All the heavens began with Huo Yi

Stopped by Sull, Malfoy reluctantly sat down next to Sull, looking at him with a weak, helpless, and pitiful expression.

Suer chuckled at the boy's gaze and ruffled his hair.

Perhaps it was because Sue was being a little too gentle at this moment that Draco's tense mood was greatly relieved, and he also reflected on whether he had really been too rude on the train.

Mono... Nott... Parkinson, the Petit twins from the third brother's house, followed by Sari Ampokos.

Perhaps it was intentional, but Harry was the last freshman to be sorted into a house.

When Professor McGonagall called out Harry Potter's name, all the students turned to look at him. Even the professors and Headmaster Dumbledore, who were sitting on the stage, straightened their backs slightly, curiously watching to see which house Harry would be sorted into.

"Potter? Is it that Potter?"

"Is it Harry Potter who defeated that mysterious man?"

Whispers arose from the audience as they discussed the "savior" about to be sorted into houses—Harry Potter!

A savior as old as them.

“Hmm… You have courage and a competitive spirit, so perhaps Gryffindor is a good fit. But you’re also smart enough to prove yourself and have ambition, so Slytherin would be a good choice too.” The Sorting Hat said, glancing at Sue again. After giving no further instructions, the Sorting Hat continued, “You can choose one yourself.”

"Gryffindor, I want to go to Gryffindor."

Although Sue's words lessened Harry's hostility towards Slytherin considerably, all the friends he met today were in Gryffindor, so where else could he go?

"Alright, then—Gryffindor!"

When Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, the Gryffindor table erupted in loud applause, and some people even shouted, "We have Potter!"

Even Dumbledore applauded enthusiastically at Harry's sorting results. He was delighted that Harry had been chosen for Gryffindor, after all, he was a student from Gryffindor himself.

"Alright, now that the Sorting Ceremony is over, let's begin our meal! But before we eat, I must say one more thing—idiots! Crybabies! Scratches! Squeaks! Thank you, everyone." Dumbledore finished speaking and waved his hand, and plates of food appeared on the long table.

Young wizards might find this scene quite magical and marvel at Dumbledore's immense power.

But Sue could see it clearly: it wasn't Dumbledore's magic, but rather a group of house-elves quickly placing the food on the table and then Apparating away.

Sue spotted the new dessert immediately, took a bite, and thought to herself, "Wow, this dessert has improved. But why does the main course seem even more monotonous than before? Purely English style?"

While they were eating, someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that a group of ghosts had run out.

At that moment, a ghost with vacant eyes, a withered appearance, and robes stained with silver blood floated down and sat down next to Draco.

Draco shrank back and tugged at Sul's sleeve. "Um... senior, could I... switch seats with you?"

Sull looked up and saw that it was the Blood Man Barrow sitting next to Draco.

The blood-soaked man, Barrow, who had been dazed and lifeless, didn't react when Sul raised his head until he saw Sul's face clearly.

"!!"

Barrow jumped up in shock, pointing at Suer, "You, me! You?"

Without finishing his sentence, Barrow drifted far away and sat down next to the other Slytherin students.

Sur was speechless at Barrow's reaction. He really didn't understand why Barrow was so surprised to see him, even though they had a good relationship.

“Alright, he’s gone, let’s eat,” Sue said to Draco with a smile.

"Thank you," Draco replied to Sul in thanks, before going to get his own food.

Barrow's actions didn't attract much attention, but one person did turn their gaze toward Suer.

Snape stared at Sue with eyes as sharp as a viper. After searching his mind for a moment and finding no other student with Sue's appearance, he quietly pulled out his wand from under the table.

However, fearing that he might cause unnecessary harm, Snape thought it over and decided not to take action. Instead, he got up and went to Dumbledore's side.

"Professor Dumbledore, there's an extra student in Slytherin House. I don't think he's a Hogwarts student."

As Snape spoke, he pointed directly at Sue's location. Dumbledore looked in the direction Snape pointed, and after seeing Sue's face clearly, the fork in his hand involuntarily fell onto the table.

Seeing Dumbledore's flustered state, Snape's eyes darted around a few times. "Who is he? Does Professor Dumbledore know him?"

"Oh... Snape, go eat first, I'll handle this." Dumbledore said, his two fingers trembling as he picked up the fork.

"...I hope you can give me a good answer. I will not put my students in danger." Snape said, looking at Dumbledore with a wide gaze, hoping to glean some information from the headmaster.

After everyone finished eating, and even the desserts were taken away by the elves, Dumbledore stood up again: "Everyone should be full now, so I'll repeat it again: do not go to the Forbidden Forest or the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor. The prefects will now lead you freshmen to your respective dormitories."

The crowd moved about busily. The older students went back to their dormitories on their own, while some took advantage of the early hour to play with brooms or toys in the Joko's joke shop for a while longer.

Sue stood up as well. So many years had passed, and he figured there probably wouldn't be a room for him in the Slytherin dormitories anymore.

So Sue broke away from the main group and headed in the opposite direction, intending to visit the House of Requirement.

"Where do you want to go?"

Sue frowned as she looked at Snape, who was blocking her way, and asked, "Why do you like to draw out your words so much?"

"Answer me, young man," Snape pressed on, his expression cold and serious, his aura like a venomous snake ready to bite. Any other student would have been too nervous to speak coherently.

“Alright, wait a moment, Professor Snape, let me speak.” Dumbledore came to Sue and reached out to pull Snape away.

“Dumbledore?” Professor McGonagall was also drawn in at this moment. “What’s going on? Oh, this… I don’t remember seeing you before…”

"Alright, McGonagall, be quiet," Dumbledore commanded in a low voice, his expression already somewhat serious. He glanced at Snape, warning him not to say anything more.

Snape looked at Dumbledore before him and seemed to see the headmaster from over a decade ago when he fought against Voldemort. He was spirited, dignified, and awe-inspiring.