At the long table belonging to Gryffindor, there was a burst of applause.

"We've got Potter!"

"We've got Potter!"

The fact that the Savior is going to school has always been of great interest to the young wizards of Hogwarts, each of whom has a different vision of the Savior.

But without exception, it shouldn't be what Harry is now—skinny, pathetic, only the momentum is different against the background of those cat eyes.

The savior should be a bit legendary.

The outstanding students of each college have tried to find the inheritance of the Big Four.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Ravenclaw's Tiara, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup......

The Lion House is no exception.

They are most enthusiastic about finding the legendary Gryffindor Sword, but have never heard of anyone discovering Gryffindor's secret treasure.

Until today –

Who would have thought that the Gryffindor Sword was hidden in the Sorting Hat.

No matter how bold the little lion is, he will not swim to the principal's office at night to give away people's heads in vain.

Harry nodded at them in thanks, and headed to the table with his silver sword in hand.

He was hurriedly stopped by the hat: "That impolite little lion, give me back the sword." ”

McGonagall helped: "Yes, Mr. Potter, the Gryffindor Sword doesn't belong to you. ”

"I'm just borrowing it back to see it." Harry's face didn't change, and he casually made up nonsense, "Mr. Sorting Hat said that you can only pull it out if you need it, which proves that I need it now." ”

Professor McGonagall was stunned.

It seems like... That's the truth.

The Sorting Hat chirped twice, "That's just proof of your Gryffindor identity, my dear little gentleman, stuff it back quickly, it's empty, I'm not used to it." ”

"I can help you find a stick about the same size." Harry tried to bargain, the world blacksmith is hard to find, a master weapon that is also excellent in the witcher world, he doesn't want to let go.

The Sorting Hat jumped up and smashed it on Harry's head, "Can a stick be the same as a sword, you haven't passed the trial, this sword doesn't belong to you now." ”

Harry wanted to struggle a few more times.

"Alright, Harry." Headmaster Dumbledore spoke, pushing his glasses with a look of excitement in his eyes, "Give the poor old hat back the sword, it's the only old friend left." ”

The hat muttered, "Albus, you're also an old friend of mine." ”

"I remember when you were in charge of the Sorting House."

"You've got seven years left, and that's enough for you to find a way to actually own this sword." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth were intertwined, "Isn't it, born little Mr. Gryffindor?" ”

In the teacher's seat, there was a louder, more undisguised laugh.

Harry looked over.

Black robe, oily head, kelp hair, looking straight at himself, his eyes full of disgust.

When I looked at myself, the disgust was even stronger, almost substantively overflowing.

"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore glanced at the oily head of the kelp before he collected his emotions and looked away.

Harry nodded, "Oh, well, for your sake. ”

He lifted the Sorting Hat and reluctantly stabbed his sword into it.

The Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief: "It's much more comfortable now, when you're ready, you can come to me." ”

Harry turned back three times and walked over to the Gryffindor table.

Professor McGonagall coughed twice, "Alright, the Sorting continues, next... Let me see ......"

"You're amazing!" As soon as Harry sat down, he was greeted with enthusiasm.

Two red-haired, pockmarked-faced twin teenagers like Ron winked at Harry, "There was such a big show at the sorting ceremony. ”

"We never thought about it!"

"Oh, born Gryffindor."

"You are the great lion king."

"Thanks for the compliment." The sour water was overflowing, and the people around him looked unnatural, Harry's face changed, and his tone was as emotionless as ever, "Forget about the lion king, I have no interest in that." ”

"The king never reveals his ambitions." The twins sang and harmonized.

"Unless it's time to ascend the throne."

"Now he's just a lion cub......"

Bang.

A fist slammed down.

"Don't be cheap." The red-haired teenager was more serious than the twins, "They're the mischievous tricksters in all of Hogwarts, so there's no need to take them too seriously." ”

"Hello, Potter, I'm the Gryffindor prefect, Percy Weasley."

Harry raised his hand and rubbed his temple, "Okay, Chief Weasley, I have a question for you. ”

The sound of "Weasley Prefect" made Percy a little lost.

He raised his head: "Of course, solving problems for juniors is what a prefect should do. ”

"Who's that oil-headed kelp?" Harry looked up at the teacher's chair, just in time for Snape's disgusted gaze.

Udon Haiter Kepp?

Is there a professor at Hogwarts called this?

He followed Harry's gaze and looked at Snape as well.

