Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Tom closed his eyes and felt like a hundred birds were chirping around him.

Finally, when there was a chance, Tom pointed at the fat boy who was standing at the door, bewildered and looking like he was about to cry. "Granger, have you forgotten your friend?"

"Also, we don't have many toads here. You can look for them in other carriages."

Hermione turned around and suddenly realized what was happening. She gave the fat boy an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom. I got so excited that I forgot about you."

"No, it's okay." Neville Longbottom stammered.

"Then we can talk about it later. Don't let me fall too far behind, otherwise I won't feel a sense of accomplishment."

After saying these harsh words fiercely, Hermione hurriedly took Neville to find his toad.

As soon as the person left, Daphne said angrily: "Tom, who is that person? It's so rude."

After entering the door, Hermione didn't even look at Daphne, let alone say hello. Coupled with the condescending tone of her voice, Daphne was very angry.

"A friend I met when I was participating in a competition." Tom smiled, noticing the change in Daphne's address to him. "Daphne, that's just the way she is. She's very competitive, but she doesn't have any bad intentions. You'll figure it out later."

"I don't want to get to know such an impolite person." Miss Daphne also got angry. "No wonder he wants to go to Gryffindor. He looks like the stupid lion that mom mentioned."

The corners of Tom's mouth twitched, but he didn't refute Daphne's comment.

In fact, Hermione's personality was unpleasant during her first year, no, to be precise, most of the time.

In Tom's impression, from his roommates to Ginny and Luna, Hermione seemed to have had conflicts with everyone.

Not to mention Harry and Ron, they were the only two with soft tempers and short memories, and they forgot everything after making up.

Otherwise, Hermione really wouldn't be able to make any true friends.

Tom didn't want Daphne to keep complaining, so he casually changed the subject.

The next moment happened again, but Daphne had already fallen asleep. Tom made a gesture for silence, and Hermione had to leave the box again.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened and the train slowed down that Tom knew they were about to reach their destination, and he gently woke up Daphne who was still sleeping soundly.

Daphne, who had just woken up, blinked in confusion, looking cute, but she soon remembered her surroundings.

"Tom, are we almost there?"

"Well, the train has slowed down."

"Oh, then we need to put on our robes quickly."

Daphne hurriedly got up and felt that the corners of her mouth were a little wet. She wiped it with her hand and her face turned red.

She actually drooled.

I hope Tom didn’t see us. It would be so embarrassing!

He won’t dislike the way I sleep, right?

Tom had no idea that Daphne had so many questions in her mind, but he suddenly noticed that the girl who was very talkative before going to bed suddenly became silent.

.....

With the whistle blew, the train finally arrived at its destination.

Following the crowd out of the car, Hagrid called out to the first-year students to line up and take the boat to Hogwarts.

Tom and Daphne also boarded a small boat, along with two other freshmen.

Tom also counted the number of heads. There were about eighty or ninety freshmen this year, probably less than a hundred. From this, he inferred that the number of students at Hogwarts was not as small as he had imagined.

There should be about 600 students in the seven grades combined.

(The worldview is appropriately expanded, and the situation is during Voldemort's dark period. Wizards have no interest in reproduction. The number of students from past and future years will increase, and the school will be capped at about 1,000 students.)

When passing a cliff, Hagrid asked all the young wizards to bow their heads, but in fact he was the only one who needed to do so.

It is said that this road is the road that the four giants took when they came to Hogwarts, so every new class of students must come here once, which can be regarded as a kind of inheritance.

After an unknown amount of time, the boat arrived at the dock. Students came ashore one after another, followed Hagrid up the steps, and gathered in front of a huge oak door.

Hagrid raised his huge fist and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened, and a tall witch in emerald green robes stood before her with a serious expression.

The freshmen who were talking loudly just now immediately became quiet, not daring to breathe, as obedient as mice seeing a cat.

"First years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid pointed to a group of little kids on the steps.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll take care of this."

Professor McGonagall nodded to Hagrid, then opened the door wide and led the little wizards into the warm and bright hallway.

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Thanks to [惹打的蛋子] for the reward, and thanks to the other big guys for their data and monthly tickets! .

