Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

The lights in the Hogwarts Hall were brilliant, thousands of candles were floating in the air, the dome was a bright sky, and four long tables were full of young wizards.

The Sorting Hat was sorting Harry Potter, and then there was a shout.

"Gryffindor!"

"Haha, we have Harry Potter!"

Harry was not very happy after being sorted into Gryffindor, and he seemed absent-minded when facing the warm hospitality of Ron and other Lion students.

After a while, Professor McGonagall was sorting the last young wizard.

Seeing that Shaw still did not show up, Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and looked at the Slytherin table from time to time. There were wounded people there at the moment, but those wounded people seemed very happy.

And Draco, who was sorted into Slytherin, was arguing with some senior students with red eyes and thick neck.

Harry turned his eyes and looked at the Ravenclaw table again, and saw that Hermione was also very anxious like himself.

Ron looked at Harry's performance and said indignantly.

"Harry, you and Shaw are not the same kind of people, and he may have been expelled by now."

Harry didn't say anything. He suddenly felt that Ron might not be a friend worth making. He was too narrow-minded.

Harry silently recalled some of the things he had just said to the Sorting Hat.

He clearly wanted to go to Slytherin, so why did the Sorting Hat say that he was more suitable for Gryffindor?

When crossing the lake before, Harry heard Hermione say that although Shaw was a pure blood, he was also an orphan. He also grew up in the Muggle world and wandered around. His life was even more miserable than his own.

But Shaw relied on his own abilities to make a living in the Muggle world, and now he is also extraordinary after coming to the magic world.

Hermione also said that Shaw went to Slytherin to change the minds of those potential dark wizards. It was great!

Harry felt that Shaw lived the way he wanted, and this was his role model.

I remembered what Shaw said to me again: living as a good person or a bad person depends only on your heart.

Harry wanted to go to Slytherin to help Shaw realize his dream, but the Sorting Hat finally sorted him into Gryffindor.

"Alas."

Harry sighed, and suddenly realized that someone was staring at him in the classroom. He turned his head and saw a gloomy professor staring at him.

Harry's forehead hurt, and he covered it with his hand, but before he could think about it, a burst of ethereal and beautiful bird calls suddenly sounded in the hall, and then a dazzling fire flashed in the middle of the teacher's seat.

The next moment, Dumbledore and Shaw walked out of the fire together, and the whole hall was silent.

Especially in Slytherin, the air pressure was quite low, and many people with bandages looked extremely ugly, as if they had lost their parents.

Then the students of the other three colleges cheered immediately, and Harry also stood up and clapped excitedly.

Dumbledore patted Shaw on the shoulder.

"It seems that you are very popular. Everything is just right. Let's go to the sorting house."

Shor nodded slightly, and walked towards Professor McGonagall calmly amid the applause and cheers.

Professor McGonagall had a complicated expression, but was relieved, and motioned Shaw to sit on the triangular stirrup.

After Shaw sat down, he looked at the gray hat full of patches in McGonagall's hand with some disdain.

But he didn't say much about helping to wash the hat. He had been in the limelight enough today, and it would be too much if he continued to show off.

When the Sorting Hat was put on his head, a hoarse voice sounded above his head.

"Boy, you have learned the brain block technique well, but please let go of your mind, otherwise how can I help you sort."

Shaw's eyelids twitched. Haha, if he dared to let go of his mind and didn't mention the possibility of being spied on about the crossing and the system, it would be fun if the Sorting Hat knew his talent in dark magic and finally shouted "Azkaban".

So he spoke directly to the Sorting Hat.

"I'm going to Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat just found it interesting.

"Oh, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"You think so, right? I'm a pure blood, very ambitious, and I admire honor (pretending). Where else can I go if not Slytherin?"

"Hmph, if you tell me to do it, I'll do it? Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Aren't you afraid that I'll assign you to another college?"

Shor was so tired. A broken hat had so many things to do. He always had to "convince people with virtue".

With a wave of his hand, a blue water ball with a diameter of one meter slowly appeared out of thin air, and then quickly rotated to the top of the Sorting Hat.

In the seat, Dumbledore, who was originally smiling, narrowed his eyes suddenly, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. When did his trick spread out?

