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"It's almost time to get to the station, so let's change into your robes. We should be hosted by Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts, as a reminder that Professor McGonagall is a stern person. You'd better change your clothes before the train arrives. Then we'll take our leave here. "Jerph spoke like a gentleman, gentle and cordial, especially with Draco as a contrast.

Even Harry had a crush on Jelf.

The young wizards were then led by Hagrid to the castle, where Professor McGonagall led them to the Great Hall.

In the middle of the auditorium was a shabby hat on a high platform, a wizard's hat, and it opened its mouth and sang loudly.

"The cunning and dangerous will stop at nothing to achieve their goals." It's really a Gryffindor hat, and while praising the four houses, he also stomped on Slytherin. Are you sure this sentence is really dirty with Slateling?

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." Professor McGonagall said, holding a parchment.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Teribout!"

"Ravenclaw!"

...

Jeff is planning his post-sorting study career in his heart at the moment, the forbidden book area is a must, it shouldn't be much of a problem to go to Snape or Professor Lodge to open a note, and Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw is also a better kind of talker, as long as he doesn't deliberately come into contact with the dark arts.

Secondly, the Forbidden Forest is also going to go, and Jelf is going to go more than once.

Don't underestimate the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, where almost all magical creatures are contained except for the dragon and the phoenix. Even creatures like trolls and mountain monsters, as well as centaurs and unicorns, Jelf had made potions, and although his level of potions was not at the level of Master Snape, he still had a unique set of means compared to ordinary wizards. Is there anything richer than the Forbidden Forest for the magical creatures and the materials of those potions inside?

So the Forbidden Forest is also a trip to the Forbidden Forest, and Gerf even wants to ask Professor McGonagall about the Animagus if he can. A profound transformation spell like this must be mastered by yourself.

"Hermione Jane Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

"What?!" With a click, Jelf almost broke one of the gems he was playing with at the sound of the loud cheer.

How could it be Gryffindor?! What would be Gryffindor?!

It doesn't make sense, as long as Hermione doesn't want the Sorting Hat to be...

Someone's messing around! And it's because of me.

The Sorting Hat is a treasure that belongs to Dun Lanffindor, and only one person can control the Sorting Hat from beginning to end.

It's Dumbledore!

Jelf looked sharply towards Hermione's position, and sure enough, unlike the joy of the other little wizards when they heard the Sorting Hat announce the house they were going to, Jelf could clearly see that Hermione's eyes were red.

I'm probably about to cry.

Hermione didn't even dare to look at Jeff at this time, she felt sorry for Gerf, and walked over to the bustling Gryffindor long table and crawled on the table, burying her little head deep in her elbows.

Jelf looked fiercely at Dumbledore in the teacher's seat, and sure enough, the old guy was looking at him, and nodded at him with a smile when he saw that he was delusional.

This old guy did it on purpose! Is this a provocation to me?

Anger churned in Jelf's chest, like a boiler that was about to explode due to excessive pressure. Don't look at Jelf is usually very calm and calm, but that's just because Jelf is in control of the rhythm, in fact, his temper is unusually hot.

The surrounding little wizards suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure in the air around them, and there was a feeling that they couldn't breathe, so they scattered around.

To their surprise, Jelf stood in the middle with a gloomy face.

This is just a phenomenon of pure magic, ordinary wizards' magic rampage can only make Muggles very uncomfortable, but Jelf's magic rampage can make young wizards feel uncomfortable.

Jelf's magic at this time can be imagined.

Some of the young wizards who knew Jelf well changed their faces and looked around uneasily.

Even Professor McGonagall's eyes widened and she looked at Gerf incredulously.

This is Hogwarts, not the time to fall out with Dumbledore.

Angry, but not so bad that Jerph lost his mind, this was not the time to do it.

He just wanted to stay away from the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort, and develop well and become stronger.

Hermione was swept up in it, and it was because of him, which made Jelf not sit idly by. What's more, he himself must have been assigned to Gryffindor, and Dumbledore will definitely not sit idly by and watch the second Voldemort appear.

Having figured it all out, Jelf smiled, and his smile was unusually bright. The tremendous pressure in the hearts of the little wizards was also lost in this smile.

The little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure on them just now was too great.

Professor McGonagall's expression relaxed.

Among all the people present, only two young wizards saw this smile from the bottom of their hearts, and their hands and feet became cold.

One is Neville and the other is Percy.

They knew that Jelf's smile was not a smile at all, but that Jelf was genuinely angry.

"Gerf von Heinfelt"

Jerf walked up to the high platform unhurriedly, and at this moment countless pairs of eyes were on Jelf. Especially the little wizards of the aristocratic wizard family.

"Gryffindor." Glancing at the tattered Sorting Hat, Jelf spoke directly.

"Oh, I'm still..."

"One more word and I'll tear you to shreds, I promise. You're going to say this academy anyway, aren't you? Jerph tried to keep his voice as low as he could. It's not a threat, it's more like a statement.

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat shouted.

Boom, the entire auditorium erupted in roaring applause, and the Gryffindor position was especially loud.

However, the noble little wizards on both sides of Slytherin and Ravenclaw were momentarily stunned.

In their opinion, if Jelf is not in Slytherin, he must be in Ravenclaw, so why Gryffindor?

Ignoring the cheering crowd, Jelf walked towards the red-eyed Hermione, leaned gently next to Hermione, and leaned close to Hermione's ear.

"As I said, where you are, I'll be there."