Hogwarts: My plants are 100 million points evil

Chapter 75 Leonard’s Sorting Ceremony

”Can anyone tell me what exactly happened?”

Professor McGonagall’s serious eyes swept over the students. Leonard, the culprit, was silent.

How should we say this? That he accidentally exposed a little bit of his breath and scared Draco Malfoy to tears?

As a scavenger in his previous life, Leonard’s hands were stained with a lot of blood, and there was really murderous intent on his body. Although Leonard had only killed one person in this life, and it was by biting someone’s hand, he knew the murderous intent. What is the look in his eyes?

I was a little annoyed just now because I was in a bad mood, and there was a guy making noises in front of me and making rude remarks. Of course Leonard would not give him a good look. It’s just that···It seems a bit strange to say that a look made someone cry……

”professor.”

At this moment Harry raised his hand

”It was this classmate Malfoy who suddenly stopped us and said a bunch of strange things. He also insulted the classmate next to me, calling him a Mudblood.”

Harry was also full of bad ideas. Although he didn’t understand what a mudblood was and had no reaction to the word, he saw the reaction of some people when Draco Malfoy said the word.

That kind of reaction Surprised and unbelievable. You can tell at a glance that it is not a good word. There will be no problem in reporting this matter to the professor.

”What did you say?”

Professor McGonagall’s face changed color,

”Are you sure he said that word?”

”Yes professor.”

Harry glanced at the students around him.

”I think other people should be able to testify”

”Yes professor!”

Hermione in the crowd raised her hands

”I heard”

”I···Me too! Neville hesitated for a long time, and then raised his hand at the encouragement of Hermione.

”Then I roughly understand······”

Professor McGonagall nodded and was thinking that she understood the cause and effect, but suddenly she got stuck. No, this student who was crying called others a mudblood, why was he crying?

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, her eyes lingered on the scar on his forehead and asked seriously.

”Aren’t you hiding anything?”

”No.”

Harry said calmly

”Then why was he the one crying?”

McGonagall asked, pointing to the sobbing Malfoy.

”Maybe he was scared to tears?”

Harry was a little unsure.

”Leonard just looked at him and told him to shut up”

”that’s all?”

Professor McGonagall expressed doubts

”That’s how the professor is, maybe he······”

Leonard said and looked at the sobbing Malfoy.

”Too squeamish.”

Too squeamish···Bar?

These words were like an arrow piercing Draco Malfoy’s heart.

He had a hunch that his plan to use his family’s advantage to show off when school started was dashed. And for a long time afterwards, I felt like crying”

”Labels such as”squeamish” will be hung on one’s body

”If this is the case······Forget it.”

Professor McGonagall held up her forehead.

”This will not happen next time, students must live in harmony with each other.”

She turned around and walked up the steps

”Come on, the sorting ceremony is about to begin.”

The students followed Professor McGonagall towards the auditorium. Draco Malfoy, who was standing still, seemed to be petrified. The students passing by him were whispering to each other, and the whispers came into his ears.

”He said he was a Malfoy”

”What a shame”

”I was actually scared to tears, so cute, hah

aha.”

Tax – every sentence is like a precise last knife, stabbing Malfoy in the chest, almost making him cry again.

”virtue···Draco? Shall we go in?”

Follow No. 1 Goyle asked cautiously.

Follower No. 2 Crabbe glanced at the auditorium.

”It’s nothing to cry, but I’m a little hungry.”

Malfoy, whose eyes were full of shame and anger, looked at his stupid follower and gritted his teeth and growled.

”Walk!”

Useless trash, you didn’t even know how to help him just now, why does he have such a stupid follower?…..In the auditorium, four long tables were arranged neatly. Students wearing uniforms from different colleges sat together, looking expectantly at the freshmen who were looking around with confusion and curiosity.

White candles floated in the air, illuminating the huge auditorium.

Leonard raised his head, looked at the ceiling dotted with stars and the candles that didn’t drip any wax no matter how they burned, and marveled at the magic of magic again. Looking down, Leonard noticed the professors sitting on the professor’s chair.

Sitting in the middle is the greatest wizard, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

At this time, his eyes fell on Harry in the crowd, his blue eyes flashing with unknown light, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

Also worth noting is Quirinascillo.

At this time, Quirrell’s head had been wrapped with a thick turban, and it seemed that he was possessed by Voldemort. Suddenly, Leonard noticed that Quirrell turned his head strangely and faced the student with the back of his head.

””Hiss~”

Harry on the side suddenly covered his forehead. Leonard looked over and quickly turned his head back.

What kind of stupid operation, Voldemort possessed others and possessed his own IQ?

You must take a look at this time He showed your ability, right? Did Dumbledore notice your existence? No wonder the Wizarding War failed. Who the hell do you blame for being careless?

Leonard noticed that Dumbledore’s expression changed, and his eyes scanned the surroundings. Passed, but found nothing. Obviously, Deng 280 Bledore knew that Voldemort was at the scene, but he did not know where he was.

So why not suspect the suspicious Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Anyway, something happens every year, and you will not die if you doubt. Leonard rolled his eyes, feeling that both the black and white parties were not very clear-headed.

If it were Leonard, the eight Harry Potter films would be finished in two episodes for you. Sorting into different schools amid Leonard’s complaints The ceremony began.

Professor McGonagall began to take the roll call and asked the students to put on the sorting hat one by one to identify which house they would spend the next seven years in.

Leonard looked at the old pointed hat in front of the professor’s chair. Hat, he curled his lips without any sense of expectation. For him, it was already obvious which college he would go to.

”Leonard William.”

Professor McGonagall called out Leonard’s name.

As a child with a surname starting with w, Leonard is already considered one of the last students of several houses.

He looked at Malfoy, who had been sorted into Slytherin House, with gritted teeth. Sitting on the high chair, he frowned as he watched Mag put the talking hat on his head.

”An impolite brat.”

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched Leonard’s head, the wrinkles on the tip of the hat gathered into a face of surprise.

”Do you think I’m dirty?”