Chapter 5：

This scene caused many young wizards to snicker, and Neville returned to the team in embarrassment and timidity.

Wait until Mag turns around to prepare for the sorting.

At a young age, Draco Malfoy, who had a slicked back hair, fell in love at first sight with the savior Harry Potter... fell in love and killed each other.

"It seems that what they said on the train is true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

With his two immovable followers Crabbe and Goyle beside him, Malfoy stepped forward and stood on the steps and proudly introduced himself to Harry Potter: "Draco Malfoy."

His character is like this, with the arrogance and arrogance of a pure-blood noble.

And these are exactly what Weasley hates, so Ron even sneered when he saw his peacock-like appearance.

The voice was not loud, but just enough for Malfoy to hear.

Malfoy turned his head and looked at Ron. The person who knows you best must be your most hated enemy.

Recognizing that this was a member of the Weasley family, Malfoy mocked with disdain without any concealment: "Red hair, the old robe passed down from the family, you must be from the Weasley family."

Ron felt aggrieved at being hit on a sore point.

The Weasley family has too many people, with seven children alone.

In order to save money, he had to use the things left by his brothers.

After mocking Weasley, Malfoy appealed to Harry.

"You will soon find that some wizard families are superior to others."

"Potter, no one wants to make friends with bad people, I can help you."

Being able to make the proud Malfoy extend his hand to show his kindness showed that he really wanted to be friends with Harry.

John frowned at these remarks. Although he only thought Malfoy was arrogant when he read it before, it still made him very unhappy after hearing it in person.

These words humiliated all wizards other than pure-bloods, making people want to punch that proud face.

It's just that Malfoy obviously forgot one thing.

Harry and Weasley are friends, and no one likes others to laugh at their friends in front of them.

"I think I can tell the good from the bad myself, thank you."

Harry decisively rejected Malfoy's overtures, which made Malfoy a little embarrassed.

When the two looked at each other affectionately (?), John couldn't help but shake his head.

"Little Malfoy, this is not how we make friends."

John calmly took a few steps forward and approached Neville. Hermione watched him step forward and followed him.

Hermione thought John was angry after hearing Malfoy's words. If he hits someone on the first day of school, it would be a bad thing regardless of whether it's a wizarding school or not.

But her worries were somewhat unnecessary. Not long after Malfoy finished speaking, Professor McGonagall came back and brought them in together.

The sky above the Great Hall of Hogwarts is a magical night sky, with hundreds of candles floating in the sky lighting up the Great Hall.

There are four long tables filled with students. The students' clothes on the long tables have different colors on the edges, representing the four colleges respectively.

Red and gold Gryffindor.

Blue and gray Ravenclaw.

Green and silver Slytherin.

Yellow and black Hufflepuff.

The four huge funnels in the auditorium represent the credits of each college.

The senior students watched the junior students come in. Hermione beside John kept talking about "Hogwarts: A History of the School", which gave John a headache.

No wonder the other two of the three little ones felt bad about Hermione in the early stages. After all, when you were young, you had strong self-esteem, and a little friend who showed off his superior knowledge at every turn would inevitably be annoying.

Fortunately, John is not a child, and he doesn't even dislike Hermione.

His attention was more focused on the old man with a white beard and a kind face. This was not just the principal of Hogwarts.

He is the ceiling of combat power in the magic world, the existence that the two Dark Lords fear most, the sea-fixing needle in the magic world, and the person who can summon the phoenix.

The White Devil of the Wizarding World, Albus Dumbledore.

John's curious eyes caught Dumbledore's attention. The old man never lacked patience with students, and he winked at John playfully.

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Chapter 6 Sorting and Fighting

What happened next was that Dumbledore announced the plot mission and specifically emphasized that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was dangerous.

John just wanted to complain about this, didn't you make it obvious that the curious lion should hurry over and take a look.

Then came the sorting ceremony, and the first person to appear was the unstoppable Hannah Abbott.

The Sorting Hat assigned her to Hufflepuff.

When it was John's turn, Hermione had been assigned to Gryffindor and was looking at him expectantly.

No one wants to be separated from their friends.

"John Wick."

Professor McGonagall called out John's name, and John walked up.

Smooth black hair, delicate face, and perfectly supported wizard robe.

Little girls of foreigners' age are no better than those from the Great Celestial Dynasty. They are more precocious, whispering and blushing as they discuss this good-looking boy.

