Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim was right, the storm was coming.

From time to time, there will be rumbling thunder in the air, and the raindrops of beans will rush to smash on the windows, making a crackling sound, making people can't help but think that the windows will be smashed by raindrops in the next second.

However, no matter how heavy the rain was outside, it couldn't affect Solim and Syrna, who were staying underground. Slytherin's dormitories and common rooms are underground, so you don't have to worry about leaks or rainwater coming in through the windows.

But for the students who just got off the train, the storm was not so friendly. The rain was so heavy that the bean-sized raindrops hit the students with the blessing of the strong wind, and the students couldn't open their eyes. Regardless, the students ended up at the castle, although most of them looked extremely embarrassed.

After changing their clothes and tidying up, the students gathered in the auditorium to wait for the sorting ceremony to begin, hungry all the way to start their dinner.

Before the sorting ceremony began, the students sat together chattering about what was happening at the Quidditch World Cup, discussing Peter's escape from prison, and some well-informed students whispering about the Triwizard Tournament.

Like Draco. He also knew about the Triwizard Tournament, and he was a little excited about it, obviously this kid had some illusions.

"Solim, do you think it's possible that I'll be chosen by the Goblet of Fire?" Draco asked in a slightly excited whisper.

"What do you think?"

"Well," Draco glanced at Solim, "I don't really have much of a chance if you're participating." But...... Are you really going to participate? As far as I know, there's only one place for each school. "

"What? you think my brother is no match for those senior shit?" Sylna glanced at Draco.

The level of teaching at Hogwarts is quite good, but most of the students are not very eager to learn magic, and Sylna's vision can naturally see that the level of these seniors in the school is not very good.

"Anyway......," Draco glanced at the professorship, trying to divert the subject, "Why is the Defence Against the Dark Arts class empty this year?

Professor Flitwick sat on a large pile of cushions, otherwise he would not have had been able to reach the table. Next to him was Professor Sprout, the professor of herbal medicine and the head of Hufflepuff, who was now talking to Professor Sinnista, who was teaching astronomy. Next to Professor Sinista was a gloomy-faced Snape, the seat next to Snape was empty, it was Professor McGonagall's, and she was supposed to be rushing here with this year's freshmen. The white-bearded old man sitting in the middle and the highest chair was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, with his hands crossed and his chin resting on it, glancing at the Slytherin table after feeling Solim's gaze.

"How is that possible?" said Solim, "this year's professor may be a little different. "

"Huh!" Draco laughed, "Quirrell in the first year, Lockhart in the second year, Lupin last year, one of them is ...... Well, you know, one is a playboy and an idiot, and the other is a werewolf. I'm going to see if this year's professors can be any different, or are they finally ready to find a normal person to teach us this year?"

Draco glanced at the professorship again.

"But he hasn't even come yet, so I don't think he's a normal person. "

Draco wasn't wrong, Moody wasn't normal. Who would be late to the opening dinner at Hogwarts? and he's still a professor.

As they spoke, the door to the auditorium was pushed open. The students fell silent for a moment, and Professor McGonagall led in with a bunch of wet freshmen. There was no way, these freshmen came by rowing, and it rained all the way, and many weak children were shivering from the cold.

"Hmph, another Gryffindor. Draco snorted disdainfully, and he saw a skinny student lip syncing excitedly at the Gryffindor table, "Oh my God, what's that kid wearing?"

Draco didn't recognize it, but Harry did, it was Hagrid's mole fur coat, and Colin Creevey was excitedly talking about something next to Harry.

By this time, Professor McGonagall had walked over to the three-legged stool where the Sorting Hat was placed, indicating that the Sorting Ceremony had officially begun. After the Sorting Hat sang a non-nutritious song, Professor McGonagall pulled out her parchment.

"When I call someone's name, they put their hat on their head and sit on a stool," she said to the first-year students, "and when the hat announces the house, they go and sit at the corresponding table." "

"The sorting ceremony has begun, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is still empty, is something wrong?" Draco asked quietly.

The first freshman was assigned to Ravenclaw, and the Ravenclaw students applauded their first freshman.

"It's coming, what the are you doing?" Solim also began to applaud as well, as everyone on the Slytherin side was applauding, and the second student was assigned to Slytherin, and Solim vaguely heard that the freshman's surname was Baddock.

After the sorting ceremony, Solim realized that there were only four new Slytherin students this year, three men and one girl.

"Slytherin really doesn't get as good as it is a year. Barrow sat next to Solim, and he didn't speak much just now, but when he saw the situation of this year's sorting house, he said something with emotion.

"I don't think it's a big deal. Solim broke a chicken leg for himself. "What you sow, you reap. "

Barrow glanced at Solim and said expressionlessly, "Maybe." "

The food at the banquet was the same as in previous years, and even the place was the same, there were no new tricks, no new flavors, but what more could Solim ask for? You know, this is England, and Solim is thankful that there are no dark dishes like stargazing at the dinner at Hogwarts.

When the food in front of him was gone, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent as he prepared to listen to the Headmaster's speech. As with the food at the dinner, Dumbledore's speech this year was nothing new, and it was the same as in previous years: new students were not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest without permission, Filch added to his list of contraband, Hogsmeade's application list, and other clichés.

"This year I regret to announce that this year's Quidditch tournament has been cancelled. "

Even Dumbledore, even the Headmaster of Hogwarts, would cause an uproar when he said such a thing. The students slapped the table excitedly.

"That's because...... A big event will start in October. Dumbledore pressed his hands down and motioned for the students to be quiet, "This event will continue throughout the school year and will take up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it." I'm very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

"Bang!"

The door to the auditorium was violently slammed open. Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning flashed, allowing all the students to see his terrifying face.