's seat, and then saw Snape, whose face had not been very good-looking since she came on stage, a little helpless.

It seems that in the past few nights, she will probably turn into a beast every day and then run to the forbidden forest to squat.

Well?! Odd......

Opar, who once again felt as if someone was watching him, turned his head and looked around.

"What's wrong?"

Draco, who was sitting beside her, asked a little strangely.

[It's okay, I guess it's just that I'm nervous.] ]

Because he didn't find the corresponding target, Opal just shook his head and muttered.

Delusion?

It seemed to feel like there was a glimpse of Gryffindor's gaze...... But why can't I find it when I look at it?

After the remaining three students had completed the sorting process, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and left the dining hall with her sorting hat.

"Really."

Draco let out a sigh, "It's finally time to eat." ”

Glancing at the empty plate in front of him, Opal felt that he was hungry again, having already eaten a snack in Headmaster Dumbledore's room.

At this time, Albus Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students in the audience, and spread his arms, as if to say that there was nothing more joyful than seeing all his students together.

"Welcome!"

He smiled kindly, "Welcome to Hogwarts!" Welcome to the new school year! Before I start the dinner, I would like to say a few words. All I want to say is: stupid! Cry! Leftovers! Thank you! ”

Then he sat down, and everyone was clapping and cheering - God knows if it was a celebration that he could eat.

[What an interesting statement.] ]

Relative to the black line of everyone present, Opal just nodded.

"You understand what that means?"

Draco beside her had a look of "what are you talking about" in bewilderment.

[Quite simply, if the English of the four phrases spoken by Headmaster Dumbledore are broken together and then read in ancient Latin, it is a curse.] ]

After glancing around, Opal tapped the plate in front of him, and then happily picked up the knife and fork on the side of the delicate food that appeared on it, ['May Merlin bless you', a nice blessing, right?] ]

This kind of wordplay, she remembers how often she played it when she was in the secret realm of the lake.

Draco was almost dumbfounded—where the hell did she find out about this?

At first, when his father repeatedly told him to pay attention to Opal and take care of her, he was more or less resistant - so he deliberately left his place next to Opal.

Because in Slytherin House, even if you have a corresponding relationship, if you don't have the ability to oppose it, you will definitely not find a foothold in the house, which is the survival rule of the nobility.

But now it seemed that perhaps following his father's instructions wasn't all that offensive to him - he might as well take care of her a little more during the regular Chief Challenge.

After noticing Opal's modest and unpretentious mannerisms, Draco thought about his own thoughts.

Opal, who didn't notice that Draco sitting next to her was deserting, was now trying to soothe her stomach - after all, using the meditation basin was too much of a mana drain, and she needed to replenish it.