Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

The opening ceremony of Hogwarts did not surprise Mo Bai.

Each of the little wizards was named by Professor McGonagall, and they sat on the small stools in front of them either nervously or confidently. McGonagall pressed a tattered hat that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time on each other's head. Under the teacher's attention, the hat shouted loudly.

"Gryffindor!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Azkaban!"

The last one was called by the young man secretly in his heart, and he suddenly felt that it would be funny if the Sorting Hat called out this name.

But what he didn't expect was that during the whole sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall really let him sit comfortably on the Gryffindor long table.

Hermione and the others were surprised that the professor who usually sticks to the rules was so tolerant to Mo Bai, she leaned closer to the boy's ear.

"It's not because your guardian is the principal?"

Mo Bai dragged his cheeks and watched the ceremony in boredom, "Is Professor Dumbledore such a person in your heart? Could it be that my final assignment is a paper? "My Principal's Father"?"

"Who knows then."

Hermione also imitated the boy's posture, holding her chin in boredom, "Anyway, I have seen Professor Dumbledore more times these days than last year combined."

"It may be that the old man has been alone all his life, and finally he has such an excellent junior like me, so I want to see more..."

"You have to show some face!"

Hermione slapped the boy on the back.

"By the way, Harry and Ron haven't shown up yet, so nothing will happen, right?"

Mo Bai glanced at Hermione.

"You finally remembered your two good friends?"

The little girl's face turned red, and she found that it was really easy to ignore many other things when she stayed next to Mo Bai.

"nothing,"

While comforting the other party, the boy was pulling a strand of the girl's hair and twisting it between his fingers, but the girl slapped her unruly hand away.

"They must have arrived at school, probably because they were late and didn't come in."

"how do you know?"

"I just know it."

The boy's self-confidence for no reason reassured Hermione a lot.

Of course he knew, on the train he watched that weird car head towards Hogwarts, and he even gave it a sneak boost.

But he also murmured in his heart, he wouldn't break those two little devils because of his speed.

When Ginny also excitedly gave Fred and George a high-five and sat next to Hermione, the sorting ceremony was coming to an end.

Mo Bai looked funny from the side, it seemed that Ron's disappearance didn't worry his family too much.

It seems that this kid is usually very skinny.

Until the end, Grinding still sat peacefully on the long table in Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have forgotten the man.

The Gryffindor students looked at each other, is this a student of their college...

Hogwarts seems to have no precedent for directly joining a college without undergoing sorting.

It wasn't until the dinner began and Principal Dumbledore hurriedly left after announcing the end of the sorting that they were sure that this new face had actually chosen his own house without going through the sorting ceremony.

Can Hogwarts also go through the back door?
The little lions whispered, but Mobai didn't care, but found that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had left in a hurry.

He pissed off Hermione, and pouted over there, "No, it's probably time to deal with Harry and the others?"

The little girl was a little unconvinced, "How did you know again?"

"According to what you said, Dumbledore cared a lot about Harry, right?"

"How can the headmaster take a stand on such an important occasion as the opening ceremony, probably only that Harry Potter."

"Really?"

"What's true or not. Eat."

Mo Bai had long been attracted by the food that suddenly appeared on the long table, and this dinner finally started his favorite part.

Looking at the various cakes, fried chicken, steaks and all kinds of delicate snacks in front of him, his eyes lit up.

In an instant, his favorability for this school soared.

He has been in exam-oriented education in his previous life, how has he ever experienced this kind of class opening ceremony where the principal doesn't give a long speech, and there is delicious food?
Hermione rolled her eyes aside.

"I know how to eat."

But he also picked up the cup of black tea at hand and drank it in one gulp, smacking his lips.

It's delicious without ink...

After the dinner, led by Percy Weasley, the prefect of the college, a group of young wizards walked to the dormitory through the changing stairs in the castle.

Mobai looked curiously at the oil painting on the wall. All kinds of people in the painting looked at them curiously. A gentleman in a top hat took off his hat to pay tribute, a peasant woman in an apron greeted honestly, and the whole family A knight with a long sword in his hand is wrestling with a swordsman in another painting.

At this time, in another painting, the mumbling voices of several women attracted Mo Bai's attention.

"Have you heard that Harry Potter is about to be expelled from school!"

"Really? Is it the Harry Potter we know?"

"certainly,"

The face of the lady in the painting showed a gossiping expression vividly, "I heard that they drove the speeding car to the school in full view, not only were they seen by Muggles, but because of their speed, they crashed into the Whomping Willow, not to mention, I almost died myself."

Mo Bai coughed lightly, it shouldn't be his business...

"It is said that he is lying in the hospital now, and that poor Weasley child has a broken leg."

"Tsk tsk, Madam Pomfrey's Bone Spirit doesn't taste good."

"At least keep them alive and kicking the next day."

Hermione and Ginny pursed their lips as they overheard the women talking beside him.

"You two idiots, get it on your own! Why don't you go to Mrs. Weasley?"

Mo Bai shrugged, "At least you know about him, don't you? It's just a broken leg."

A broken leg is really not a big deal in the wizarding world, and the two girls were half relieved.

"They won't really be expelled from school, will they?"

"It's hard to say, but there's nothing we can do."

Hermione curled her lips, "Isn't your guardian Professor Dumbledore... Do you want to ask him for mercy?"

Seeing Mo Bai looking at her inexplicably, the little girl also knew that her request was a bit out of line.

"Then I can only wish those two unlucky ones the best of luck."

It wasn't until he used the password to enter the Gryffindor lounge through the passage behind the oil painting of the fat woman, that he was surprised to find that there were only 10 Gryffindor second-year students, including him, there were only 11.

What kind of school is this withered population.

But is this still the best wizarding school in the UK?

No wonder wizards are crowded into corners like this by Muggles.

With such a small number of people, there is still a family like the Malfoy family that upholds the concept of pure blood?
Mobai even suspects that in a few decades, wizards will not use Muggles, and they will wipe themselves out...

Lying on the bed in the dormitory, the boy began to think about the magical world for the first time.