Case...... What? Slytherin?

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Ringo's eyes widened, his pupils filled with incredulity.

What's the situation? What if the Sorting Hat would fully respect the young wizard's personal choice? Is it only the personal choice of Rowling's own son's family? Why didn't I even talk to me and throw it directly into Slytherin - I'm a "mudblood"!

In a trance, he thought he had misheard.

But the next moment.

And he heard the sparse applause—

Quite distinctly from some of the upper divisions of Slytherin...... a small part.

However, the few were drumming and realizing that something was not quite right with the atmosphere, and the other Slytherins were glaring at them viciously.

So......

The sparse applause quickly faded away.

But it's enough.

In the applause, everyone realized that this was happening - the Muggle-born wizard Ringo Shelby, who had just fought the pure-blood Malfoy in the car, had been sorted into Slytherin! Is the Sorting Hat broken? Or is it some kind of kidding?

Some of the little wizards subconsciously looked at the other academies.

And then.

They saw Draco Malfoy and his henchmen with a look of disgust as if they had stepped on cow; I saw most of the Gryffindor freshmen with their faces full of wonder but turned to worry; Saw the rather sorry Ravenclaw prefect Penelo Crivat, and ...... No, it's as if the little Hufflepuff wizard of the bystanders is watching.

Of course.

The ultimate, the ultimate.

All the perspectives are back to Ringo.

McGonagall walked up and interrupted the sluggishness of all the young wizards, including Ringo: "Mr. Shelby, what's wrong with you?" It doesn't look good. ”

"I, I'm fine." Ringo reacted, his face slowly recovered, he was an adult after all, after calming down, while taking off his hat and returning it to McGonagall, he said to McGonagall, "I just thought I would enter Gryffindor, but I didn't expect ......"

He glanced at the Gryffindor table rather "with pity".

He looked at Slytherin "helplessly".

"Oh, Mr. Shelby, I'm sorry you didn't get into Gryffindor." Originally, McGonagall felt sorry that Ringo was assigned to Slytherin because of her favorite, but now she sees that Ringo's volunteer is also her own Gryffindor, but she is a decent person after all, so she still encouraged, "But don't be too sad, Slytherin is a quarter of Hogwarts and an excellent house, I believe you will definitely make a difference in Slytherin......"

"Thank you for your encouragement, Professor McGonagall, I'll do my best!"

Ringo flashed gratitude.

Then he got up, bathed in infinite peace with dozens of malicious glances, and walked towards the Slytherin table.

"Ringo Shelby, he was the one who beat Malfoy in the car for a couple of Gryffindors."

"I've never heard of the last name 'Shelby.'"

"Of course you haven't heard of Malfoy saying he's a mudblood!"

"Filthy and lowly mudbloods? Has the Sorting Hat been trampled on by a troll? Actually assigned the mudbloods to our Slytherins? ”

"Stay away from him......"

In the fingering and whispering of a group of small snakes.

Ringo found an empty seat and sat down.

At the same time, the little wizard sitting next to him was glared at by Malfoy, and immediately moved to the side with a frightened face.

Ringo was left alone to sit.

- It was clear that he was ostracized on his first day of school.

But.

Ringo, who had a bad fate in his previous life, didn't feel much about this kind of isolation, which was not even a setback, and he was happy to be quiet when he saw that no one was paying attention.

Instead, I have the mind to observe my surroundings:

Snape the gloomy old bat, Quirrell with his purple turban, Hagrid the tall, Flitwick short but skilled at dueling, Sprout covered in chubby dirt, Filch the caretaker and his scrawny cat wandering through the doorway, McGonagall with her sorting hat, and ...... Headmaster Dumbledore.

At this time.

The Sorting House is completely closed.

Dumbledore, who hadn't spoken much, stood up - he had silver hair, a long beard that hung down to his navel, a kind face, and the appearance of the first two parts, but he could easily win the trust of others.

Although happy education gives people the illusion of teaching children.

But Dumbledore was still very popular with the students, at least at the opening ceremony, he was not a bunch of nonsense like the leaders of his previous life, but was concise and to the point, with a joke: "Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year, before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: stupid!" Cry! Residue! Wring! ”

"Thank you!"

