The fifth-level fluorescent flicker didn't require a spell cast, but Louis felt that it was better to keep a low profile, so he still recited it.

Even so, it still seems a bit out of the crowd.

While on the boat, Neville was so crowded that Neville almost fell. Thanks to Ron's quick eye, an accident was avoided.

To Louis's surprise, there was not only Professor McGonagall at the gates of Hogwarts Castle, but also a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a hooked nose.

It was Snape.

"Mr. Louis Mountbatten, please follow me." Snape's greasy voice rang out, interrupting Louis's thoughts.

It dawned on Louis that this old bat ...... Professor Snape was waiting for him.

He honestly stepped out of the ranks, followed Snape into the castle under the worried eyes of Harry, Roenneville, and the others.

Turning right through the door, Snape led Louis to the broomroom next to the Great Hall.

"Let's talk about our brilliant freshman who beat up his classmates on the train, causing three people to break their arms." Snape had a sad smile on his face: "If you've been to a Muggle school, you should know what the consequences of beating up a classmate are, and I think our illustrious Mr. Louis will give me a reasonable explanation, what do you say?" ”

He specifically bit the accent on the two "outstanding".

"Of course, Professor." Louis bowed politely and slowly pulled out a voice recorder.

He didn't fight randomly, he came prepared.

Under Snape's quizzling gaze, Louis pressed play.

Hearing Marcus insult Neville's "snot", Louis saw Snape's face twitch visibly. Until the end of the recording, Snape's facial expression was like that of a poker, and there was no emotion.

"I know, Professor, Mudblood is an extremely vicious name." Louis retracted his recorder: "No cultured person would call someone like that—someone as good as a professor must have never experienced Neville's feelings, right?" ”

Snape looked slowly at Louis, a puzzled look.

"I don't think the professor has ever been called 'snot', and he's been humiliated by hanging his pants—"

Louis was sure that he didn't mean it on purpose, but he didn't mean to reveal Snape's scars at all, he swore to the lamp!

"Enough!" Snape's face was cloudy, and at the same time, the lights behind him went out. His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat: "Enough! Go to the sorting ceremony, and remember, your house will deduct 20 points for your actions on the train! ”

Louis innocently asked, "Well, Professor, if I am assigned to your academy-"

"You reckless troll...... Will only be assigned to Gryffindor. Snape said firmly.

By the time Louis arrived in the auditorium, the sorting ceremony had begun. The broken hat had probably finished singing the nonsense, and Professor McGonagall tugged at its tip and read the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" A funny voice sounded, and Louis looked up to see a blonde witch with two ponytails happily walking to the seat of the badger house next to her, and the friendly and gentle badger house seniors greeted her with eager applause.

Louis even noticed that a chubby ghost was waving happily to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Bout!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The list of the sorting ceremony was arranged by the initials of the surname, and it soon reached his M group.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Louis glanced up at a stinky boy with pale blonde hair sitting in a chair, the hat didn't even touch his hair, and screamed to sort him out of Slytherin.

When everyone wasn't looking, Malfoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Louis Mountbatten!"

Professor McGonagall called Louis by name.

Louis walked through the side door of the auditorium, and his classmates whispered a little face that could be called a disaster for the country and the people. He was graceful in his gestures, as if they were natural—but Louis knew that he had learned this through eleven years of hard aristocracy.

Professor McGonagall saw him sit in his seat and placed the Sorting Hat on Louis's head.

"Elegant, so elegant." The sound of the hat rang in Louis's ears.

Louis just sat upright, but the next sentence almost didn't scare him.

"Hmm...... It seems that the ideas you are exposed to do not fit into this school, I thought, Newmengard may be a better fit for you? ”

In the staff seat, Headmaster Dumbledore gradually sat up straight, his eyes staring at Louis for a moment, as if trying to see him through.

Louis crossed five periods in his heart, why, Hogwarts is going to open a sixth house in addition to Azkaban Academy?

You're sick! Isn't that a good deal...... At most, the people in Azkaban are ordinary madmen or murderers, so who are the people in Nyumungadri? The unsuccessful art students in the wizarding world......

Others will fight World War if they can't get into the Academy of Fine Arts, and they won't be able to choose the Minister of Magic.

In the Nuremberg court, you have to give a Class A class.

Even with his back to the faculty chair, Louis could guess that he was already targeted by Dumbledore.

"I can feel your ambition, it's carved into your bones—don't deny it, child, maybe you don't even notice it, ha...... It was just a little joke the old hat made on you. ”

"Gryffindor? Well...... You have unparalleled courage, a noble-born child, but ...... Well, believe me, even Godric himself didn't have such courage. ”

Louis thought to himself, I'll put up with you halfway through what you say, as long as you can divide me into Gryffindor.

"Then ......" the hat no longer whispered, but shouted "Glen......"

Louis was ecstatic, he really fell asleep and came to the pillow wow.

But how could that nasty old hat get Louis what he wanted? He changed his voice so quickly that he was caught off guard: "Slytherin!" ”

It was really a sudden commotion, so that Louis almost broke his waist. The moment Professor McGonagall picked up the hat, he whispered to the Sorting Hat, "I remember this favor, Mr. Hat." ”

There was a sparse round of applause from the Slytherin seats, Louis was not a pure-blood they fancied, maybe not even a half-blood wizard, and it was strange to be welcomed by the little snakes. The moment Snape heard the results of the Sorting House, as if someone had cast a petrification spell, it took him a long time to react, and he reluctantly clapped his palms with an expression like eating flies.

Ron and Harry, who had not yet been sorted, whispered to each other that Louis had not been sorted into Gryffindor.

Louis walked straight to the Slytherin seat without squinting. looked left and right, and just saw the blonde senior sister on the train.

He sat beside his senior sister with a golden sword, and a refreshing cold fragrance lingered in his nose.

The Slytherin students leaned back slightly, in awe of Louis's actions.

Louis didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but simply said that he was good, and turned around calmly to continue watching the sorting ceremony.

As his gaze swept over the faculty chair, Dumbledore's half-moon lens flashed, drawing Louis's gaze to it. Then I saw Mr. Principal bowing his head slightly, and Louis also politely returned the salute.

How could he not understand that he was being targeted by Lao Deng.

Yes, and Snape.

Why was he so sure, because the maggot-like chill didn't disappear until Professor McGonagall called Harry's name.

But it doesn't matter, Louis thinks about his indisputable character, ordinary background, salted fish-like attitude to life, and ordinary appearance......

It shouldn't be too noticeable...... Right?

With the last student being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally ended. After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and sat back in her seat with her sorting hat in hand, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and stretched out his arms with a smile on his face: "Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year." Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, and that is: stupid, crying nose, residue, screw, thank you. ”

"Now, let the feast begin!" With the movement of his hands, the table in front of each student was filled with sumptuous food.

By the time Louis turned around, the senior sister beside him had already put away the books she was reading and was taking small bites of the food in front of her.

He was also a little hungry after a bumpy day in the car - he had only eaten half of Ron's sandwich and rubbed Harry with a chocolate frog, and his stomach was now empty.

The inertia of the eleven years of English aristocracy was undoubtedly terrible, thanks to the stick coercion of his grandfather Louis Mountbatten the Elder, and the tireless cramming of the court teachers sent by his aunt and godmother, and the words and deeds of his sister Diana, even if he was now starving to death, he subconsciously adhered to that rigid etiquette and ate slowly.