Settle at Hogwarts

"You will not lack courage at critical moments, and anyone who aspires to be a brave man can join Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat continued to mutter in Tubo's ears, and it was also happy that a new student was willing to chat with him. .

"Slytherin really likes shrewd and power-loving little wizards. He believes that cunning and unscrupulous means are often more likely to succeed. However, these are not important. The four founders used profound magic to create me, although I can see What you think, but it’s always you who makes the real choice.”

Tabor pursed his lips, knowing that the Sorting Hat must have made a decision, and he felt a rare sense of nervousness in his heart.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat was taken away by Dumbledore. The bright candlelight in the auditorium made Tubo feel a little dazzling. He couldn't help but squint his eyes before walking towards the Slytherin table.

The applause there was very warm, and even Abraxas Malfoy, as a representative, stood up and shook hands to welcome Tabor to join.

After Tubo sat down next to Malfoy, he saw Philly glaring at him angrily at the Gryffindor table.

"Welcome to Slytherin. I am Anna Hall. I am the female prefect of Slytherin and a member of the Slug Club. You are Prince. If you have any problems in school, you can Come to me."

Looking at the beautiful senior sister with long brown hair sitting opposite him, Tabor also smiled politely: "It is my honor to be able to enter Slytherin. I will not be polite if there is any need."

Anna Hall nodded with satisfaction and continued chatting with Sylvia Greengrass who had just entered Slytherin next to her.

"Hello Prince, I'm Zane, Zane Flint." The tall boy who had just been sorted into Slytherin sat on the other side of Prince and said in a calm tone.

Tubo did not expect that he seemed to be quite famous among the students, but considering the precarious number of pure-blood wizards in the magical world, it was not surprising that they knew each other: "Tabo Prince, I am very happy to be a classmate with you. .”

Flint nodded, turned around and took the initiative to chat enthusiastically with Slytherin's male prefect, Eric Greengrass.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to greet him, Tabor began to observe the Slytherins sitting there.

At this time, Slytherin, although he had not been turned into a Death Eater reserve by the Dark Lord, still had a clear hierarchy.It can be seen from the freshmen that the pure-bloods basically have seniors sitting next to them, while the mixed-bloods are huddled together and ignored.

Among purebloods, the so-called 28 purebloods seem to be more popular, but Bock is an exception.Their family's property is basically concentrated in Knockturn Alley where dark wizards gather. Everyone is more afraid of the Bock family, even though Caractacus Bock is only 11 years old.

Tabor turned to himself.Among the Slytherins who value their family, most people will maintain superficial friendship because of the surname Prince, who is not from the 28th pure-blood family, but has considerable assets and skills.As for whether there is a sincere friendship among them, that will have to pass the test of time.

"Okay, I think you have all entered the college of your choice. In the days to come, I hope you can all study hard and win honor for your college. The dinner begins." Armando Dippet's voice was loud and clear. said.

Tabor looked up at the teacher's desk. Sitting in the middle of the entire teacher's desk was a tall and thin old man with a long white beard that was neatly trimmed.Compared to Dumbledore, who looks kind and friendly around him, and Slughorn, who smiles every day, the old headmaster is undoubtedly more serious.

"Prince, do you want me to introduce you to our professor?"

Malfoy asked when he saw Tubo looking at the teacher's chair.As the senior of Slytherin, he believed that he had the obligation to let his juniors get to know their professors, so that he could effectively avoid unnecessary points deductions.

"Trouble." Tabor turned his head and picked up a glass of pumpkin juice, waiting for the popular science from his senior.

"Dippet in the middle is very good. There is nothing to say. Although he is more serious, he is expected to retire soon. In fact, he has been training a successor in the past few years. The person he is training is Professor Dumbledore. Although He is a Gryffindor, but I have to say that he does have some brains," Malfoy said, seeming to look at Professor Slughorn angrily.

"Professor Slughorn is our dean, and I think you should be familiar with it. What you need to pay attention to is Professor Kettleburn next to him. He often carries some dangerous magical creatures with him."

Speaking of this professor who protects magical animals, Malfoy's tone was full of solemnity and a trace of imperceptible fear.

"Where is the Hogwarts administrator?" Tabor couldn't help but ask. He was really curious about this administrator who dared to dump the middle-aged version of Old Deng.

"He..." Malfoy organized his words before saying: "In short, even if the dean catches him if he makes a mistake, he cannot catch him. There was a Gryffindor student last semester. He was imprisoned in the dungeon for three full days, and no one knew what kind of torture he suffered during those three days. According to the prefect, many people were sent to the school hospital every semester as a result of his punishment."

Tabor was really surprised at this time. He didn't expect such a thing to happen in Hogwarts.

"Don't the professors care?"

Malfoy glanced at Tubo strangely, then thought of his parents and Professor Slughorn's praise of him, and a glimmer of understanding suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't it normal for professors to punish students corporally? The four deans have the power to punish students in their respective colleges, and it is usually implemented by the administrator." Malfoy hesitated before whispering in Tabor's ear: "Then This guy is a pervert, and it will be terrible if he catches you."

Tabor narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of the era he lived in.There is no law for the protection of minors now, and even if there were one, it would not be possible to apply it to Hogwarts.

Malfoy seemed to lose interest in chatting for an instant and silently ate the mashed potatoes in his bowl.

Tubber did not bother him, thinking of Mr. Filch, Mr. Filch, Harper's next administrator.The administrator seems to clean the chains and handcuffs frequently. Has he ever used them?

But no matter how you think about it, a squib administrator would be much easier to deal with than the current magic administrator.

After thinking about it for a long time, Tabor couldn't even find the time for the administrator's change in his memory, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​pushing it forward.