Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 13 How dare you, a small wizard, set your sights on the inheritance?

"This is very important. It represents how you will spend your time at school in the future. You will meet different good friends in different colleges."

"The schools are divided into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. After you are sorted into your school by the Sorting Hat, you must remember one thing..."

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes swept over every little wizard present.

"You will symbolize the honor of your house. Your words and actions will determine whether your house will win the house cup at the end of the school year."

At this point, Professor McGonagall's eyes met Dylan's.

Dylan immediately smiled a harmless and innocent smile.

A faint smile appeared in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but it disappeared immediately.

"The sorting ceremony will begin shortly, and it will be held in front of the entire school, so you can get yourselves together now."

Professor McGonagall turned and left.

Not long after she left, a group of little wizards started chattering.

A scream came from the crowd: "Ah! There's a ghost!"

The crowd fell silent.

Dylan looked up and saw a dozen ghosts coming out of the wall.

The ghosts were curious about these new students.

A few of them even floated down and chatted non-stop with the little wizards sitting closest to the edge.

But the freshmen who were spoken to by them were trembling all over.

"I wonder if the reappearance of the corpse will have any scare effect on these ghosts?"

Just as he was thinking this.

Suddenly, a ghost floated down from the air and landed right next to him.

"Oh~ I sense a strange aura!"

The ghost came close to Dylan's face, and after looking into Dylan's eyes, it widened its eyes as if frightened, and let out a loud scream before flying away immediately.

The ghosts around were also stunned. After glancing at Dylan, they quickly chased after the ghost.

Neville was standing next to Dylan and was startled by the ghost's scream.

He held his toad tightly in one hand.

Dylan took a quick look and saw that Leif was rolling his eyes and kicking his legs wildly.

"...Neville, the ghost is gone."

"Gone? No, I don't dare to look."

Neville still squinted his eyes, not daring to open them.

Dylan shook his head.

Just then, Professor McGonagall returned.

"Alright, little wizards, the ceremony is about to begin. Everyone line up in a single file and follow me."

It was not until Professor McGonagall's authoritative voice sounded that Neville narrowed his eyes cautiously.

But Dylan was already ahead of the curve.

He also hurriedly walked into the team.

Led by Professor McGonagall, the first-year students walked into the auditorium.

All the teachers and students who were already in place cast various looks at them.

Dylan paid no attention to these people, but tilted his head slightly.

He couldn't wait to look up at the ceiling.

"It really is a sea of ​​stars... Magic is really interesting."

The stars on the ceiling were slowly moving, not at all like the fake projection products of modern technology, but rather like a real sky.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up and explained the prohibitions of Hogwarts to the freshmen.

For example, no student is allowed to enter the Black Forest or other forbidden areas in the academy.

When Dumbledore finished speaking.

Professor McGonagall flipped the parchment in her hand.

"Students whose names are called please come forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and determine which house you will go to."

The first person to be called was Hermione. Dylan looked over immediately, his eyes lighting up slightly.

I have to say, Hermione is really beautiful.

However, he didn't feel anything.

He had only three purposes for coming to school.

First, understand magic.

Second, learn magic.

Third, make a killing using magic!
Everything else will have to wait!

Even if Voldemort runs out, he will have to use the Imperius Curse to knock him away!

Otherwise, if he allows Voldemort to destroy the market environment, how can he make money?

The Death Eaters also had to follow Voldemort to do some useless things.

"I'm planning to recruit some Death Eaters to work for me later."

Dylan was thinking.

Professor McGonagall suddenly called his name.

"Dylan Hawkwood!"

Coming back to his senses, Dylan stepped forward.

He sat down in the chair and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Oh! My God, you are such a clever little wizard? You seem to know a lot of spells!"

"Let me see, are you going to Ravenclaw?"

The voice of the Sorting Hat echoed in Dylan's mind.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and responded in his mind, "If I go to Gryffindor, could you lend me the Sword of Gryffindor that's stuck in your body? I've been studying how to use magic to control weapons lately."

"What?" the Sorting Hat exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh! Why are you studying this kind of advanced magic now?"

"No, I mean, how did you know about this sword? This is not something a little wizard like you should know!"

"Maybe it's because I tried to learn Legilimency."

"Oh my God... forgive me for exclaiming again. This is the first time I've seen such a strange little wizard like you. Are you from a pure-blood wizard family?"

"No, no, no, you seem to be just an ordinary little Muggle wizard."

"I'm sorry, little wizard, no matter where you got the Sword of Gryffindor from, I can't give it to you unless there's a Gryffindor who can pull it out of my body."

"But I hate it because it makes me feel like I'm being coerced – you know that feeling of having a stick stuck in your throat?"

"I don't know." Dylan curled his lips, "But I know you're a bit long-winded."

"Oh my god, you know what? You have such a Slytherin mouth! Do you want to go to Slytherin?"

The Sorting Hat yelled.

"You have mastered a lot of magical knowledge. The elite education there may be suitable for you."

“I hate elitist education.”

"Oh, Ravenclaw, then?" the Sorting Hat added.

"Of course, I can also sense a tremendous amount of courage in your heart. You must have a very lofty ideal. Perhaps you can become a Gryffindor?"

"Do the four major colleges all have their own heritage?"

"You know it again!"

"In that case, I would like to go to Ravenclaw."

Ravenclaw's heritage should bring him more magical knowledge.

"Okay, then..."

The Sorting Hat suddenly raised its voice and shouted—

"Gryffindor!"

what?
"How can you decide my house so casually?"

"Oh my god, a first-year wizard dares to covet the inheritance of the four colleges. You are too bold. You can only go to Gryffindor!"

(End of this chapter)