Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

"Who can tell me what happened?" Professor McGonagall's serious eyes swept over the students.

The culprit, Leonard, was silent.

How do you say that? Said that he accidentally exposed a little breath and scared Della Comalfort to tears?

As a scavenger in his previous life, Leonard had a lot of blood on his hands, and he really had a murderous look on his body.

Although Leonard has only killed one person in this life, he still did it by biting kale, but he knows what kind of murderous eyes look like.

Just now because I was in a bad mood, I was a little annoyed, and another guy was making noise in front of me and making rude remarks. Of course Leonard would not give him a good face.

It's just...it seems a bit too strange to say something like a look that scared the other person to tears...

"Professor." At this moment Harry raised his hand, "It was this Malfoy classmate who stopped us suddenly, and then said a bunch of strange things, and he also insulted the classmates around me, calling him a Mudblood.

Harry also had a bad stomach, although he didn't understand what a Mudblood was, and he didn't respond to the word, but he could see some people's reaction when Della Comalfort said it.

That kind of reaction was surprise, and disbelief, and it was not only not a good word at first sight.

Reporting this to the professor would be no problem.

"What did you say?" Professor McGonagall's face changed color. "Are you sure he said that word?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry glanced at the students around him, and I thought the others should be able to testify. 11

"Yes Professor!" Hermione in the crowd raised her hand. "I heard you."

"Me...Me too!" Neville hesitated for a long time, and raised his hand upright under the encouragement of Hermione.

"Then I probably understand..." Professor McGonagall nodded, thinking that he understood the cause and effect, but suddenly got stuck.

No, the crying student scolded others for being a mudblood, why did he cry himself?

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, his eyes lingering on the scar on his forehead, and asked seriously, "Aren't you hiding something?"

"No." Harry said frankly.

"Then why was he the one crying?" McGonagall asked, pointing at a sobbing Malfoy.

"Maybe she was scared to cry?" Harry was a little unsure." Leonard just gave him a look and told him to shut up.

"That's it?" Professor McGonagall questioned.

"Professor like this, maybe he..." Leonard said, looking at the sobbing Malfoy, "It's too delicate."

Too squeamish... huh?

Those words pierced Della Comalfo's heart like an arrow.

He had a premonition that his plan to show off at the beginning of school with the family advantage was shattered.

And for a long time to come, labels such as "crying" and "squeamish" will hang on me.

"If that's the case... then forget it." Professor McGonagall raised his forehead. "This is not an example. Students should get along with each other in harmony."

She turned and walked up the steps, "Come on, the sorting ceremony is about to begin."

The students followed Professor McGonagall to the auditorium, and Della Comalfort, who had stopped in place, froze in place as if petrified.

The students passing by him whispered to each other, and the whispering sound came into his ears.

"He said he was a Malfoy family."

"What a shame."

"I was so scared that I cried, so cute, hahaha."

Those words stabbed Malfoy's chest like a pair of precise mending knives, and almost made him cry again.

"De...Dellake? Shall we go in?" Gore, the No. 1 follower beside him, asked cautiously.

The second servant, Crabbe, glanced at the auditorium, "It's okay to cry, but I'm a little hungry."

Malfoy, whose eyes were full of shame and anger, looked at his stupid follower, gritted his teeth and growled, "Go!"

Useless trash, didn't know how to help him just now, how could he have such a stupid follower?

In the auditorium, four long tables were neatly arranged, and students wearing uniforms of different colleges sat together together, looking expectantly at the freshmen who looked around with ignorant and curious eyes.

Pure white candles floated in the air, illuminating the huge auditorium.

Leonard raised his head, looked at the star-studded ceiling and the candles that had burned without dripping wax, and once again lamented the wonder of magic.

Looking down, Leonard noticed the professors sitting on the professor's chair.

Sitting in the middle is the greatest wizard ever, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

At this time, his eyes fell on Harry in the crowd, and there was an unknown light in Blue's eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Also worth noting is Quirinus Quirrell.

At this moment, Quirrell's head was covered with a thick turban, and it seemed that he was already possessed by Voldemort.

Suddenly Leonard noticed Qi Luo Liqi turned his head and pointed the back of his head at the students.

"Hiss~" Harry on the side suddenly covered his forehead.

Leonard looked over, then turned his head back quickly.

What stupid operation, Voldemort possessed others to possess his IQ?

At this time, you have to take a look at him to show your ability, right? Let Dumbledore notice your existence? No wonder the wizard war will fail, who the hell do you blame for your carelessness?

Leonard noticed that Dumbledore's expression changed, and his eyes flicked around, but found nothing.

Obviously, Dumbledore knew Voldemort was there, but he didn't know where he was.

So why not doubt the suspicious Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Anyway, accidents happen every year, and doubting will not kill you.

Leonard rolled his eyes, feeling that both black and white were not so clear-headed.

If it were Leonard, the eight Harry Potter films would give you two episodes to finish filming.

The sorting ceremony began amidst Leonard's complaints.

Professor McGonagall began to take the roster and ask the students to put on the sorting hat in turn to determine which college they would spend the next seven years in.

Leonard looked at the worn-out pointed hat in front of the professor's chair, and pouted without expectation.

It was obvious to him which college to go to.

"Leonard Wilhelm." Professor McGonagall called out Leonard's name.

As a child with a surname starting with w, Leonard is already a student of the last few branches.

He sat on the high chair under the gritted gaze of Malfoy, who had been sorted into Slytherin House, "frowning as McGonagall put the talking hat on his head.

"An impolite brat." The Sorting Hat had just touched Leonard's head, and the folds at the tip of the hat formed a face of surprise, "Do you think I'm dirty?".