Professor McGonagall was even more stunned. First, he was amazed at Shaw's silent and wandless spells and magical talent, and then he whispered to Shaw to put away the spell.

Shaw pretended not to hear it, and he was already naked.He started to threaten the Sorting Hat.

"Broken hat, if you let me go to another college, I will make you lose face even more, such as giving you a bath. Let me tell you first, my water has an electric shock effect. Dozens of students have experienced it on the train today. Do you want to try it?"

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth wide and said after a long while.

"Ah, thousands of years later, you are still the first person to threaten me. I am the relic of the founder, extremely precious and priceless. Ah, stop, stop, stop quickly..."

The Sorting Hat wanted to pretend to be powerful, but when the rotating water ball touched it, it immediately became cowardly and shouted immediately.

"Slytherin!"

With its announcement, the hall was silent again, but not entirely, and three people immediately jumped onto the long table to celebrate.

That was Draco and his two useless men.

"Haha, we have Shaw!"

Shor canceled the spell, stood up and bowed slightly to apologize to McGonagall, who was about to burst into anger, and walked to the Slytherin table, nodding to Hermione at the Ravenclaw table.

"What the hell, why was Shaw sorted into Slytherin! He made those people completely lose face!"

"Damn, the Sorting Hat must have Alzheimer's disease."

"......"

The other three colleges once again burst into complaints and regrets, saying all kinds of things.

Draco jumped off the table excitedly, pulled Shaw to sit next to him, and then spoke incoherently.

"I thought you would be expelled. It was my father who saved you. I just had a quarrel with those people you defeated. You don't know that they didn't dare to talk back to me. Now you are here. Let's dominate Slytherin together in the future."

Shor was too lazy to complain about Draco's self-praise, nor did he expose Malfoy's mysterious behavior.

Seeing that Shaw was sitting well, Dumbledore stood up and knocked on the silver cup on the table, making a crisp sound.

The students in the auditorium were still very respectful and quiet, turning their eyes to listen to the headmaster's speech.

"It's a new year again. This semester, we have a few new things to note, especially for first-year students..."

"Students are prohibited from sneaking into the Forbidden Forest... If you don't want to die in too much pain, please don't go to the fourth floor,..."

"Finally, welcome everyone to Hogwarts. I have a few more words to say, which are: idiot! Crybaby! Residue! Twist!"

After saying that, he bowed slightly and waved his hand.

The banquet officially began, and all kinds of English special "delicacies" appeared out of thin air on the empty long table.

The little wizards who had been hungry for a day competed to be the dry eaters, eating happily with chicken legs in one hand and steak in the other.

The Slytherins ate relatively elegantly. The first and second-year wizards near Shaw actually admired him very much, and they all tried to make friends with Shaw.

Draco, who was beside him, put a piece of steak into his mouth with a knife and fork, and suddenly found that Shaw's tableware seemed different from his own. Why was it a pair of small sticks?

No, even the dishes are different, such as golden meat balls, a plate of grilled fish sprinkled with a lot of unknown seasonings, and even the main course is a bowl of milky white rice.

"Shor, what are you eating? Why is it different from ours?"

Shor took a sip of tomato and egg soup and said nonchalantly.

"Oh, I'm not used to British food, so I asked my house elf to make Chinese food."

Draco came over and smelled it, and he swallowed his saliva because of the fragrance.

"Can I try it?"

Shor looked at seven or eight Chinese dishes and felt that he couldn't finish them by himself, so he nodded in agreement.

"Eat it."

Draco excitedly used a knife and fork to pick up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up.

Shor looked at Draco and wanted to pick up the food with a knife and fork full of saliva, which was disgusting.

He quickly found a large plate and put some of each dish on it, letting Draco eat it by himself.

Draco didn't think too much, he ate quickly, and although he blushed from the spicy dishes, he continued to eat these dishes he had never eaten before. Goyle and Crabbe wanted to try them, but he drove them away.

At this moment, he felt that the various expensive dishes he had eaten before were simply shit. No wonder Shaw said he couldn't get used to them, and he would feel uncomfortable in the future.

At this time, Alice came over.

"Shor, can I sit here? What are you eating?"