Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call now puts on a hat and sits on a stool for sorting," she said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two golden braids staggered out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes. She sat down. A moment's pause—"Hufflepuff!" the hat yelled.

The table on the right applauds Hannah and welcomes her to their table.

"Look at that little girl's face, that hat must smell bad." Solim said to Hermione, who was behind him, leaning sideways, "I'll definitely give that hat a 'clean up' before I put it on, so Hermione, you'd better line up behind me so you don't have to suffer."

Hermione wanted him to shut up.

"Susan Burns!" Little Miss Burns gave Solim an aggrieved look as she passed by.

"Hufflepuff!" Before the applause sounded, Miss Burns quickly took off the sorting hat and ran to Hufflepuff's long table without looking back.

"She's poor."

"you shut up!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Oh! No!"

Poor Mr. Boot Solim saw his apple muscles twitch like mad as he put the Sorting Hat on.

"Ravenclaw!"

Mr. Boote took off the sorting hat and was still wiping his hair with one hand—well...and sniffing it under his nose. Then he showed a strange expression.

"Justin Fletcher!" No one went up.

"Justin Fletcher! Come here, please!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards waiting for sorting.

A figure walked up to Professor McGonagall almost step by step, and said something to Professor McGonagall nervously. Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. Mr. Finlayly took a deep, resigned breath, and...

"Hufflepuff!"

"I daresay Justin asked Professor McGonagall to wash his hat just now, but the professor didn't agree," Solim ensured that the little wizards around could hear him, "Maybe Professor McGonagall agreed when you said it, Hermione, if you are ahead of me in line, you must ask the professor to wash your hat, just for the sake of your appetite at the start-of-term dinner."

"Mandy Bloch!"

A little witch walked past Solim tremblingly.

"Good luck, Miss Bloch." Solim smiled and said to the little witch who passed by.

The young wizards who hadn't been sorted looked hopefully at Miss Bloch walking up to Professor McGonagall and saying something. Professor McGonagall first showed a surprised expression, then frowned, and then pointed to the high stool to sit down.

The little witch pouted and was forced to put on the sorting hat.

"Ravenclaw!"

"It's useless! They won't wash it," complained a little wizard in front of Solim.

"No, the professor will seriously consider it if there are too many people talking about it. If you don't want to attend the opening dinner with the hair oil, dust and dirt accumulated on your head for thousands of years, you'd better let the professor wash that hat as much as possible." Solim continued to stir up the emotions of the young wizards.

"Lavender Brown!"

"Miss Brown, come on, maybe Professor McGonagall will agree." A little wizard cheered on their hopes.

One can be ignored, and two can be ignored. When the third little wizard asked to wash the Sorting Hat, otherwise he would not wear it, which finally attracted the attention of Professor McGonagall. But washing the Sorting Hat at the Sorting Ceremony... well... that never happened. And Miss Brown seems to have wasted too much time, so...

"Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat directly on Miss Brown's head. Miss Brown patted the spot where the Sorting Hat touched the top of her head as she walked towards Gryffindor's long table. A look of frustration.

"Draco Malfoy!" Our little dragon walked up to Professor McGonagall carelessly, pointed at the sorting hat and said something to Professor McGonagall.

"Hey, it's done." Solim said with a smile, "It seems that I don't need to do anything."

"How do you know? Three people went up, and Professor McGonagall didn't agree."

"This young master's father is a school manager, and the professor will take his opinion seriously. Just read it."

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Dumbledore's desk and said something.

The students of the four colleges began to whisper to each other. They had never encountered a situation where the sorting ceremony was interrupted.

After talking to Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall walked up to the Sorting Hat expressionlessly and... drew out his wand.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah!"

"Very good!"

"We are saved!"

The little wizards without sorting looked at the brand new sorting hat and cheered. The surrounding seniors watched all this with dumbfounded, they never thought that such a thing would happen during the sorting ceremony. The little wizards who had been assigned to four colleges told the seniors and sisters what Solim had just said to them. And these senior seniors seem to realize how dirty the hats on their heads were when they were sorted back then.

"Hermione Granger!"

"Good luck, Hermione." Solim offered his blessing.

"Gryffindor!" Hermione got her wish and was assigned to the house she thought was the best.

"Solim Selwyn!" Solim smiled and stepped up and sat on the bar stool.

"Aha! It's you!" The Sorting Hat's voice rang in Solim's head.

"Oh? You know me?"

"I know all the 'good things' you did down there from the minds of those little wizards just now."

"so?"

"So I want to thank you, you know, I haven't been this clean in a long time."

"Slytherin, thank you." Solim said the house he wanted to go to.

"Of course, Slytherin is more suitable for you. Then..."

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly.

He took off the sorting hat and bowed to Professor McGonagall, who was looking at him strangely, and walked towards the long Slytherin table who was applauding him.

"Welcome, new student!" The Slytherin Prefect and Head of the School Boys stood up to shake Solim's hand, and motioned for him to sit next to Draco. Solim noticed a bloodstained ghost sitting on the other side of Draco. If he guessed correctly, he should be the Bloody Barrow.

"How does it feel to be in the limelight, Draco?"

"If it wasn't for that shabby hat, I wouldn't be shooting you." Draco shot Solim a glance.

Solim smiled, this young master isn't that stupid - as long as he doesn't run into the savior.

"I'll discuss something with you at dinner later." Solim whispered to Draco. Draco glanced at Solim. "Trouble?"

Solim looked at Neville, who returned the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall flushed with laughter, and smiled, "No, it's not troublesome at all, you're taking advantage."

"Harry Potter!"

Here comes the main event.

"Which house do you think Potter will go to?" Draco asked.

