Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Ron's gloomy performance stopped Lavender and Anthony who were preparing to quarrel.

They looked at each other and closed their mouths in unison.

At this time, the first-year freshmen had already stood in front of the classroom, standing cautiously, waiting for the sorting.

Look, that's Ginny! Harry said quickly, preparing to divert Ron's attention.

Ginny! How could I forget! That's my sister! She is very smart!

According to me, she might be a Ravenclaw like me! His brother's attention to his sister really cheered up Ron.

Is it that cute red-haired girl? McCona whispered, not knowing why his face turned a little red, even his dark skin couldn't stop it.

right! Ron said proudly.

Ryan looked at Michael, one of Ginny's ex-boyfriends in the original world line, with a weird smile.

Did you know?

Ginny learned to play with a toy broomstick when she was 6 years old. She was born to be a Quidditch star! He continued to praise Michael who was willing to listen to her sister's story, and Michael's face became more and more red.

Wait, who is that little witch next to Ginny?

The crazy girl looks a bit familiar to me!

Her name seems to be Luna, my sister mentioned her. Ron said. He looked in disbelief.

Is it your neighbor, the Lovegood family whose home looks like a car? Harry rubbed his chin, thoughtfully.

But I've wanted to ask for a long time, why do you call her a crazy girl? Harry looked at Ron in confusion. He felt that this nickname was too much for a girl.

Her hair color was very close to Draco's, more white, and her eyes were similar to his friend Ryan's.

Just looking at her appearance, she is a pretty girl.

Harry thought like this, as if the world line had thought that Luna was not the crazy person he was when he saw her.

ah? I'm not sure, but she doesn't look like this on weekdays. Her hair is as messy as Hermione's, and she wears some weird decorations that are very weird among wizards, like beer bottle corks and leftover carrot tops. class stuff. Ron's eyes sparkled with memories.

He didn't seem to notice that he had also slightly slandered Hermione.

What to do? Oh, they are going to be sorted into different schools. Ron looked at Harry, who pulled down his sleeve.

Harry looked up in Hermione's direction, only to find that she hadn't paid any attention to what Ron was saying.

That's right, Harry found that almost everyone was looking at the staff table. At once

Even he couldn't help but look there.

At the staff table, there are actually two more seats this year!

You know, there is only one professor position available this year!

One of them is Lupine, elegant but weathered.

The other is Tom Riddle, the legendary Dark Lord.

But Harry was completely unable to connect him with Voldemort.

He is handsome and exudes amazing charm in every move he makes!

And the ugly, terrifying Voldemort is not the same person at all!

Harry wondered if Voldemort had lost his mind and was willing to ruin his face like this!

A face as white as marble, a dreamlike face that could only be carved by Michelangelo!

This is barely comparable to Ryan!

So handsome!

Mom, I'm in love!

Why did it become like this... For the first time, I had someone I liked; for the first time, I had a handsome teacher. These two pleasant things were intertwined. And these two joys will bring me a lot of joy. I should have had this kind of dream-like happy time. But why did it become like this... Why is the person I like my teacher!

Such conversations kept ringing in the mouths of the little witch and some little wizards.

Even Harry felt that he had an inexplicable liking for him.

But this is wrong, this should also be Voldemort's heart, and when he faces them, he feels strong repulsion.

But this one is completely different, it's like he has an extra brother connected by blood!

Tom Riddle seemed to notice Harry's gaze and turned his head to give him a big smile.

Waves of screams rang out from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables.

Ahhh! He's looking at me!

Ninian! Look at me, is there anything wrong with my look? He is looking at me!

He is looking at me! What kind of monster are you!

Gryffindor's! What are your names?

Nerds at Nerd Academy! He is looking at you! Loser!

.

Riddle's smile caused Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, who had a good relationship, to quarrel.

Calls like stupid lion and freak kept popping up among them.

Even their prefects, Penelo and Percy, couldn't stop themselves.

Harry glared at Riddle, the instigator. He looked accustomed to it and seemed to clearly understand his charm.

This made the unreasonable good feeling that had just emerged from Harry's heart disappear.

But there was one thing that Harry was a little bit curious about, and that was where did the Ravenclaw ghost Lady Gray go?

According to records from last year and before, she has never been absent from the branch. grid

Nick, who was almost headless at the Gryffindor table, floated over. He seemed to understand Harry's doubts. Ms. Grey has been very strange recently! She has been staying beside the statue of Ravenclaw in Ravenclaw's high tower, staring at the crown on Ravenclaw's head in a trance. Almost motionless. You know, she is, well, I can't say. I mean, she shouldn't be so obsessed with the crown. She should be very familiar with it.

Familiar?

Nick's words made Harry fall into deep thought.

Ron next to him and other roommates joined the quarrel between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, not paying any attention to Nick's words.

When it was about to develop to an uncontrollable point.

Quiet! Professor McGonagall couldn't help but say.

She was like an angry lioness, her mouth pursed stiffly, and she swept Gryffindor and Ravenclaw with a look that seemed to burn everything.

The quarrel stopped abruptly.

She stood still for a moment, put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and placed a tattered, dirty, patched wizard hat on the stool.

The first-year freshmen stared at it blankly.

Others also stared at it.

For a moment, the hall was silent.

However, just as the Sorting Hat was about to sing, something unexpected happened.

Dumbledore stood up and for the first time in history, he began to speak before the Sorting Hat sang the Sorting Song: I think everyone has noticed, and many people also knew it in advance from the Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, but no one responded, only Tom Riddle raised his glass and said hello. He looked at Riddle seriously and continued, this year, I am very happy to welcome two new teachers to join our team, they are both professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts.