Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

Thousands of candles floated in the air, the enchanted ceiling looked just like the sky outside, and four long tables were filled with gilded plates and cutlery, waiting for their little wizards to take their places.

Tonight is a rare good night.

The moonlight is bright, the stars are twinkling—everything is a good omen.

Dumbledore watched with satisfaction as the professors came and went, making the final confirmations.

"Ah~ nothing makes me happier than the students returning to school, and nothing can diminish this joy."

Professor Snape raised an eyebrow: "Even with a ticking time bomb like Saul Green?"

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "It's just a mundane journey. What could possibly happen? Perhaps our Mr. Green is having a pleasant conversation with his new friend."

Just then.

Mr. Filch, the administrator, limped over, his body uneven as he crossed the auditorium, and collapsed, panting, onto the podium.

Holding up a letter: "An urgent letter to you, Professor Dumbledore!"

It suddenly clicked.

For some reason, Dumbledore suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Could it be that the phoenix bloodline is exerting its power?

He stared at the bright red envelope for two seconds, as if it were Grindelwald's autograph.

It wasn't until Snape glanced at him sideways that Dumbledore slowly reached out, took the letter, and unfolded it.

No one dared to write him a shouting letter, but the format was the same.

[Dear Professor Dumbledore:]

[Your new student, Thor Green, is openly using Dark Arts on the Hogwarts Express!!!]

Dumbledore: ?

The very first sentence was enough to keep Dumbledore pinned down for several seconds.

Who? Where? What did they do?

Has he reached the end of his life? Voldemort didn't even manage to attack the Holy Hogwarts Express back then, is this still a peaceful era?!

"Ha," Snape scoffed, his tone sarcastic, "Looks like Mr. Green has really made a 'good friend'—"

[...resulting in the impact on at least 380 students, including one freshman, Draco Malfoy, who remains in a coma...]

Snape: ?

His vision went black, and he almost transformed into a black bat, flying straight out the window to the scene!

"Saul Green!"

Snape nearly ground his teeth to dust, and veins popped out on his forehead!

"Calm down, Severus."

Dumbledore pressed his throbbing temples and chuckled:

"At least, Saul is straightforward, isn't he? He doesn't hide anything."

Unlike that certain black devil surnamed Tang, who held back until the very end and then unleashed a huge one.

Snape: "Yeah, he's not even acting anymore."

Dumbledore chuckled twice.

Just then, another owl flapped its wings, flew into the auditorium, and dropped a note.

Dumbledore reached out and took a look, his eyes lighting up as he laughed, "Ah! Hagrid sent it. He said he's safely received the young wizards. Apart from being a little dizzy and smelling strongly of roses, they're perfectly fine."

"It seems like there are more couples sticking together like glue now."

Dumbledore winked slyly, making Snape want to punch him and break that hook-nosed man's nose again.

Seeing that Dumbledore seemed about to put it down gently, Snape had no choice but to give up.

"...We'll talk about it after that kid gets into Slytherin."

Snape's face was gloomy, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

dark cool.

After all, the "Merlin meat" that the entire magical world wants a bite of must belong to his academy.

......

soon.

After passing the dock, we crossed the deep, mirror-like Black Lake and climbed the winding stone steps.

"I've already done a cardio workout before even starting school."

Ron, panting, wiped the sweat from his brow and nervously swallowed as he looked at the massive oak door standing before him.

He glanced cautiously at the figure beside him, almost blending into the darkness.

Although they had all changed into the same black school uniform, the other person still stood out among the freshmen.

...Perhaps it was because of his relatively tall stature, or perhaps it was because of his incredibly handsome face amidst a sea of ​​silly faces.

Her straw-like hair shimmered like golden threads in the moonlight.

"He's just like the Little Prince from a storybook," Ron said, feeling both envious and jealous.

I accidentally met those gray eyes, and I immediately jumped back, pretending to be a quail.

After all, the only one who would dare to speak to Thor after experiencing the "sea of ​​roses" on the train was their savior, Harry Potter.

The Malfoys' bratty son was sent to the school infirmary as soon as he arrived at the station.

"I really don't know whether the college selection process is scarier or the classmates are scarier..."

Meanwhile, Thor listened intently as Harry recounted how his aunt and uncle had miraculously changed their attitude.

While thinking about the Golden Ball.

Although they found the "Frog Prince" who was the inhabitant of the fantasy entity, it was different from the fantasy entity that could be subdued by beating—cough, no, I mean by "persuasion".

The Frog Prince must offer a golden ball, a symbol of something precious, in order to turn back into a book.

