Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 21 Sorting Hat

Although Harry was very disgusted with the arrogant and disgusting Draco Malfoy, when he heard Malfoy talking about Fish, he still honestly pricked up his ears.

And Malfoy also enjoyed this feeling of attention, so he couldn't help raising his voice, and said everything he knew about Fish.

"My dad mentioned to me that Professor McGonagall adopted a child a few years ago. When the child was discovered, he had been living in the Muggle world as a stray cat. , Principal Dumbledore discovered his existence and brought him back, because Professor McGonagall's Animagus is also a cat, so he was given to her to raise."

After slowly talking about Fisher's background, Malfoy still smacked his lips, "Although some people speculate that his parents may be Muggles, so they threw him away out of fear...but how come? possible?"

Malfoy sneered disdainfully, "How could a Muggle family give birth to such a natural Animagus, he is at least a mixed blood, but the chance of a pure blood is even higher!"

Speaking of which, Malfoy proudly raised his head, as if he was convinced that Fish was a pure-blooded wizard. His eyes swept over those non-pure-blooded little wizards, revealing his sense of superiority unabashedly .

Several young wizards from pure-blood families standing beside Malfoy also showed the same expression.

However, most young wizards don't really care about whether Fish is pure blood, they are more concerned about Fish's previous experience.

"Merlin's cotton socks! How poor he is!"

"I really want to give him a hug."

"Stray cat! It's unimaginable! Thanks to Mr. Principal for finding him!"

Several emotional little witches even cried because of this. They wiped their tears with their sleeves, and their gazes at Fish became more gentle.

Harry also gave the little wizard a sympathetic look. Compared with his experience, Harry felt that he was actually lucky. At least he had a place to live and three meals a day to fill his stomach.

Fish, who was looking out through the crack of the door, suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned his head suddenly, and saw a group of little wizards looking at him with weird eyes.

"Meow?"

Fish tilted his head, his eyes showing doubts.

As a result, the little witches screamed again.

Weird humans.

Fish watched for a while, and found that they had no other movements other than staring at him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to these people, and started to look around the room.

The little wizards didn't bother him, just watched Fish walk around the room with unrecognizable steps.

Just when Fish was halfway around, a group of translucent humans with silver light all over their bodies popped out of the wall beside him.

One of them just passed through Fish's body, making him shiver subconsciously from the cold.

"Meow!"

Fish, who thought he was being attacked, didn't even think about it, and instinctively waved back to fight back.

Of course it was emptied.

"Hey! Disrespectful boy!"

Although he was not harmed, the ghost was still taken aback. He frowned and glanced at Fish and the other little wizards beside him.

"What are you doing here?"

Before anyone else could speak, he patted himself on the forehead suddenly.

"Oh, by the way, the sorting ceremony, so you are all freshmen this year?...Hey! Don't catch me! I'm a ghost! Do ghosts understand?!"

While the ghost was speaking, Fish kept waving his hands, trying to catch the strange human in front of him.

"Meow? Ghost? What's that?"

Fish blinked and asked curiously, but his two little hands were still waving restlessly.

"Merlin's beanie! Don't young wizards even know about ghosts now? Or are you a child of a Muggle family?" The ghost widened its eyes and replied angrily: "The ghost is already dead. people!"

"But you obviously still meow."

While Fish retorted, he continued to pull the ghost in front of him with his hand.

"Yes, I can still move, but it doesn't mean I'm still alive. The obsession of the dead to stay in the world is the so-called ghost... You stop!"

Originally, when the ghost answered Fisher's question, he seemed a little depressed because he talked about his own state, but it turned out that Fisher was not listening at all, but was still pulling himself.

He couldn't take care of his depression for a moment, and immediately became furious again.

After scratching dozens of times, Fish found that he really couldn't touch the opponent, and would only make his "claws" cool, so he obediently withdrew his hand.

The ghost wanted to have a good fight with Fish, but Professor McGonagall came back at this time.

"Move forward now, the sorting ceremony is about to begin! And Fish, stop pestering her and come back to me soon!"

Professor McGonagall stood at the door, calling out to the new students in a high-pitched voice.

With the return of Professor McGonagall, the ghosts stopped lingering and disappeared through the wall one after another, while Fish ran to Professor McGonagall's side.

"Go back and line up with them," Professor McGonagall looked at Fish, pointed to the other little wizards and said, "Then, follow me. After the sorting ceremony is over, you can have dinner."

So Fisch ran back to the front of the little wizards, swaying restlessly, looking forward to the next dinner.

A group of restless young wizards followed Professor McGonagall and Fish, through the foyer, and entered a magnificent auditorium.

On the long table at the top of the auditorium, Fish saw several acquaintances.

"Bad old man! Small man! Fat aunt with wooden legs! Here I am!"

Standing on tiptoe, waving his hands, he shouted loudly at Albus Dumbledore, Filius Flitwick, Pomona Sprout, and Silvanos Kettleburn. Say hello.

These professors were all professors who had been guests at McGonagall's house, and they had been there more than once. Fish had already become acquainted with them.

The professors who were called out responded to him cheerfully by waving their hands. Fish wanted to run over to chat with them, but Professor McGonagall grabbed his collar and dragged him back.

Fish looked back suspiciously, she let herself get along well with the bad old man when she was at home.

However, when he saw Professor McGonagall's eyes that were about to burst into flames, he immediately returned to the queue without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, the senior students got together and began to whisper together. The originally quiet auditorium immediately became a little noisy.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall glared at the instigator angrily, then opened his mouth to suppress the conversation of the students.

"You guys, stand over there and line up in a row."

When the auditorium became quiet again, Professor McGonagall directed all the first-year students to stand in front of the long table of the professors, lined up facing all the senior students, and then placed a four-legged stool in front of them. And a battered pointed wizard hat.

Just when the freshmen were confused, the wizard hat cracked a wide slit and began to sing:
You may think I'm not pretty,
But don't judge a book by its cover,
If you can find a prettier hat than mine—

Hey!what are you doing little guy !

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　Silvanos Kettleburn, Hagrid's former Care of Magical Creatures professor.

　　Like Hagrid, he has a great love for creatures that are usually very dangerous, but he does not have Hagrid's innate physical fitness, often causing injuries to himself and others, and was detained for inspection at least 62 times while teaching at the school.

　　When his teaching career ended, he was left with only an arm and half a leg.

　　So in the third part, it was outrageous that Buckbeak was going to be executed because he hurt Malfoy. This is not a rare situation for the Protection of Magical Creatures class. It can only be considered that the Malfoy family did their best.

　　But because of such a trivial matter, they are involved in the judicial process, and they have a bad relationship with Hogwarts. The Malfoy family is not as shrewd as Rowling said... This is my thought after looking up relevant information.

　　Then I thought about the official show operations of the corrupt country in the past few years, and suddenly felt that it was actually quite reasonable...

　　……

　　Tomorrow, to be precise, tonight will be able to reach the destination...I'm exhausted...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)