Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

The boat stopped at the bottom of the steep cliff, and a group of young wizards looked excited, all discussing their next life at the magic school.

Hagrid led the way in front of the crowd with an oil lamp, and in a short time arrived at the gates of Hogwarts.

Lorne and Hermione followed closely behind the group.

At a glance, Lorne saw Malfoy and his two henchmen hiding in the crowd.

It can be seen that the deterrent effect he brought to Malfoy on the ship is not small.

After all, in the midst of seasickness, he could only reduce the power of the thunder and lightning as much as possible, otherwise Malfoy would have turned into a charred corpse and sunk to the bottom of the sea by this time.

The door opened, and there were two flights of stairs leading down the door, and Professor McGonagall, dressed in a robe, had been waiting here for a long time.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. "

As she approached, Professor McGonagall explained what was needed next.

There is a sorting ceremony before admission, after which people from the same house are grouped together, and the addition and subtraction of the course is also carried out according to the house, and there is a house cup at the end of the semester.

"Alright, the sorting ceremony will begin soon, get ready. "

With that, Professor McGonagall turned and went to the ceremonial hall to give notice.

"It seems that the rumors are true, Harry Potter is really here. "

Malfoy moved slowly in front of Harry with trembling legs, stretched out a trembling hand, and said

"My name is Draco Malfoy, make a friend?".

"Poof-".

Before Harry could reply, Ron couldn't help but laugh when he saw Malfoy like this.

"What are you laughing at?".

Malfoy turned to Ron and said contemptuously, "Red-haired, you're from the Weasleys." "

"Harry, you must know that some wizards are born noble—".

The voice grew quieter and quieter, and Malfoy stopped abruptly as he stepped to the back.

"Ah, that's an interesting theory. "

Lorne walked over to the front and chuckled.

"Hmph, Harry, you'll regret it. "

Malfoy glanced at Lorne, said a word to Harry, and stepped into the crowd.

Harry Potter is indeed a living legend in today's wizarding world, but I didn't expect Malfoy to be destroyed like that and come to make friends with Harry Potter.

Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Lorne led Hermione towards the open door.

Professor McGonagall returned, and she had the young wizards form a team and walk methodically down the hall.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was already crowded, and there were quite a few people sitting in each house, senior students.

Ahead is the greatest White Wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore.

There was also a row of long tables on either side of him, and the faculty and staff were seated.

Lorne saw Professor Snape on the far left.

Snape saw him as well and nodded at him.

Professor McGonagall placed a torn and dirty wizard's hat on a small chair with a stitched line that looked like a mouth, and the hat began to sing in surprise to the surprised gaze of the first-year wizard.

It's ugly.

Lorne thought.

Professor McGonagall stood aside with a piece of parchment with his name written on it, and the wizard who was called needed to bring a hat to the school.

"Hannah Abbott!".

Familiar name.

Lorne watched as a little wizard sat down in a chair and put on his hat, and the Sorting Hat called out his name the moment he put on his hat: "Hufflepuff!"

The iron-clad Hannah found her own academy, and the next little wizards put on their hats with great anticipation.

"Draco Malfoy. Professor McGonagall called the next name, and Malfoy walked slowly to his chair with a trembling voice.

"Slytherin!".

"Ron Weasley. "

"Gryffindor!".

Soon called Hermione to the side.

"Good luck!" Lorne blessed.

Hermione nodded, then walked up to the stage and sat down in her chair, taking on her shabby hat.

"Gryffindor!".

"Whew-".

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at the name of the ideal, and then happily walked towards the Gryffindor position, nodding to Lorne.

Lorne smiled back, knowing he wouldn't be sorted into Gryffindor, because he didn't have that reckless element.

"Harry Potter!".

Professor McGonagall called out the next name, and the audience cheered enthusiastically.

"The living legend!".

"Harry Potter who defeated the mystery man?".

There was an endless stream of heated discussions and enthusiasm.

Harry Potter looked at him warmly and stepped up to his chair and put on his worn-out Sorting Hat.

This time the Sorting Ceremony was old, and everyone could see Harry Potter quietly communicating with the Sorting Hat.

After a long time.

"Gryffindor!" the strange voice of the Sorting Hat lit up the Gryffindor table!

"We've got Harry Potter!".

After a few other wizards' sorting rituals, it was Lorne's turn.

"Lorne Geralt!" Professor McGonagall called out a name, and Hermione, who had been communicating with the seniors, instantly focused on Lorne.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Lorne stepped onto the stage, sat down in his chair, and put on the Sorting Hat.

"Well, you're better suited to Slytherin. "

"But at the same time, it's a good fit for Ravenclaw. "

"Your intellect is qualified, but you also have ambition and a quest for power, okay little one, let me help you choose an academy. "

"Slytherin!".

As the words fell, Hermione, who was sitting in Gryffindor, lowered her head in disappointment, while Malfoy, who was sitting in Slytherin, was stiff.

How could I be in an academy with him!

Why didn't you stay in the same academy with him!

Putting down his hat, Lorne smiled as he made his way to the Slytherin table, where he was greeted by the crowd.

In fact, there are also quite a few half-breeds, the so-called mudbloods, in Slytherin, and they make up the majority.

So Lorne didn't receive much exclusion, except for a few descent nobles.

In order to better integrate into this group of little snakes, Lorne specially invited Malfoy's henchman away and sat next to him.

"My name is Lorne Geralt, make a friend Malfoy!".

Malfoy's pupils trembled, and he stretched out his still shaking hand.

"Draco Malfoy, my friend. "

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled slightly.

But the smile seemed to Malfoy like a threatening one.

After the sorting house was over, Headmaster Dumbledore gave a few brief remarks, and the rich dinner began.

Lorne's eyes lit up as he looked at the food that appeared on the table out of thin air, and the smell of everything seemed to be delicious, and the fragrance echoed in the auditorium.

After taking a bite of the roast, Lorne turned his head to look at Malfoy, who couldn't eat.

"Eat, why don't you eat!?".