Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

The process of sorting the little wizard is not complicated, and the name "Tom Gaunt" comes first. After Elton was sorted to Slytherin, Tom was called soon.

"Tom Gaunt." Professor Dumbledore looked at this familiar name and remembered that some things in his hands should be returned to their original owners.

"It's 'Gaunt'!"

"'Gunter' hasn't been seen in years!"

"I thought the Gaunts were extinct."

"No guessing, I bet 'Gaunt' is Slytherin!"

"Is there even a need to say that! Those are the descendants of Slytherin!"

"Damn Slytherin is about to usher in fresh blood again!"

"We will never admit defeat! Whether it's Christmas events, maze rankings or the Academy Cup!"

Tom ambled up, completely ignoring the murmurs of the name "Gaunt."

As soon as he sat down on the stool, his eyes were not darkened like other little wizards, when the almost deafening shout of the Sorting Hat resounded throughout the auditorium: "Slytherin—"

"Undoubtedly." The Sorting Hat murmured again, "It should be so."

"A born Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat was not loud, but loud enough to be heard clearly by everyone in the Great Hall who had been silenced by its high-pitched tone.

The Sorting Hat's deserving attitude caused a silent but restless expectation to surge on the long Slytherin table.

Blood of Salazar Slytherin.

A born Slytherin who received the rating of the Sorting Hat.

'Can... lead Slytherin to glory? '

The little snakes all began to judge Tom carefully with critical eyes.

As for why the little snakes would acquiesce in Tom's possible future leadership in Slytherin?

No one would believe that Gaunt, who bears the title of descendant of Slytherin, would not have such ambitions and desires.

’ So—how would he gain a say in Slytherin, seize power, establish himself? '

as well as……

'Is he capable enough? '

'Strength enough to match one's own ambition? '

Tom's expression didn't change much in the face of the subtle or obvious temptations from the Slytherin table.

He just stood up from the stool gracefully—because of his superior height, for other little wizards, he needed to jump off the stool, but for Tom, he only needed to stand up—and nodded towards Abu and the others slightly. gestured, and then walked firmly towards the long Slytherin table with steps of almost the same size.

Of course, when Tom stood up, no matter what was in his mind, the little snakes held out their hands in a reserved and graceful way and clapped in welcome.

Snake Snake: Although we are still in the stage of investigating this Gaunt, a descendant of Slytherin, he is now ours, and we have to give him all the attention he deserves!Definitely a joke - especially the stupid lion!

Tom walked into the Slytherin table amid the welcome applause, and sat down opposite Elton, who was already seated.

……

"Enos Rosier."

"Slytherin."

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"Radolphus Lestrange."

"Slytherin."

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"Abraxas Malfoy."

"Slytherin."

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"Akria Nott."

"Slytherin."

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"Adeline Selwyn."

"Slytherin."

The surnames of several well-known pure-blood 28 families in the wizarding world appeared, and then they were all sorted into Slytherin.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the long Slytherin table became visibly warmer and warmer, especially the young man sitting at the top, with a formulaic alienated smile on his face, who actually felt genuinely happy at this moment.

'The more freshmen there are of outstanding backgrounds, the stronger Slytherin will be. 'The boy was a little relieved.

During his time as the head of the Boys' Student Council, leading all the little wizards in Slytherin, the stronger and more influential Slytherin was, the better it was for him.

'But . . . Gaunt is all right. ' The boy was one of the rare few who followed Tom Gaunt to witness Tom's influence among his peers.

When the little wizards stepped into the auditorium, he saw the iconic platinum long hair of the Malfoy family early on, and Malfoy's small group was also very famous among traditional Slytherin families like them, after all, that could It can be regarded as the top coterie among their age group, or even among all the underage wizards.

In the various social occasions he attended before, everyone recognized each other. He knew all the faces in their small group, except for one...

Tom Gunter.

There was only one little wizard who was accepted by them halfway.

But Tom Gaunt basically didn't attend any social occasions. Although the teenager was curious about him, he didn't have the opportunity to get in touch with him.

Although it was the first time I saw him today, it was obvious that he was the leader of the small group——

All eyes were on him as much as possible (except for Rosier, whose eyes were glued to Nott).

After Gunter's classification results came out, Avery, who had already sat down, seemed a little cramped, as if he would adjust his seat according to the position Gunter chose at any time.

After the rest of them were assigned to Slytherin one after another, they all subconsciously sat away with him as the center—Malfoy and Lestrange sat on his left and right, Nott and Avery sat opposite, Rozier and Cy Erwin was next to Nott and Lestrange respectively.

After the small group sat down, almost all of them took the initiative to talk to Gunter.

The boy's eyes fell on Tom with interest, and Tom, who was keen, instantly realized that he was being observed.

Tom raised his head and looked towards the source of the line of sight - the seat at the top of the long table representing the absolute leadership in Slytherin.

The handsome young man met Tom's gaze, and the corner of his mouth curled into a gentle arc.

The boy's palm is facing upwards, and the index finger and ring finger are holding the slender foot of the golden wine glass.

He slowly raised his glass, leaned back slightly, and raised his glass in Tom's direction.

He looked directly into Tom's eyes and moved his lips slightly.

"Welcome to... Slytherin."

Through the long wooden dining table, Tom saw the shape of his lips and seemed to hear his voice.

Tom was not stage frightened, and seemingly casually raised the golden wine glass filled with clear water, and raised his glass in the direction of the boy in response.

Across the brilliant lights and the intertwined crowd, their eyes collided and tested each other.

One wanted to know if Gaunt had ambition and confidence; the other was frank and undisguised.

' Ambitious Gaunt. '

After getting the information he wanted, the young man raised his eyebrows flirtatiously and chicly, took a sip of the liquid in the wine glass, and then turned his head to talk to the classmates around him.