DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl walked through the crowd to the auditorium and sat down. Professor McGonagall smiled, and she had a good impression of this meticulously dressed little boy.

"Hold on, it'll be over in a while..."

Carl resisted the hat that had not been washed for a thousand years and buckled on his head.

His exchange with the Sorting Hat begins...

"Interesting freshman, I haven't encountered such a big problem for a long time. I can feel the powerful magic flowing in your body, which is much stronger than the little wizards of the same age, very ambitious and courageous, intelligent and intelligent There is no shortage."

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

"Or? Go to Slytherin? Slytherin will help a great little wizard like you achieve great things!"

"No, I hate green, both on the head and on the body."

"Not going to Slytherin? Then maybe Gryffindor would be a good choice."

"That's even more impossible. In this way, extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of mankind! I'm going to Ravenclaw!"

After Carl thought about it in his heart, Slytherin and Gryffindor would definitely not be able to go. In this case, they could only choose one from the eagle and the badger.

Rowena Ravenclaw is the most knowledgeable of the Hogwarts Big Four, and may have a collection of magical tomes in her common room. Knowledge has always been the greatest wealth.

Helga Hufflepuff was a master chef of magic, with a common room next to the kitchen, and almost certainly a collection of magical recipes in the Hufflepuff common room. When the students in other colleges were hungry and panicked just looking at the biscuits and bread, the little badgers could walk to the kitchen in three or two steps, and then decide whether to have a yellow stewed chicken rice or a steaming claypot rice.

Those house-elves will meet all your requirements. After eating British food for so many years, except for fish and chips, Carl was tired of eating and wanted to change it up. Of course, he wouldn't touch dark dishes like canned herring while looking up at the starry sky, and that stuff would lose San, let alone eat it...

It's so hard to choose, although it is said that only children make choices, the old monsters want all of them. However, this time, there is really only one choice.

After thinking about it, Carl finally decided to choose Ravenclaw. Isn't it the temptation of delicious food? When the dimensional magic practice is successful in the future, it will break through the limitation that Hogwarts can't Apparition.

"Hat, I choose Ravenclaw!"

"respect your choice."

"Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat shouted the name of the house.

At this moment, the Ravenclaw table began to applaud his new little brother.

Now, please call me, Karl Pree Harris...

With the last little wizard being sorted into Hufflepuff, the annual Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony comes to an end.

Professor McGonagall picked up the sorting hat and disappeared from everyone's eyes, and returned to her place after a few minutes.

Headmaster Dumbledore rose from his golden bench and tapped the cup lightly.

"Welcome all the little wizards to Hogwarts! Now, I announce that the banquet begins!"

Dumbledore opened his arms, and as soon as he finished speaking, the golden tableware on the table was instantly filled with various delicacies, which made Carl lucky that he was fortunately not looking up at the stars.

The train started at noon, and when it arrived at Hogwarts, it was already dotted outside. The wizards, who had been hungry for a long time on the train, started immediately. Among them, Ron is the most delighted.

At this moment, he was holding a chicken leg in one hand, and after taking a bite, he switched to the other...

After about an hour or so, when everyone was almost full, Dumbledore waved his hand again, and the food on the table disappeared together, and the golden cutlery gleamed as if it had not been used.

Seeing this, Carl couldn't help but want to complain about the Leaky Cauldron. Why wouldn't he want to do it so easy for a wizard to wash the dishes?

The main meal was followed by desserts—doughnuts, chocolate bars, strawberry pudding, baked apples, pumpkin tarts, petit fours, fruit salads filled the table.

The last dessert was also solved by the little wizards who were like starving ghosts. In an instant, all the tableware became as clean as new, and then sank into the table.

Not to mention, the food at Hogwarts is really good!

Dumbledore stood up again: "Everyone, I think everyone should have enough to eat and drink at this moment. Taking this opportunity, at the beginning of the new semester, I would like to raise a few points for you to keep in mind."

"First-year students please note that the forbidden forest near the castle is strictly forbidden to any students. If you don't want bad luck to happen to yourself, it is best to keep this in mind."

"Hogsmeade Village, all students under the third grade are not allowed to visit every week, and the third grade and above also need the guardian's permission."

"In addition, Mr. Filch, our castle keeper, also asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridors between classes, let alone play pranks!" When it came to this point, Dumbledore glanced at the Weasley brothers. at a glance.

"And the most important point, if you don't want to die in pain, please don't approach the corridor on the right hand side of the third floor."

When Lao Deng said this sentence, he was very serious, but it aroused the curiosity of some young wizards.

For example, the Weasley brothers and a certain first-year freshman who did not want to be named but coveted the Philosopher's Stone suddenly lit up.

"Finally, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, the former professor of Muggle Studies, will temporarily replace the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester!"

Dumbledore finally smiled and announced the last point.

Snape glanced at Quirrell with a look of disdain.

"Old Fox, you really played Voldemort all over the place!" Carl scolded while looking at Old Deng Chunfeng's smug face, and capturing the Philosopher's Stone seems to be quite tricky now.

He didn't believe at all that Dumbledore would use the real Philosopher's Stone to seduce Voldemort, just to train Harry.

This bait is really too big. In case of any accident and the car rolls over and Voldemort comes back to life, he will play with a hammer and just throw it away.

What's the safest place in the world than Dumbledore himself? Voldemort wants the Sorcerer's Stone resurrected? All right, just beat Dumbledore to death.

Thinking of it this way, most of the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised is a Xibei.

"Now, before everyone goes to the common room, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said excitedly.

However, upon hearing this, all the professors in the guest chair froze at the same time.

This school song is so shameful, Principal, take off your skirt.

He took out the Elder Wand from his sleeve and pointed it towards the air, and the school anthem of the respective academy's representative color suddenly appeared in the air.

"Now, everyone chooses their favorite tune and sings it!"

It's over, the old bee is sick again...

Snape tugged at his greasy hair, his face extremely ugly.

"There used to be a magic fairy castle, and there was a queen who was incredible..."

Quietly ask for a ticket (ˇˇ)