He sat down.

All four colleges burst into thunderous applause, and with the applause, food began to appear out of thin air on the plates: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding......

"Wow! It's so hearty! The little wizards, who had been hungry for a day, immediately began to bury their heads in feasting.

Even Hermione, Harry and the others were still looking at Ringo.

Pity.

Ringo didn't look back - he was cooking, too.

At noon he ate a corned beef sandwich, by which time he was already hungry, and because of his experience in his previous life, he could eat everything he could, and of course, on this basis, he preferred delicious Chinese food.

But at the moment, in addition to the lack of vegetables, it is not impossible to eat.

What else is there to be picky about?

It's just not crazy like Ron!

He still chews slowly, likes to feel the atmosphere of table manners, and by the way, he can talk to the ghosts around him.

That's right.

Slytherin's resident Ghost Bloodman, Barrow, sat next to him.

He was a terrible ghost, with hollow eyes, a thin face, and silver stains of blood on his robes.

Barrow was sitting next to Malfoy.

But Malfoy was afraid and disgusted.

It just so happened that Ringo had a vacant seat here, so he floated over, but his dark eyes kept looking at Ravenclaw.

"Hello, my name is Ringo Shelby, are you a ghost of Slytherin?" Ringo asked.

"Hmm."

"What shall I call you?"

"Bloody Barrow."

"Can you eat? Come a little? ”

"Nope."

"What are you looking at? Could it be a ghost from Ravenclaw's side? ”

Barrow the Bloody looked back at Ringo.

The gaze was gloomy.

But Ringo was not afraid, but smiled: "That's really a beautiful lady, she must have been brilliant in her lifetime, do you say?" ”

Barrow stared at Ringo, silent for a long time.

Nodding his head, he said, "It's beautiful." ”

Apparently he was sober and sensible at this time, and agreed with Ringo's words, but these words finally brought back his memories, and then he flew away with a snort.

Ringo finally felt warm.

Then, to the laughter of Malfoy's group—they felt that even the ghosts hated Ringo—the dinner was finished.

At last.

After Dumbledore had once again spoken about the prohibition of going to the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch players being reviewed next week, the ban on entering the right hallway on the fourth floor, and the singing of the school song, the opening party was over.

"Freshmen from various colleges, please follow the prefects back to the dormitory!"

"The Gryffindor people are here......"

"Slytherin's go this way......"

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the prefects of each college began to take up their duties, especially leading the new students to find the dormitory.

However, before leaving the auditorium, Hermione found an opportunity to sneak up to Ringo's side, her eyes were slightly red, and her expression was very worried: "Ringo...... How did you get sorted into Slytherin, something must have gone wrong with the Sorting Hat...... Forget it, you have to be careful with Malfoy, don't be bullied! ”

"Don't worry, thank God I don't bully him." Ringo blinked, "Go ahead, hurry back to the team, don't lose it." ”

The care of little girls is always heartwarming.

So much so that when he entered the dungeon, which was the Slytherin lounge, Ringo's heart was still warm.

It is different from the bright and warm of the other three colleges.

The Slytherin Lounge is located beneath the Black Lagoon, and access to it is through a labyrinthine corridor of shadows, and the Lounge is just as narrow and low, extending into the interior of the Black Lake, with its green lights giving the impression of being inside a shipwreck, and even some huge squid can be seen roaming through the windows.

It is worth mentioning.

You also need a password to get here, and the password is generally slightly disrespectful, such as "pureblood", but today it's okay, the password is "glory".

Ringo was always at the back of the line.

After entering the lounge, most of the seniors went straight to their dorms, and the new students had to check the dorm on the bulletin board.

"Haha!"

Suddenly there was a loud laugh from the front.

The next moment, he came out of the crowd with Goyle and Crabbe, glared at Ringo maliciously, and headed for the dormitory.

This expression has some content......

Could it be ......

Ringo stepped forward and looked through the gap to the list of dormitories, and soon found his name, and at the same time, he also saw the list of roommates: Vincent Crabbe; Gregory Gower; Draco Malfoy.