A cool breeze swept across Hermione's cheeks, making her eyes feel dry, and her bodily functions filled her eyes with tears for a moment.

Today, before she met Arthur, she had always been unhappy with the image he portrayed himself with long front teeth and unkempt hairstyle.

Vows to find Arthur at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and asks him why he wrote himself into the novel.

Even if you write, you can't scandalize her.

No girl likes to be written as an ugly girl.

However, when the Death Eater was about to kill her, it was Arthur who saved himself like a god in a moment of crisis.

At that moment, Arthur was her savior, and such a great kindness made Hermione no longer hold a grudge against Arthur for scandalizing herself by writing into the novel.

She wanted to thank Arthur!

But there were so many people at the time, and before she could figure out how to thank Arthur, the other party had already left.

I thought about going to Arthur's box to find him, but unfortunately Neville lost the toad again.

Seeing Neville crying, Hermione couldn't bear to let him go to Toad alone.

She had to help Neville find Toad first, but this search made her miss the opportunity to thank Arthur on the train.

When Professor McGonagall left, Hermione finally found an opportunity, and she hurriedly pulled Neville towards Arthur.

But the phrase "a little effort", "a little thing", and that paralyzed face and indifferent eyes made Hermione unacceptable.

Obviously, he saved her from the Death Eaters with all his life.

Why did it become such a small thing as picking up garbage on the street and throwing it into a trash can in his eyes?

Hermione doesn't understand! I don't understand!

Could it be that human life, in his indifferent eyes, is a trivial matter?

'Hypocrisy! ’

At this moment, Hermione recalls Arthur's portrayal of himself in "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", an ugly girl who is hated by all her classmates and loves to be in the limelight.

"Huh? How did Hermione go? ”

After Neville thanked Arthur, he realized that Hermione was no longer with him.

With the hand that had just been licked by the toad, he touched the back of his head and looked at Hermione suspiciously as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Maybe I'm looking for a friend, your name is Neville, and my name is Ron Weasley. Can you tell me about what happened at that time......"

Neville tried to go to Hermione, but Ron pestered him.

Neville was a shy and honest child, and when he saw Ron's enthusiastic appearance, he had to slowly tell what had happened.

"That girl is Hermione from the books?"

Harry frowned slightly when he heard Neville call the girl Hermione, and confirmed to Arthur.

"Hmm." Arthur nodded, ignoring Harry.

He looked at the closed door, wondering why he had a faint feeling in his heart.

The moment Professor McGonagall brought them to the room, he/she patted himself or herself lightly on the shoulder.

This is not a good thing for Arthur.

Since Arthur came into this world so far, he/she has only patted Arthur on the shoulder three times.

For the first time, he/she becomes Arthur's creditor.

The second time, Arthur finished writing the last stroke of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone".

The third time, that is, this time.

Arthur didn't know what the action of tapping on the shoulder meant, but it must have been a sign of something.

Something that is about to be associated with him is about to happen.

Harry saw that Arthur was a little indifferent and no longer as friendly as in the car, so he thought that he was not feeling well, so he did not ask any further.

He looked away from Arthur and silently observed the new creatures around him.

Draco Malfoy, who had punched himself in the car, was staring at him with a vicious gaze.

Not to be outdone, Harry glared at each other before turning his attention to Ron and Neville.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall opened the wooden door and told the freshmen to line up. He led them into the dinner hall.

The old students, who had already taken their seats, excitedly raised their hands and clapped their hands in celebration when they saw the new students come in.

The annual freshman sorting ceremony is the favorite part of these old students.

"Wow, how did Lord Lockhart end up in the professor's seat?"

A short-haired girl with a freckled face saw Gilderoy Lockhart in the professor's seat in front of her, and excitedly covered her mouth with her hands and asked her companion next to her.

"Oh my God, didn't he say in an interview with the Daily Prophet yesterday about going to a place and doing something really great. Did you come to Hogwarts to be our professor? ”

The short-haired girl's companion looked at Lockhart adoringly, and couldn't help but exclaim when he saw Lockhart smiling at him.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall glared at Gilderoy Lockhart, who had caused the commotion, before walking over to Headmaster Dumbledore.

After whispering a few words, he took out a sheepskin scroll and stood in front of the Sorting Hat, quietly waiting for Headmaster Dumbledore to speak.

Dumbledore said something, but Arthur didn't listen at all, and he quietly watched the two people sitting on the stage.

One blonde with a smile on his face, and one with a dark hair.

By the time Arthur came to his senses, the Sorting Hat had finished singing, and it had spent a year coming up with the new Hogwarts school song. Headmaster Dumbledore also retreated to the rear and took his seat.

Professor McGonagall raised her hands and waited for the old students to be quiet before opening the sheepskin scroll in her hand...

Just like the novel he wrote, Hannah Abbott was successfully assigned to Hufflepuff. Then there are the other students with the highest letters of their last name.

Every time a student completes the sorting ceremony, the corresponding house erupts in applause.

"Slytherin!"

Draco Malfoy shouted "Slytherin" from the old, filthy, corrupt wizarding hat on his head, and smug a glance at Harry Potter standing below.

To the solemn applause of the Slytherin seniors, he proudly came to the long table that belonged to Slytherin.

Before he could greet the senior next to him, Draco froze when he heard Professor McGonagall call out the name of the next freshman.

He even forgot about such a simple thing as sitting on the bench, but fortunately, the second-grade senior next to him pulled him, and he sat down tremblingly.

His eyes were nervously fixed on the figure walking towards the Sorting Hat.

"Arthur, don't be nervous. The sorting ceremony will be over soon. ”

Professor McGonagall looked a little solemn when she saw Arthur walking to the stage. Thinking that Arthur was nervous because of the sorting ceremony, he whispered and said quietly.

Arthur didn't speak, just nodded, and sat down on the stool in front of Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall thought Arthur was ready, and picked up the Sorting Hat in both hands and placed it gently on top of Arthur's head.

The smell of centuries-old antiques made Arthur frown slightly.

Looking at the expectant glances that the three House Prefects in the audience threw at him, Arthur suddenly remembered the conversation between Harry and the Sorting Hat when he was writing the book.

If Harry hadn't insisted on not going to Slytherin, would the Sorting Hat really have sent Harry to Slytherin?

And just as he cast his eyes on Harry, the Sorting Hat's loud voice echoed through the banquet hall.

"Slytherin!"

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