"There's no need to guess? Definitely Gryffindor." Solim crossed his legs under the table.

"Hmph! Potter deserves to be with those pure-blood scum, if I ask you." Draco obviously hadn't forgotten what happened on the train.

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat loudly announced the Savior's sorting result.

The result was a riot at the Gryffindor table - loud celebrations from the students. The Weasley twins yelled "We've got Potter, we've got Potter," clapping their hands vigorously.

"Look, what did I say?" Solim smiled at Draco, "I should bet you."

Draco's little face paled with anger - although there was not much color on his face.

"Draco, listen to me, don't fight with Potter." Solim knocked on the table to attract the attention of Draco who was still staring at Harry, "He's under the cover of the headmaster, don't be thankless thing."

"None of your business!" Turning his head, Draco glared at Solim.

"It's up to you. I'm just reminding you. After all, your family...hehe, don't cause trouble for your father."

Then a student who had just been assigned to Slytherin sat across from Solim, "Brace Chabini."

"Hello, Solim Selwyn." Solim shook hands with the famous "Son of a Widow".

"Ah, it's finally time to start eating. I'm hungry." The prefect next to Draco saw the headmaster standing up.

Dumbledore looked at the students with a wide smile and extended his arms to them, nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing them all together. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Sniff! Scum! Twist! Thank you all!" He sat down again. Everyone applauded and cheered.

"Are you saying he's a little crazy?" Draco asked Solim.

Shrugging, Solim said nothing - he was busy with a chicken leg. At this time, the entire auditorium was full of chaos. The students were talking about their summer vacation experience to each other, and the young wizards who had just entered school were busy dealing with food while listening to the seniors around them introduce this great school.

After eating a drumstick and finding something to do for his stomach, Solim approached Draco, who was busy with the cake. "You know the Slytherin tradition, the tradition that the other three houses have canceled."

"You mean the prefect system, right? You want to be our first year Slytherin prefect?" Draco squinted at Solim as he dealt with the food.

"No, I'm lazy to be a prefect. What I want is the perks of a prefect—a single room." Solim smeared a little ketchup on the potato in his hand. "You come to be the prefect, but the room is mine."

From Solim's point of view, being a prefect means the benefit of being a single room is a bit worth seeing, and everything else is scum. What is the prefect's special washroom? What's the use of that? There is still a bathroom in the single room. And being a prefect is also responsible for conveying the new lounge password, Solim is a troublesome person. It turned out that when I was in junior high school, I worked as a class representative for a period of time and collected homework every day. The teacher is not happy if he can’t collect it. He urges those who haven’t handed in their homework to hand it in quickly and offends their classmates. After that, Solim was not interested in this kind of thing where the pay and reward were not proportional.

"What do you mean?" Draco didn't understand.

"That is to say, I will keep the two of us, I admit defeat - you are the prefect. But the right to use the room is mine. It's that simple." After saying this, Solim turned to the ketchup-dipped The potato took a hard bite.

"That's okay?" Draco didn't express dissatisfaction with Solim's arrangement, because his father told him something about Solim before he came to Hogwarts, and also told him not to conflict with Solim. After all, if we really want to talk about it, the two of them are still relatives.

"What's wrong with this? Prefects can't be transferred, unless they are defeated. But the prefect's room is okay, you can just say that you are not used to living in a single room." Solim blinked. "Well, if you agree, I can give you advice on what to do with that red hair in Weasley." Solim had already figured out that as long as it made Weasley uncomfortable, Draco was comfortable.

"make a deal."

Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant also returned to silence. "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, all students are prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest on campus. Some of our old classmates should also remember this well."

Dumbledore's bright eyes flicked in Brother Weasley's direction.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the hallway between classes."

"The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing on the house team should contact Mrs Hooch.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Now, before we all go to bed, let's sing the school song!" Dumbledore said loudly.

Hearing this, Solim quickly pulled out his wand with his left hand and put a "close ear plug" on himself under the table. He watched the mouths of the people around him opening and closing, and Draco next to him covered his ears with his hands and muttered something.

Just kidding, he still doesn't know what the Hogwarts school song is like. Totally noise. Seeing everyone around him stand up, Solim lifted the magic on himself.

"You should get me one too, Solim," Draco grumbled.

"Isn't it too late?" Solim smiled, followed Draco to line up and walked out of the auditorium under the leadership of the Slytherin prefect.

Of the four houses, the Slytherin and Hufflepuff lounges are underground, though the Slytherin ones are farther away. The kitchen is just below the auditorium, and Hufflepuff's lounge is next to it. It can be said that the first ones to return to the lounge are the little badgers of Hufflepuff.

Following the prefect down dark stairs and through dimly lit corridors, the young wizards came to an empty, damp stone wall behind which was the Slytherin common room.

"Glory." The prefect said the password. Take the little wizards into the common room: a long, narrow, low basement. The basement walls and ceiling were made of rough stone, and round, glowing green lights hung from the ceiling on chains. There is a beautifully carved fireplace surrounded by many carved chairs.

"Welcome to the glorious Slytherin. Slytherin has a tradition to complete before the break. That is to elect a prefect of the first year. This is a tradition that Hogwarts has had since its founding. The other three houses are Abandoning this tradition, only we, only the Slytherins have kept it. Then you will..." The prefect was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"New students stand in the middle, and the last one of you standing will be the first-year prefect. And enjoy the prefect's privileges." Professor Snape floated out of nowhere, pointing at the freshmen with his wand in one hand His face was not troublesome. "Hurry up, my time is precious!"

Solim stood with Draco.

"Remember your words, Draco." With a flick of his left hand, the wand appeared in Solim's hand.

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