[HP] Should the escaped wizard from Azkaban enter Hogwarts?

After my wife entered Slytherin, many people were sorted into houses, including the one who was sorted into Gryffindor just like in the original book.

After he took off the sorting hat, he smiled and waved to a part of the team. I looked in the direction and saw only a head of conspicuous red hair.

Ron Weasley? It was obvious that Pote and Ron were not sitting together in the carriage, but did they still get to know each other because of the force majeure of the plot? The plot...is it possible to change?

I couldn't think too much, but I heard Professor McGonagall call my name:

"Clothier Don!"

The entire auditorium was silent for a moment, and what followed was no less noisy than when the name of the Savior was read.

"Why would someone use the Unforgivable Curse as their name?"

"Are his family Death Eaters?"

"Could he be a subordinate of the mysterious man?"

"What does it mean to dig out the bones?"

……

To be honest, I hate this feeling of being the center of everyone's attention, especially...

I turned to look at the Gryffindor table. A little fat man stared at me closely with very complicated eyes.

Neville Longbottom

I looked away without any trace. Yes, what happened to his parents is indeed very pitiful, but it wasn't me. It was just a name, so there is no need to care about it at all.

And the Cruciatus Curse works really well.

I sat on the high stool, and the wide brim of the Sorting Hat blocked my sight, allowing me to temporarily not care about other people's eyes focused on me.

"Hmm... Calm and not lacking in wisdom, reason always prevails over emotion. Ravenclaw should welcome a student like you." The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded, "But... this kind of mentality... ah, as expected. "

It was silent for a moment, then shouted: "Slytherin!"

Um? If I remember correctly, when I tested it on the official website, the proportion of Ravenclaw was 48%, right? Why did I enter Slytherin?

The doubt is about Cambridge tonight.

Well, it’s not a big problem. Besides, wouldn’t it be better to be in the same college as my wife? We can do everything together in class.

I took off the sorting hat and looked at the teacher's chair: Dumbledore was still smiling and kind, but he was a man wearing an exaggerated purple scarf - his name was Quirrell. He glanced in front of my wife and me. Come and sweep.

Is it because of the name Crucio and the last name Riddle? Putting aside my name, there is no way that my wife could just pick a last name and be corrected by the world to become Voldemort's daughter, right?

If this were true...

I can’t imagine my wife growing up with a bald head and no nose. How can I fix it?

My wife looked at me speechlessly and said, "Hey, I always think you are thinking of something very rude."

I sat next to her and rubbed her neck hard twice: "Bao, please take good care of your hair from now on."

“I won’t leave with you again :)”

"I was wrong." He replied instantly.

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At the sorting ceremony, Principal Deng finished his speech and the prefect took us back to the dormitory. I leaned on my wife and was almost dragged out of the lounge by my wife.

The prefect stopped and said, "You can't enter the common room without a password. The password changes every two weeks, and the new password will be written on the notice board in the common room." He paused and glanced at me and me unintentionally. My wife glanced at me: "This week's password is 'pure blood'."

The sneers came one after another.

In fact, I had foreseen this scene when I was first sorted into Slytherin. After all, two people with unknown origins would definitely become the object of contempt or even ridicule if they entered a pure-blood academy. But it doesn’t matter, my wife and I are not people who will be affected by other people’s comments, as long as they don’t interfere with our daily lives...

"Hey! What right do two despicable mudbloods have to enter the lounge!" Several boys blocked the path of my wife and me. "You should stay in the corridor like real mudbloods, hahahaha!"

Ah, I was hindered.

I've obviously given you a chance.