I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

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No one knew what Angor and Vold were thinking. Hagrid told them to wait there for a while, and during that time, people continued to whisper among themselves.

Draco was whispering to Angor about the good things about Slytherin, how many great wizards Slytherin had produced, and the glory that had been written into history.

Angel didn't want to hear it and shut him down with one sentence:

Do you know who my biological parents are? Most Slytherins are pure-blooded, do you know that I am too?

Ron was very nervous, but after hearing what Angel said, he couldn't help but laugh.

At that moment, the oak door opened.

Then, a tall, black-haired witch wearing a bright green robe appeared at the door.

Her expression was extremely serious as she looked at the first-year students with her lips pursed.

Angel didn't need to recall this part of the story to remember who she was.

“All the first-year students are here, Professor McGonagall,” Hagrid said, raising his oil lamp higher.

Professor McGonagall nodded to him: "Thank you, Hagrid. Leave this to me."

With a scraping sound of wood, Professor McGonagall opened the oak door wide.

Behind the door was a large space. Angell had lived in Malfoy Manor for a long time, so he didn't feel anything special. However, when he saw those familiar decorations, he still felt a little emotional.

Whether it's the torches burning fiercely around the stone walls, the ceiling that seems to have no top, or the clean, gleaming marble staircase in front...

They're all too familiar.

For the first time, Angel realized with such clarity how much he loved this place.

Whether it's Voldemort, Xu Congwei, or the current Angel.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students along the stone-paved floor, and a commotion arose from the Great Hall on the right.

It was the sound of hundreds of people talking, intertwined to form a dizzying and indistinguishable buzzing sound.

Following Professor McGonagall to the door of an empty room on the other side of the hall, Angel frowned slightly upon entering – the room was very small, and it was really a bit cramped to fit dozens of people.

But apart from him, no one else seemed to notice the problem.

The upcoming Sorting Ceremony is truly worrying.

Even Draco was starting to get nervous.

He was confident that he would be able to get into Slytherin, after all, his whole family was Slytherin, and the Malfoys were one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families.

But what if?

And then there's Angle... Slytherin would be best, but Ravenclaw isn't entirely unacceptable either.

Thinking of this, Draco's eyes lit up.

Yes, Ravenclaw. Angle's personality and love of reading are very much in line with Ravenclaw's characteristics!

His mind was filled with a jumble of chaotic thoughts, which kept clashing within him, and just then, Professor McGonagall spoke—

"Welcome to Hogwarts. The opening banquet is about to begin... But before you enter the Great Hall, we need to determine which house you will be attending."

"The Sorting Ceremony is very important because for the next seven years, during your time at the college, it will be like another home for you..."

This content looks so familiar.

"Oh right, I seem to remember that McGonagall was one of our classmates when we were in Hogwarts."

"Hmm...she's a little younger than us, and all I remember is that she had very good grades."

"Fifty years...time flies!"

"What are your thoughts on seeing your former classmates transformed into this?"

"...Why hasn't Dumbledore died of old age yet?"

"What a worthwhile question to study..."

Well, actually, quite a few wizards live to be two hundred years old.

Just as they finished speaking, Professor McGonagall also finished her speech.

She looked sternly at everyone in the room, her gaze lingering especially on the less formal areas.

For example, Harry's messy hair (he tried to smooth it out), the dust on Ron's nose (he reached out and wiped it, but didn't get it off), and Neville's still red eyes and crooked tie (he didn't realize what was wrong with him).

With Professor McGonagall's departure, her order to keep quiet suddenly lost its effect.

Angor heard Harry asking in a low voice how the Sorting Ceremony would be conducted.

Ron gave his explanation of the test, and Draco sneered from the side.

Angor found it very interesting that this time, Harry didn't actually have any conflict with Draco; instead, it was Ron who clashed with Draco.

When Angell thought about why they were at odds, and realized that it was largely because of him, he couldn't help but laugh.

He absolutely loved that feigned weakness and helplessness.

It feels so good to lie!

This time, however, Ron and Draco didn't start arguing because the atmosphere in the room was just too oppressive.

Everyone was tense, and almost no one spoke except for Hermione's soft recitation.

Just then, several screams suddenly rang out from the back of the crowd.

Then it was the people around them, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

The ghosts of Hogwarts have appeared.

A series of pearl-white figures flew swiftly through the air, occasionally conversing in hushed tones, almost unnoticed by the first-year students below.

Aside from Hogwarts, there are almost no ghosts anywhere else, so even Draco had never seen such a scene.

He stared in surprise at the figures, strained his ears to listen to their conversation, and after thinking he had pieced together a rough outline of the story, he excitedly reached out to grab Angel's arm.

But he seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening around him, and was busy fiddling with his wand.

“Angol, look up, these are all ghosts!” he said in a low voice.

Angell glanced at him, but remained unmoved.

"Yes, it's a magical aggregate that can be formed after a person dies, through certain special energy and a strong will."

Draco was momentarily speechless upon hearing this.

But he felt a little more at ease.

Judging from Angell's current reaction, he is indeed very likely to join Ravenclaw!

Although Ravenclaw is not his first choice, as long as it's not Gryffindor or Hufflepuff in the future, that's enough for him!

As the ghosts departed, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out from another door, beckoning all the first-year students to line up and follow her into the Great Hall.

The college admission ceremony has begun!

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