HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 3 Sorting Hat
"The colleges that the professor just mentioned sound very good. Which college do you want to go to?" A girl who came with them on the boat pulled down the sleeve of Itana. She looked very energetic. She was a Muggle. Wizard, everything here is very new to her.

Itana glanced at Tom on the left, and Tom felt her gaze follow her.

"Well, it's fine, actually I don't care." This is the truth.Although she feels more like a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor with her character, she wouldn't mind if it really went to Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

She accepts the differences between people and the idiosyncrasies of each of the four schools.

"Is that so, how about you?" Elena turned to the other two boys again.

"Ravenclaw, my father and mother are both Ravenclaws." The blond boy smiled, looking quite stable.

Hughes was a very polite boy who could already use some simple charms, and Ravenclaw would welcome him, Itana thought.

"I don't know, let's see the results of the sorting." Tom gave a reply that could not be wrong.

Not long after, the blue-robed wizard reappeared and led them to the auditorium.

Under the dome of the hall reflecting the starry sky, under countless floating candles, at the end of the four long tables, a chair and an old hat are placed there, and behind it is the high platform where the teacher sits.

Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students in the school, the freshmen moved forward and stopped not far from the sorting hat.

The auditorium slowly fell silent. Itana watched the hat twist and opened her mouth. A burst of singing came out of her mouth, introducing the four colleges again.

After singing, there was applause from the arena. The Sorting Hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, then fell silent, and stood there quietly.

The blue-robed wizard nodded to the principal on the teacher's bench, and then shook out a long list, "Next, the freshmen whose names are read come forward, put on the sorting hat, and it will find you a suitable college."

"Rives Anderson"

……

"Alicia Selwyn."

A brown-red haired girl stepped forward cautiously, put the hat on her head, and looked nervously at everyone.

"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat quickly shouted the result, and the Gryffindor table burst into applause.The girl named Alicia put down her hat, glanced at the blue-robed wizard again, and trotted towards the Gryffindor long table under the sign of the other party.

"Campbell Clark."

The boy stepped out of the crowd, sat down on a chair, and put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hufflepuffs!"

There was applause from the Hufflepuff table, and the boy hurried towards it.

One name after another was read out, Elena was assigned to Hufflepuff, and Hughes entered Ravenclaw as he wished, finally, she heard her own name.

"Itana Immoteliti."

Clenching her fist, she stepped forward to sit down steadily, and put on the sorting hat.

A low voice rang in his ears, whispering, "Another complicated little wizard, let me see, brave, kind, very smart, oh, and there are quite a few goals..."

It's embarrassing for you to boast like that.Itana thought.

The hat smiled, "No, boy, these are indeed the qualities you possess, any college is suitable for you, do you have your own ideas?"

Which college is suitable?Slytherin too?Itana couldn't help being surprised in her heart.

"Slytherin? Indeed, you reminded me." The hat muttered, and then suddenly announced loudly, "Slytherin!"

ah?Itana blinked, and the skin at the corners of her eyes twitched subtly. Hearing the applause on the long Slytherin table, she put down her hat in a daze, and walked towards the silver and green.

Is this hat so capricious?Just say points?Didn't you still seek her opinion just now?
Itana sat on the edge of the long table, and a senior girl reached out to her, "Hello, I'm sorry I haven't heard of the surname Immotelati, are you a mixed race or a Muggle?"

You won’t make friends by talking like that, Itana thought, shook hands with her, and replied innocently on the surface: “My grandma is a wizard, and I have been living with her in the woods. It was gone when I was little."

"Oh, sorry, I think they'll be back." The girl blinked apologetically.

"I hope so." Itana smiled.

"Sally, you need to know that not everyone is from the 28 families. Don't ask such questions when you meet." Someone reminded her next to her, and Itana looked at her, and she also showed a friendly smile to Itana.

"Don't be nervous, we welcome all capable friends to join." The girl continued, blinking her left eye at Itana.

Itana continued to smile back, and turned to look at the ongoing sorting ceremony.

"Tom Riddle."

Not long after the hat was put on the boy's head, the Sorting Hat gave the answer: "Slytherin!"

Itana joined the applause and watched as Tom sat down beside him.

As soon as he sat down, his excellent appearance immediately attracted the attention of Sally and the others.

Most people can't refuse this kind of young lady, with obsidian eyes, silky short black hair lying on his head docilely, her cheeks are thin, and she looks a little thin.

"Hello, I'm curious, are your parents wizards?"

Sally repeated the question that Itana had heard not long ago, and it seemed that she hadn't listened to the other person's advice.

You can't make friends like this, and you may even get a box lunch.Itana pursed her lips and looked at Tom, wondering how he would answer.

"Ah, sorry, I don't know." The boy's immature voice sounded, not nervous, nor angry or embarrassed by this question.

"I don't know who my parents are. I grew up in an orphanage." Tom's expression was normal, understated, as if it wasn't a big deal.

These words, combined with his thin and thin appearance, were outstanding, and immediately aroused the maternal love of a group of senior girls.

The girl across from Sally winked at her, and Sally apologized suddenly: "Oh, I don't know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up..."

What's going on today, bumping into two in a row, she looks like a bad person who bullies lower grade children, obviously she just wants to be a chatterbox!

"No, it's okay." Tom smiled, "It's not a big deal." After speaking, he lowered his eyes, as if hiding the sadness that would show in them.

"That is to say, have you lived with those Muggles for so many years?" Another boy asked, his tone full of disbelief, as if he had seen some nightmare.

Tom glanced at him, and a helpless and mixed bitter smile was drawn on the corner of his lips, "Yeah, I was treated as a different kind by them."

"It's too much!" The boy was filled with righteous indignation, "You actually treat noble wizards as aliens!"

Many people nodded in agreement, and their eyes quickly turned friendly as they watched Tom.

Great, great, as expected of you.

Itana was amazed, and there was a look of comfort on her face, "At least we are all the same here, and no one will treat you as a monster."

Tom looked at her. "Yes, I like it better here."

After staring at the boy for a while, she suddenly realized a problem.

In Slytherin, it means that she and the future Dark Lord will become classmates in the same school, and the intersection will inevitably increase.

She blinked, and looked back at the empty table.

It doesn't matter, as long as she insists on paddling around the edge as a bastard and doesn't get involved in the main line, the world is still open to her.

As for changing the plot, it has thought about it before, because there are indeed a lot of unsatisfactory places when reading novels, but no matter how much unsatisfactory it is, it will eventually be worn away by time. She has been heartbroken by that story for a long time and accepted it. The end of the story.

Just let it be now, she won't do anything deliberately for the so-called future, she doesn't care if the butterfly effect will appear because of her.

At the end of the sorting ceremony, Principal Armando Dippet knocked on the cup, and the sound resounded throughout the auditorium. Everyone stopped talking and looked up.

"Now, the dinner party begins!"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man shook his wand lightly, and all kinds of rich food, desserts, and drinks suddenly appeared on the long table. Itana swallowed her saliva. The future life is still very promising, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)