Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Hufflepuff!"

Looking at the two braids, after getting the answer from the Sorting Hat, Romon walked towards the Hufflepuff dining table with a red face. While applauding gracefully, Romon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Before traveling to this world, I only noticed the three protagonists.

However, after actually arriving in this world, Romon discovered that these small characters in the original plot also had interesting and attractive features.

"Ro, Professor Romon, I, I, I'm Quirrell, nice to meet you."

While Romon was watching Professor McGonagall sorting these young wizards into different schools one by one, a voice with obvious flattery and timidity came from the side.

Without looking, the slightly pungent smell of garlic told Romon who it was that was already speaking.

He glanced at Quirrell, who was wearing a turban, but Romon had no intention of shaking hands with him.

"Sorry, I'm actually a bit of a germaphobe, so shaking hands is not necessary. In addition, Professor Quirrell, I need to tell you one thing in advance. I am not interested in you at all, as long as you can not be tainted by your disgusting garlic smell. The air around me.”

Quirrell was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

The movement here was noticed by some wizards, but the person who spoke was Romon. Quirrell could only lower his head in embarrassment at this moment and concentrate on the food in front of him.

"Did you see that Harry, this is the Silver Devil. My father said that that guy likes to bully the weak."

Ronald stood next to Harry and muttered quietly.

Hermione, who was standing next to them, suddenly frowned in annoyance. Just as she was about to say something, Professor McGonagall on the stage had already called her name.

"Hermione Granger!"

When the little body passed Ronald, he gave him a hard elbow and expressed his dissatisfaction in the latter's cry of pain.

Looking at Hermione who was sitting on a chair and wearing a wizard's hat, Ronald covered the place where he was pushed and cursed in pain.

"Only a bad guy like the Silver Demon would defend a guy like that. Harry, this guy will definitely go to Slytherin. This has always been the case. All the wizards from Slytherin are bad, while all Gryffindors are upright people... "

However, the words were not finished yet, the next moment.

"Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall's announcement instantly froze the expression on Ronald's face.

"Walter? Why was such a bad guy assigned to Gryffindor?!"

After Hermione got off the chair, after hearing the result of her sorting, she did not go towards the Gryffindor table immediately, but turned to look in the direction of Romon.

After the latter nodded to him with a smile, Hermione sat down in Gryffindor's seat with a look of joy on her face.

"It can be seen that this Miss Hermione is very satisfied with our Professor Romon. There must be something special about you that attracts her."

Dumbledore suddenly said to Romon with a smile.

Looking at the other party's eyes that were shining with strange light, Romon immediately knew that this old guy was planning something again.

Savior Harry Potter's plan to pave the way, Romon really has no interest at all.

In fact, Romon really sneered at Dumbledore's behavior of not wanting to become stronger and then defeat Voldemort, but instead placing his hopes on Harry Potter.

"Yes, I am indeed more interested in this smart Muggle lady than James Potter's idiot son."

As he spoke, Romon turned around, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He glanced at Professor Garlic who stood between him and Snape. The latter immediately timidly held his plate and hid aside.

Regardless of his arrogant behavior at the moment, he was once again seen by the little wizards at the scene.

Romon sat next to Snape with a playful expression.

The latter was still staring straight at Harry Potter, who was about to be sorted, but did not notice Romon's approach.

"Look at his eyes, he looks so much like classmate Lily~"

Snape nodded, then finally reflected.

In an instant, it was as if he had been greatly frightened. He was about to stand up suddenly, but unexpectedly, a hand pressed down on his shoulder first.

Press him firmly into the seat.

"Haha, Professor Snape, why are you so excited? Even if you see your godson, you have to pay attention to the occasion, right?"

Romon smiled, a laugh that made Snape's body feel hairy.

"What on earth are you going to do? He's just a kid!"

Snape warned through gritted teeth in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

However, Romon raised his eyebrows.

"That's a touching expression, Professor Snape. However, there seems to be something wrong with the way our classmate Harry looks at you now."

"Professor Snape, your godson, doesn't seem to like you very much."

Hearing this, Snape turned his head.

But he happened to face Harry Potter, who was covering the stinging scar on his forehead with one hand and staring at him with confusion and suspicion.

Ignore what Snape and our savior think for the moment.

Soon, with the last little wizard, the sorting was completed.

The sorting ceremony was officially over. Looking at the little wizards sitting in their respective sorting seats just like in the original novel, Romon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

But at this moment, Ronald and others were still wondering about another thing.

"So, when will the entrance examination be held? We seem to have officially completed the branching."

Harry didn't know, but the know-it-all lady beside him sneered, shook her head and said nothing.

Eating from his own plate.

At the Slytherin table, Draco and others were also confused.

Draco grabbed his own space folding pocket with one hand. Inside was a brush and the like that his father had bought specially for him to use for polishing leather shoes.

Around him, Goyle, Crabbe and others were in a similar situation.

In other words, the little wizards who entered Slytherin this year already have pockets full of things.

"Does the branch assessment take place after we have dinner?"

Draco couldn't understand, and he couldn't help but wonder, was there really such a thing as an assessment?

But when he thought of his father's seriousness and meticulousness in teaching him, Draco couldn't help but shook his head. How could he doubt his father?

Sudden.

"Pansy, look, what the Silver Devil is drinking now seems to be oriental green tea!"

Hearing this, Pansy, who was also struggling with her tea-making skills and when to start the assessment, suddenly turned her head.

On the stage, Wednesday was pouring tea to Romon who had just finished his meal.

"Miss Wednesday, it seems you have a lot to learn."

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