Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard

Chapter 34 Bold and Elegant Jerry

"Damn it, at this point, we can only take it one step at a time!"

These analyses are all deduced by Jerry himself based on the results, and he cannot be sure whether they are actually true.

After all, in theory, the Sorting Hat should sort the children into houses according to the young wizards' deepest desires, and he clearly wanted to go to Gryffindor.

Could it be that deep down he actually wanted to go to Slytherin?

Forget it, there's no need to dwell on this now. Since I've already been sorted into Slytherin, I can only study magic diligently at Hogwarts as a Slytherin.

She looked up at Professor McGonagall, who was on the podium and with whom she had previously gotten along well.

Looking again at Professor Snape at the long table of teachers, who looked as gloomy, stern, cold, and mean as a giant bat, Jerry couldn't help but sigh again.

Plans really do never keep up with changes!

All the Gryffindor strategies I devised before are now completely useless. I have to rack my brains again and devise a new Slytherin route.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he realized that becoming a Slytherin wasn't entirely a bad thing.

At least Snape, while harsh and cruel to wizards from other houses (especially Gryffindor), was very friendly to the young wizards of his own house.

Moreover, Snape is proficient in all kinds of dark magic. If you can get along well with him, you might have the opportunity to learn a lot of more powerful dark magic.

"Harry Potter and Gryffindor!"

Just then, the famous and much-anticipated Harry, after communicating with the Sorting Hat, was destined to be sorted into Gryffindor, thus officially concluding the Sorting Ceremony.

"Draco, I never expected you'd be grouped with Slytherin too! What a coincidence!"

Coming to his senses, Jerry looked at the Malfoy trio sitting far away from him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately went over and squeezed in between them, then warmly put his arms around their shoulders.

"For those who are destined to meet..."

(Of course I'm a Slytherin! How could you possibly be a Slytherin?!)

Malfoy froze, his face twitching as he forced a smile.

When he saw Jerry being assigned to Slytherin, he almost swore on the spot.

He couldn't understand why someone as rude and uncouth as Jerry could be assigned to the noble and elegant Slytherin class.

However, given the opponent's fighting skills on the train, where he single-handedly defeated three of them, he suppressed his anger after the sorting ceremony and sat with Goyle and Crabbe away from Jerry.

A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. Fighting with one's body is not the behavior of an elegant Slytherin wizard. Once he has mastered magic, he will make his opponent know what the price is for angering a noble Malfoy.

"Draco, you two seem to get along really well!"

At this moment, the short-haired little witch sitting opposite Malfoy looked at Jerry, Malfoy, and the others who were hugging each other and showed a surprised expression.

"That's right, I met Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe on the train, and we became good friends then, don't you think?"

Jerry squinted and tightened his grip on Malfoy and Goyle's arms slightly.

Seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories, the three of them shuddered simultaneously, then nodded reluctantly.

"Hello, my name is Jerry Carmen!"

"Pansy Parkinson's!"

Jerry removed his right hand from Goyle's shoulder and extended it toward Pansy.

Pansy paused for a moment, but still reached out and shook hands lightly with Jerry.

Given Malfoy's arrogance, the friends he's willing to befriend must all be outstanding pure-blood wizards. However, Jerry Carmen—I've never heard of that name before.

"The banquet begins!"

At that moment, Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the teachers' table, slowly rose and announced loudly.

As Dumbledore's voice faded, Jerry found that the previously empty golden platters in front of him had suddenly been filled with various steaming, fragrant delicacies:

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks...

The silver goblets are also filled with different types of beverages such as juice and milk.

"It seems I'll have to spend some time learning cooking magic in the future!"

Upon seeing these suddenly appearing delicacies, Jerry's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to incorporate cooking magic into his magic learning plan.

Having learned cooking magic, he will be able to greatly reduce the time he spends cooking every day once he returns to the main world.

Oh, and we can't forget about those magic spells that can help with housework!

While planning the various spells he would learn in the future, Jerry's body didn't stop moving. Like other hungry little wizards, his stomach had already started growling.

He didn't know if it was because he was too hungry, or because the house-elf's cooking magic was really good, but he felt that the food on the table tasted especially delicious today.

"Pansy, long time no see, you've cut your hair short."

While Jerry was eating, Malfoy pretended to talk to Pansy and quietly moved to a different spot.

"Draco, you actually noticed? Isn't it beautiful?"

Pansy blushed slightly.

"It looks pretty good!"

Jerry glanced over and saw Malfoy leave his side, smiled to himself, and did not stop him.

He had achieved the effect he wanted, so whether or not Malfoy sat next to him was no longer important.

"ah…!"

Just as Jerry was finishing half of a steak, he suddenly heard the screams of the little wizards.

Looking up, he saw that several of Malfoy's classmates were staring at him with terrified expressions.

He turned his head in confusion and saw a emaciated ghost with empty eyes and a terrifying appearance, wearing a robe stained with silver blood, sitting down next to him.

"Hello, I'm Jerry Carmen, a freshman in Slytherin!"

Jerry smiled, gracefully put down his knife and fork, and nodded slightly to the ghost beside him in greeting.

The ghost turned his head and glanced at Jerry with some surprise. It was the first time he had encountered a freshman who wasn't afraid of him. A hint of appreciation appeared on his somewhat terrifying face.

"Barrow, or you can call me Bloodborne Barrow like the other ghosts. I am a ghost of Slytherin, and welcome to Slytherin!"

"Thanks!"

After a brief chat, Jerry continued to leisurely eat his steak.

As an adult, especially one who has experienced life and death and whose subordinates have taken lives, he wouldn't be scared by a ghost.

Seeing that Jerry wasn't afraid at all and chatted with the terrifying ghost so elegantly and calmly, most of the first-year Slytherin students, including some second-year students, showed expressions of admiration.

(End of this chapter)