Chapter 13: Professor McGonagall's Double Standards, Sorting Ceremony

Entering the lobby, the freshmen could already hear the noise coming from the main door on the right. The seniors were already in their seats, looking forward to the start of the school dinner.

"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall first introduced herself, listing a long list of titles to make the young wizards even more awed by her, and then continued:

"Let me explain what's going to happen next. Before the start-of-term dinner, your sorting ceremony will take place to determine which of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin you will be assigned to. This is a very important ceremony. For the next seven years, you will attend classes and live together with the other students in your house."

"At the same time, your performance will affect the college's grades. Those who violate school rules will have their college points deducted."

Professor McGonagall's eyes suddenly became sharp. "I can declare here that although I am the headmaster of Gryffindor, if I catch anyone breaking the school rules, not only will I not cover up, but I will double the punishment!"

The young wizards were silent, and some who had originally wanted to go to Gryffindor had already begun to back off.

This dean... is so fierce!

And more people are worried about the so-called sorting ceremony.

Because of tradition, new wizards from wizarding families always hear their families describe the Sorting Ceremony as terrifying, while Muggle-born wizards are completely in the dark about it, and the unknown becomes their biggest fear.

Some people were almost crying when they thought about the situation where none of the four colleges would accept them if they failed the test.

Tom saw Daphne beside him muttering to herself, but her voice was too low to hear what she was saying.

When Professor McGonagall saw these children with sad faces, the corners of her serious and old-fashioned mouth curled up slightly, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

However, Professor McGonagall was, after all, a qualified professor who was conscientious and loved every student equally. Seeing the little wizard so frightened, she still spoke out to comfort him:

"Everyone, don't overthink it. From the moment you received your acceptance letter, you've already been a student. The sorting ceremony is just to help you choose the most suitable college. Don't feel any psychological pressure."

"Just treat the school as your home. How could your home abandon you?"

Professor McGonagall's comforting words worked, and the little wizards gradually calmed down.

But there are also some very smart people who have awakened.

A blond boy standing not far from Tom was startled. "Professor McGonagall, you said school is our home?"

"Of course, sir," Professor McGonagall said affirmatively.

The boy's expression suddenly changed, and he said arrogantly, "What are you waiting for? I'm starving. Can't we eat first and then sort out the houses?"

Professor McGonagall's expression also changed.

"Do you think this school is your home? How can the rules be changed just because of you? After the division, I will deduct five points from your school!"

"Wow! Professor, you lied to me!

Tom: “…”

.....

"Hannah Abbott!"

The sorting ceremony began, and a rosy-faced little girl with two golden braids walked out of the queue and put on a hat.

After a brief pause, the Sorting Hat announced loudly—"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, some pointed to the empty seats next to them, and even the fat monk ghost happily took off his hat to greet.

Tom offered his blessing and smiled as he watched Hannah Abbott stumble back to the table.

Great, he's the Iron Hat King.

With the Iron-Hat King around, the world wouldn't deviate too much, and his prophetic advantage would be effective most of the time.

"Good girl..." Tom's sigh was very light, but it was heard by a little witch who had been paying attention to her.

Daphne: “???”

Does Tom have such strange taste?

That girl from the Aibo family looks like a country girl no matter how you look at her!

Daphne looked at Hannah, then at Tom, who had been watching the Sorting Ceremony, and fell into a trance.

In fact, Tom was also distracted. He was also curious about which college he would be assigned to.

Except for Slytherin, who was a pure Muggle-born, so Tom didn't even consider it.

With three houses left, his biggest wish was not to go to Gryffindor.

Once he got closer to Harry, it would be like walking right under Dumbledore's nose, and with the buff of his name... he would definitely get more attention.

Although Tom has no intention of becoming a villain, he doesn't like having his every move watched all the time.

And just like Daphne said, Gryffindor really means trouble and trouble. He wants to be a quiet top student, and this kind of environment is not suitable for him.

Of the remaining two houses, there was no doubt that Ravenclaw was the one he wanted to go to the most, but Hufflepuff was also good.

No one can resist the temptation of having a kitchen right outside your door and someone preparing delicious food for you 24 hours a day.

"Daphne Greengrass (Greenglass)!"