Arriving under the Sorting Hat, John saw the spider working on the brim of the Sorting Hat. He couldn't help but almost avoided it in disgust.

Although I had the impression that wizards were slovenly along the way, this was probably too dirty.

Doesn’t Professor McGonagall feel sick when she holds it?

The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and the Sorting Hat's angry voice came out.

"What a rude little wizard, just as arrogant as Slytherin!"

John was embarrassed. He didn't expect the Sorting Hat to know his thoughts.

For this reason, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is this Legilimency?"

"Legilimency? The young wizard also knows this kind of advanced magic, but unfortunately not."

As the hat of Gryffindor, the founder of the first generation, the Sorting Hat certainly does not use Legilimency, to be precise, it is a more advanced one.

"It's really hard to choose. You have courage and exploratory spirit, as well as hard work and tolerant love, shrewdness and ambition, and persistence in honor...This is very suitable for Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat said to himself very embarrassedly, and John was stunned for a moment after hearing it.

Wait, you didn’t mention wisdom at all. Is this implying that you are stupid?

It’s too much.

No, the point is how I got involved with Slytherin.

I am not a pure-blood, and Slytherins are pure-blooded per capita, which is a natural opposition to me.

As for ambition, John is very innocent. He just wants to become the next Dumbledore-level wizard. What's wrong with that?

Do you dare to say that you never said you wanted to be Superman when you were a child?

At most, I want to dominate an academy. Isn't this the same as becoming the class president? It's a far-fetched ambition.

Slander, absolutely slander!

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he brainstormed, the Sorting Hat finally hesitated and shouted out the answer.

"Slytherin!"

"What?"

John was dumbfounded. I am a Muggle-born person, and you sent me to Slytherin.

Who doesn't know that Slytherin is a pure-blood, and he can't even be called a mixed-blood, at most he can be called a mudblood.

Let yourself go. Doesn’t this mean that you are going to be bullied?

The Sorting Hat said calmly: "Don't worry, little wizard, your honor will make Slytherin impressed by you."

"I suspect you are retaliating for me saying bad things about you." John expressed doubts.

The distribution of the Sorting Hat is absolute, and not even Dumbledore can change this.

He had no way to change, so he had to walk towards Slytherin with heavy steps.

Gryffindor cast two worried glances.

Both Hermione and Neville were worried about their friends.

"Sigh...life is not easy."

Good to die, Slytherin only had a place next to Malfoy.

After he walked over and sat down, Malfoy saw that he was so good-looking and polite, and thought he was some pure-blood child.

After all, in Malfoy's perception, purebloods are so elegant and would never think of Muggles.

As a child of the Malfoy family, he is not willing to live in the ordinary world, so having more help would be a good thing for him.

So he proudly extended his hand to make friends and said: "Draco Malfoy, the pure-blooded Malfoy of the Holy Twenty-eight."

He raised his head proudly and looked at people through his nostrils.

Like a male peacock eager to show off to a mate.

John glanced at it, held it politely, and said calmly: "John Wick."

Malfoy admired his cognitive behavior very much, unlike that Harry Potter.

Although the other person was not a pure-blooded member of the Holy Twenty-Eight, he decided to treat this classmate well with such a discerning attitude.

So he asked proudly: "Are you pure blood or mixed blood?"

John glanced at his proud look and said calmly: "None of them."

Malfoy's expression froze, right?

Aren’t they all Muggles?

"You are a mudblood."

A word came to mind, and Malfoy said it subconsciously.

The next second.

His jaw was impacted, and then he saw the scene in front of him change.

Crabbe's screams and Goyle's screams reached his ears.

Then there was a commotion in the whole hospital, and then Professor McGonagall's scolding.

On Malfoy's first day of school, he spent the whole night in the school hospital.

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The first Thursday of school.

"Oh, life is always full of variables."

"Ah, life, life is short and short."

In the trophy room, John was holding a rag as elegant as a waiter holding a white handkerchief, wiping the medal with James Potter on it.

Supervising Filch turned his head away unbearably.

On the first day of school, he beat the school director's son. It was an act of mercy for John to continue polishing medals here.

Not to mention that he inserted the fork into the back of Goyle's hand, pressed the little wizard's head and touched the table intimately.

Although it was because Malfoy insulted him first, this was too cruel.

Most of Slytherin's points had been deducted at the beginning of the semester, and Snape's face was so gloomy that water was dripping from his face.

If Dumbledore hadn't interceded, John would have dropped out of school.