Edward Rohr was stared at by Calvin's oppressive gaze and unconsciously took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Professor Capet. I didn't mean to... That's not what I think. This was all taught to me by my great-uncle, I'm sorry. Edward wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I hope this is the last time I'll hear anything about pureblood in the club."

Calvin looked away from Edward and went on to explain, "I used to use the World Tree as a way to explore the origins of magic, and I thought that no matter how complicated the process was, there would always be a concise beginning to the origins of magic...... Just like this World Tree, the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire were held up with branches, and the first wizard was born under the tree. ”

"Later, I began to dig deeper into the origins of magic, and I realized that this simple symbol was actually not simple. A single tree encompasses the entire world, which seems to imply that the entire world is the origin of magic. ”

"When I started studying Fantastic Beasts and using them as a tool for me to understand the world, I thought that the World Tree represented the nature of the world – fragility and infinite vitality."

The World Tree behind Calvin began to flourish, flourish, wither, and die rapidly, and then continued to circulate until it was a spring scene of young shoots.

"I say these things to tell you that the world is big and knowledge is greater."

Calvin looked up at the buds hanging from the branches and said, "Learning magic is an adventure, and I want each of you to go out on your own magical path." ”

There were varying degrees of confusion in the eyes of the little wizards, and they seemed to listen to Calvin's words in understanding, not all of them could understand Calvin's understanding and state of mind for many years.

Sunlight shone on everyone's shoulders through the cracks in the World Tree, and Calvin waved his wand and said, "Now everyone finds the stone pier with their name engraved on it, sits down and prepares for class." ”

After a burst of rustling footsteps, everyone sat down on the stone pier and looked at the unfamiliar classmates around them.

"I know what you're asking: why don't you divide us into houses."

Harry nodded, and on either side of him sat Chobari and Malfoy, and on the other side of Chobari, Cedric sat on.

"Because I don't like the Sorting Hat. It is unwise to decide on a child's life for the next seven years or even a lifetime, based on some thoughts at the age of eleven. Calvin said unconcernedly.

There was a low exchange among the young wizards, and this was not the first time Professor Capet had spoken wildly.

"The Sorting Hat divides you into different houses based on your most prominent qualities. These traits make up the different cultures of the four houses, which in turn influence the young wizards, exacerbating them. I can even tell the academy a person comes from just by looking at him. ”

"The accuracy rate of this mini-game is more than 95%."

"There are good and bad ways of categorizing, and the good thing is that each college has its own virtues that it values and drives students forward; The downside is that some people don't learn the virtues, but instead get caught up in the shortcomings of each college and become complacent. ”

"Gryffindors, for example, advocate courage and strength, but some people don't have the spirit of self-sacrifice, snobbery and enjoy the pleasure of power."

As soon as Calvin said this, one name appeared in the minds of the three of Harry at the same time: Cowmike McLagan. He is the least likable of all Gryffindors, epitomizing the negative traits of Gryffindors in a concentrated and stereotypical manner.

"For now, this method of sorting is a mixed bag."

"Of course, I'm not the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I don't have the authority to change the way Hogwarts is sorted, unless I build a school myself."

"The Headmasters of Hogwarts were aware of the problem before I did. As a result, most of your courses are done with other colleges, especially after the senior year, and most of them are taken together by four houses. ”

Many sixth and seventh graders nodded their heads.

"Doing so ensures that you are exposed to another group of peers with different traits and that you can learn from each other's good qualities."

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"I tried working together in groups from different houses in my Magical Beasts Conservation class, and it worked well."

The Wesley twins turned and grinned at Cedric.

"So I decided to try a more radical approach in the Origin Club, where I would ask students from different houses and different grades to cooperate with each other."

Harry counted them, and in his group, he happened to be in a group with Akihari, and of course, Cedric and Malfoy.

Although not in a group with Ron Hermione, this group is also good.

Harry glanced at Qiu Chang beside him, the gentle oriental girl noticed his gaze and smiled at him, but then turned her gaze to the tall and handsome Cedric on the other side.

This grouping is not good at all.

Harry's heart was filled with frustration almost instantly, and he felt like he was falling into an endless abyss. At this moment, he finally understood what the Wesley twins meant by what he said:

"Come on, Harry, you're going to have a strong opponent."

It seems that they have known about this for a long time.

Cedric is handsome, tall, excellent, stubborn, and has a sense of justice, often at the top of their grade. Although Harry is not bad, and even has a special contribution award, it is still a bit of a gap compared to Cedric, a boy who exudes an aura all over his body.

Even Harry's proudest identity, a student who receives private instruction from Professor Capet, is one of Cedric's aura.

If his only flaw is that he is pale like a vampire.

Although Harry's mood didn't show on his face, Malfoy on the side was keenly aware of his change.

"Looks like we're teaming up again, Potter," Harry heard Malfoy's mocking voice, "you're in a bad mood?" It won't be because I've stolen your limelight, Savior Potter. ”

"It's none of your business, White Peacock Malfoy." Harry replied unceremoniously.

Malfoy's mouth was wide open, he didn't know when he had a nickname.

"What did you say, Potter?" The flush of shame gave Malfoy a touch of blood on his face.

"The White Peacock," Harry said, turning his head, "as the White Peacock struggled to show off its tailscreen, it also exposed its ugliest ass. ”

"Harry Potter, you're not allowed to call me that." Malfoy was a little angry.

"Do you want to duel me? Malfoy. Harry smiled slightly, he had already completely grasped the young master.