"Slytherin!"

When the Sorting Hat called out Slytherin, the banquet hall, bathed in stars, fell silent for an instant.

"How did he get sorted into Slytherin?"

Cedric, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, exclaimed, wondering how the Sorting Hat could have sent Arthur to Slytherin House, where only pure-blood wizards go.

Not only did he think so, but all the students who knew Arthur heard "Slytherin" and immediately thought of this question.

"Damn, why is he in the same academy as me?"

Draco looked at Arthur on the stage, a flash of surprise on his pale cheeks.

He had decided to stay away from Arthur, but the Sorting Hat assigned him to the same house.

"Protest!"

"He's a Muggle!"

"The honor of Slytherin cannot be tarnished by Muggles!"

Several Slytherin seniors near the front desk stood up and glared at Arthur, yelling loudly.

Their parents were both staff members of the Ministry of Magic, and several of them knew something about Arthur's identity.

Face a Muggle who grew up in an orphanage in the Muggle world and is assigned to a Slytherin house that only pure-blood wizards can enter.

They can't accept this result!

Disgrace!

If Arthur did come to Slytherin, then tonight would be a night of shame for their pure-blood wizards.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the professor's seat, looked at Arthur's back with an expressionless face, his half-squinted eyes could not read his thoughts at this time.

The middle-aged blond man sitting next to him, Gilderoy Lockhart, glanced at Professor Snape with a wicked smile.

At this time, Professor Snape's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were like a poisonous snake looking at the Slytherin students in the audience.

As several of the leading students protested, more and more Slytherin students also stood up and protested against the professors.

Draco instinctively stood up when he saw that the seniors and freshmen beside him had joined in the protest against Arthur's entry into Slytherin.

But when his peripheral vision saw Arthur's eyes, his body trembled involuntarily.

Frightened, Draco hurriedly sat back on the stool, covering his stomach with his hands, and lying on the table with his upper body pretending to have an upset stomach.

"Quiet! The Sorting Hat is a treasure left behind by the four founders, and it is determined which house all new students are assigned to in which house. No one can dispute the Sorting Hat's decision! ”

Professor McGonagall slapped the table beside her vigorously, looking sternly at the troublesome Slytherin students.

The majestic tone made these little wizards quiet down instantly, but they did not sit back in their places, but silently expressed the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"Headmaster Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall! Slytherin doesn't accept Arthur, and we Gryffindors welcome him very much! ”

"Arthur, who dared to face the Death Eaters, had the same qualities as us Gryffindor. He's the real Gryffindor! ”

The Weasley Twins, seated in the front row of the Gryffindor table, stood on the bench and shouted loudly, despite their older brother Percy's obstruction.

Seeing this, the other Gryffindor students also stood up, chanting Arthur's words that belonged to Slytherin.

"No! Arthur Pendragon is the author of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. He has a great talent for writing, and he should belong to us Ravenclaw! ”

"Arthur, we Ravenclaws are a good group of students who like to learn and don't like to make trouble. If you come to us, you will love this big family. ”

The two Ravenclaw prefects who had seen Arthur on the train, and when they saw that the Gryffindors wanted Arthur to join their academy, their faces changed, and they immediately stood up and threw an olive branch to Arthur.

"Arthur, I love your novels so much. Can you come to Ravenclaw? I could..."

A Ravenclaw girl with round-rimmed glasses blushed to Arthur expressing her admiration for him.10 But her voice was too soft and quickly drowned out by the roars of the two House students.

"Hmph, shameless!"

Hermione glanced at the Ravenclaw girl, a little disgruntled.

"Arthur come to our Gryffindor!"

"He belongs to Ravenclaw!"

The two colleges, the students of the banquet hall, threw an olive branch to Arthur. All of a sudden, the entire hall turned into a chaotic and noisy vegetable market.

Only the Hufflepuff students sat quietly in the corner, staring at each other, not knowing whether they should join the battle against Arthur.

Cedric and the two prefects who had met Arthur wanted Arthur to join their Hufflepuff House.

But when they saw Dean Pomona Sprout on the stage, with a serious face, they decided not to mess with the professors.

Arthur, who was the focus, was whispering why the Sorting Hat had sorted himself into Slytherin.

"I can't read your mind, but there's a very old aura about you that tells me that you belong in Slytherin."

For a student like Arthur who couldn't read thoughts, the ancient Sorting Hat was also the first time he had come across it.

When he was about to ask Arthur which house he wanted to go to, a vague smell of antiquity reminded him of a picture.

A figure to be exact, Slytherin founder Salazar Slytherin.

"yes, then it looks like I'll have to go to Slytherin."

When Arthur heard this, he remembered that he/she tapped himself on the shoulder before he or she entered the banquet hall.

Since he/she wants to get himself into Slytherin, Arthur doesn't feel any more resentful.

Knowing why, Arthur lifted his hands and removed the Sorting Hat from his head and handed it to Professor McGonagall, who was grim-faced.

With everyone watching, he stood up and walked towards the Slytherin table.

He only came to Hogwarts to find a shelter so that he could write books and earn money.

Since he/she allowed himself or herself into Slytherin, there must have been some kind of meaning.

Arthur still trusts the creditor who has allowed him to live until now.

'Maybe coming to Slytherin will give me more inspiration...'

His face was calm, and he walked calmly.

The slytherin students' malicious eyes looked in front of him like a dead leaf blown up by the breeze, and it couldn't stir up any waves in his heart.

"You're not welcome here! Get out of here! ”

A tall Slytherin student stood in front of Arthur and yelled at Arthur.

Arthur ignored the student, instead looking back at Professor Snape, who was sitting on the stage.

Feeling Arthur's deep gaze, Professor Snape, with a gloomy face, stood up.

He knew it was Arthur's temptation. As the head of Slytherin, if he doesn't take care of this matter, his majesty will definitely suffer.

If he favored the students of his own house, then he would not be trusted by Arthur and would make Dumbledore unhappy.

For this kid who knows he's a double agent of the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. Professor Snape's visceral hatred.

But... His abilities were too special, and they gave Professor Snape some hope.