Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 618 - 173: Truly the Punching Bag, Mysterious Change
The voice of the Sorting Hat was as loud as ever.
Except for Albus Dumbledore, whose body leaned slightly forward.
Professor McGonagall and the other professors showed no change in expression; they merely glanced a few times at Harry Potter, without any murmurs of disapproval at him being sorted into Slytherin College.
Even Professor "Lockhart" only looked at Harry Potter with interest, and then resumed his "pleasant" verbal exchanges with the Professor of Fantastic Beasts, Newt Scamander, beside him.
Indeed, not only did the great Alchemist Nicolas Flamel continue to serve as the Professor of Alchemy this year, but even Newt Scamander, an authority on fantastic beasts, had joined Hogwarts.
He would be the professor for the third-year elective course, Protecting Fantastic Beasts, as the previous professor had moved into the critical care ward at Saint Mangos Hospital for the most typical reason associated with this position.
According to rumors.
During the last semester when rumors were rampant about a giant dragon in the Forbidden Forest, out of curiosity, he went searching for the dragon in the Forbidden Forest, and then there was essentially nothing further to tell. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Towards the end of last semester, third-year students had no classes to attend, and it was only when Ian encountered Newt in the corridor that he learned of this information.
"Professor Scamander, I’ve admired you for a long time... I’ve been hearing your legendary stories for many years." One can only say Professor "Lockhart’s" flattery seemed a bit exaggerated.
He seemed to be teasing the new professor, who had moderate social anxiety. Compared to the famous Savior, the impostor writer clearly showed more interest in the new recruit Newt.
Writing admiration.
Yet Ian always thought that perhaps it should be called longing.
"Perhaps some other factors are influencing my judgment, but undoubtedly, you yourself possess these qualities too. Slytherin can help you achieve success, child." The Sorting Hat said firmly to Harry Potter as he excitedly put the hat down.
"I wasn’t expelled! I’m already very satisfied!" Not having heard Ron’s criticism of Slytherin, the only threat from Slytherin was also resolved by the little wizard.
Today, Mr. Savior holds hardly any prejudice against Slytherin. He glanced over at Ian sitting at the Slytherin long table and even felt that joining this college wasn’t so bad.
Perhaps he misheard earlier... Wasn’t Ian a student of Ravenclaw College? Either way, having a steady and reliable friend in the same house was indeed a good thing for Harry.
"Welcome!"
The Slytherin Prefect warmly embraced Harry Potter, though Harry Potter still chose to sit beside Ian, who probably never dreamed that Ian was just a visitor passing through.
"Potter! We’ve got Potter!"
"Harry Potter belongs to our Slytherin! I knew this all along!"
"Indeed! Ever since my dad started losing his hair faster after using Potter-brand hair shampoo, our whole family has believed Harry Potter surely belongs to us in Slytherin!"
...
A cheer erupted at the long table.
It was the Slytherin long table, rather than the Gryffindor to which Harry Potter was supposed to belong. Of course, despite the absence of boos, the Gryffindor students were quite displeased.
"Cheating! Someone must have cheated! They used vile tactics to steal Harry Potter, just as they once wanted to use vile tactics to steal Ian Prince!"
The twin brothers sought to point their fingers at Snape, the head of Slytherin.
However.
Snape had no intention of paying any attention to them; his gaze was fixed on Ian and Harry, who looked awkward and somewhat humbled sitting beside Ian.
His gaze was quite complicated.
Especially after glancing at the Gryffindor long table once more and noticing a young girl continually inquiring about Ian, his gaze grew even more complicated.
"Get back to your own house!"
He used some kind of magical transmission to project his voice to Ian.
"Huh?"
Ian felt that the tone of his good uncle contained less affection and more annoyance. He had no idea how he had provoked the man, perhaps by not writing much over the holidays?
"Better leave now."
Under Harry’s eager gaze, Ian stood up and patted off nonexistent dust from the back of his robe.
There were quite a few new students in Slytherin this year.
But apart from the Malfoy trio, he only recognized Pansy Parkinson, a young girl who dared not meet Ian’s gaze even for a second.
It was clear that during the holidays, Miss Daphne had worked hard spreading the "gospel" of the "Demon King," so much so that she probably "wore herself out" and completely missed this year’s Sorting ceremony.
The same old trick.
Little witches at ten may not know.
She might dodge the issue early on, but chances are she won’t escape it for long.
"Where are you going?"
Harry seemed quite concerned about Ian, likely stemming from a child’s anxiety in an unfamiliar environment and wanting to stay around someone familiar.
"Of course, back to my own house... Staying here too long has upset some narrow-minded people." Ian glanced toward Snape in the faculty seats.
"What!?"
Harry was suddenly bewildered upon hearing this.