"Golden ball... what is truly enough to satisfy one's desire for something precious? Family? I don't have any."

Thor thought to himself, troubled.

Yu Guangzhong saw Hermione staring straight at him, so he turned his head and smiled back.

But the little girl didn't smile; instead, she pouted and lowered her head.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

Thor's eyes gradually lit up, and he curled up the corners of his mouth.

Although the reason is unknown.

But this time, the fantasy creatures that can be captured aren't just the "Frog Prince"!

……

Soon, the oak door slowly opened.

Professor McGonagall appeared looking pale and sickly, her eyes seeming as if a carnivorous flower had suddenly sprouted from a group of bewildered seedlings.

Sol responded with a pure and sincere smile.

"...Sigh, come with me, the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."

We've already taken them all, what else can we do?

I hope it's not a student from my own college.

Professor McGonagall thought about it with mixed feelings.

Upon arriving at the Great Hall, after the Sorting Hat finished singing, the most important Sorting Ceremony began.

Professor McGonagall wiped the sweat from her brow with a handkerchief, held up the attendance list, and read aloud:

"Hannah Abbott!"

A girl with rosy cheeks and two golden braids stumbled forward and put on the Sorting Hat.

"Hufflepuff!"

The filthy hat grinned and shouted loudly.

A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from the table on the right.

As names were called one by one, Thor stood listlessly in the line, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the other trembling, nervous young wizards.

at last.

After Hermione Granger was sorted into Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall paused, her voice trembling slightly as she read:

"Saul Green!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium fell silent!

"It's...it's that person who used black magic on the train..."

"Holy crap, he's a freshman?! His future looks bleak!"

"I heard he even took down Draco Malfoy! And the Malfoy family still has to fawn over him!"

Students from all four colleges craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the figure gracefully walking onto the stage.

At the teachers' table.

Professor Snape also glanced sideways, a smug smile playing on his lips.

A turban-wrapped, timid professor casually walked past Thor, staring at Harry Potter in the group.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Saul politely accepted the Sorting Hat from Professor McGonagall, and as darkness enveloped his vision, he thought confidently:

"I'm definitely going to be assigned to Hufflepuff, right?"

[Haha, Instin!]

"..."

Thor frowned slightly, but didn't seem to care much. He relaxed his body and let the Sorting Hat probe his thoughts.

Let me see... Hmm, very talented, extremely talented... but not very ambitious... Hmm?

What's with this golden light? And why is there a library here? What does "Do you want to buy a match?" mean?

Thorn paused for a moment, then said gently, "Do you have a book you'd like, Mr. Sorting Hat?"

Thank you, but I, an old man, still wish to live for the time being.

Alright, don't be sad, kid. How about we put you in Ravenclaw? No, you don't seem to have much of an inquisitive spirit, fundamentally different from the previous girl... Hey! Strange! You're actually surprisingly well-suited for Hufflepuff!

"I have always been kind and hardworking."

Thor smirked, about to say a few more words, when suddenly his eyes narrowed!

He stared ahead and suddenly saw a blurry figure appear in the darkness.

It was bouncing and leaping, enveloped in a distorted halo of light, slowly approaching him!

Then, Thor felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head, and a face with features replaced by black was hanging upside down in front of him!

His smooth, golden hair hung down, and Thor could smell a faint stench of decay from his close proximity.

Alice.

Thor smiled, his expression even gentler than before.

Even though he couldn't see Alice's features, Thor could sense that she was smiling.

I'll come find you sooner or later, "Master".

next second.

"Thor!!!"

The Sorting Hat on his head was suddenly ripped off, the darkness receded, and Thor's vision was suddenly filled with light!

What came into view was Professor McGonagall's still-shaken face:

"Are you... are you alright, Mr. Green?!"

?

What's wrong?

Thor raised an eyebrow in confusion, turned his head, and saw severed limbs scattered all over the floor above the podium—

The doll's arm.

With spherical joints and an eerie, shimmering texture, they were scattered around him, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

It felt as if he had just been given a suffocating "hug".

...Alice is gradually breaking through the restrictions of the match!

Professor Quirrell sat in the faculty section, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the scene.

The students below the stage were stunned.

Prefect Percy swallowed hard and muttered, "I've never heard of anything like this happening during the Sorting Ceremony..."

That's terrifying and incredibly eerie!

What exactly did Thor do to the Sorting Hat?!

In the dead silence, a few seconds later.

The Sorting Hat's hoarse and weak voice boomed:

"—Gryffindor!!"

???

Whoosh!

Professor Snape accidentally knocked over the golden cup on the table!