"Oily head kelp!" The twins' eyes lit up, "What an excellent title." ”

"You're so talented, Harry, mess with us."

"We're going to be able to get out of the limelight again and again."

Percy lowered his head and lowered his voice for fear of reaching the teacher's seat: "That professor is the head of Slytherin House, in charge of teaching Potions classes, and has always disliked us Gryffindors. ”

Harry nodded, still staring at Snape.

Ron muttered, "I don't think Professor Snape likes you very much, Harry?" ”

Snape snorted, looked away, and began to talk to the professor next to him.

"You didn't feel wrong." Harry laughed and said, "He doesn't like me, and he hates..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his face: "I hate my looks, especially my eyes." ”

"Oh? How handsome your eyes are. Ron shook his head.

Fred continued: "That is, the lion king should have a pair of lion eyes!" ”

"So, this is also the symbol of the lion king!" Brother George sighed, "Your Majesty, great lion king, you will ascend the throne tonight and sit on the throne!" ”

Harry pulled a flask from his robe and placed it on the table, "If you two want to go on, I'll put this thing down your throats." ”

"Potions?"

"Has our Lion King begun refining the potion that will reward his warriors?"

The twins are still playing tricks.

Percy was a good student, and he recognized at a glance what kind of potion it was: "Forgetting Potion, Harry, you tried to make it yourself, Harry?" ”

"Well, I tried it before school started, and it was quite easy." Harry nodded.

Fred wanted to keep playing tricks, and Ron pulled his brother's hair—not lacking a hint of revenge—and began to publicize Harry's success on the train.

One punch for a little friend.

Fred and George poked their heads out and looked at Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table from afar, contrasting their sizes, and quieted down tamely and obediently.

Forgetting potions aren't a good thing.

Harry was about to put away the potion in satisfaction, when the scar on his forehead suddenly tingled, and he quickly raised his head and looked at Snape and... The gaze of the professor next to Snape.

He furrowed his brow.

Does the scar hurt?

This is the first time.

The witcher world has been in the world for so long, and the scars have been peaceful, and several powerful sorceresses, such as Yennefer, Triss, and Kayla, who is good at alchemy, have checked for themselves, except for its special shape, it has nothing else special.

So, something irritates your scar?

Snape?

You can't hurt people with a malicious gaze, and I didn't feel any magic to attack me just now.

And he and Snape had looked at each other many times.

Is that the professor next to you?

"Who's the one talking to Professor Snape?" Knowing that Snape was teaching Potions class, Harry had a little more affection for him—even with malice in his eyes, which was much more malicious than mere when Viselmir had taught him.

"Professor Quirrell." Percy explained, "He was a professor of Muggle studies last year, and only this year he became a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts. ”

Harry nodded and smiled, "Oh, he's funny. ”

Percy gave Harry a startled look.

What's interesting about the professor with his head wrapped in a turban and looking like an Indian?

The sorting is over, and dinner is over.

Dumbledore stood up and said what to do - don't enter the Forbidden Forest, don't cast spells in the hallway, and don't go into the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor.

Directed the students to sing the school song.

The aura of magic finally settled and submerged into the body, and was closely associated with the castle.

Percy held up his hand, "First-year freshman, come with me and I'll take you to the dormitory." ”

Harry leaned over, "Prefect Weasley, I have something to leave." ”

"Then you won't find your way." Another prefect made Percy's attitude gentle, "Just enrolled, what can you do?" ”

Harry whispered, "Don't worry, I'll find you." ”

"I've got to see Headmaster Dumbledore, there's something I need to talk to him about."

Every witcher is a good tracker.

Even the best hounds can follow the scent from East London to West London, and even the best hounds can't compare to the Witcher.

"Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore." Percy nodded suddenly, and agreed, "Okay, then you remember, the password for the dormitory is dragon scum." ”

"There's a portrait of a fat lady at the door, just read the order to her."

Harry took it to heart and turned after Dumbledore.

Beside the old man was the oil-haired Kelp Professor.

"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore looked at him happily, "You don't go to the dormitory, come to me?" ”

"Yes, I have some I want to talk to you about." Harry nodded, and threw a smile at Snape that he thought he was okay.

Snape grinned, almost gnashing his teeth.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "Well, I have something I want to talk to you about." ”

"Severus, do you want to come along?"

Snape sneered, Harry was not delusional, he was really gritting his teeth: "I won't disturb your reunion, Dumbledore, remember, you have to give me an explanation!" ”