Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

On the left were long tables representing the four colleges, filled with students on both sides, with only the front section having empty seats. All the students looked at the new students with expectant eyes.

To the right was a high platform and behind it, a long table for professors. Jimmy saw Dumbledore, the renowned greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, smiling as he watched the new students walk into the Great Hall.

He wore a magnificent purple robe, his fingers were adorned with jeweled rings, a pair of half-moon glasses sat on his crooked nose, his long white hair and beard blended together, and the wizard's hood collapsed at the back of his head, making him look no different from an ordinary old man.

Dumbledore's gaze suddenly fell on Jimmy, as if he had noticed that Jimmy was looking at him.

Jimmy's anus tightened, and he gave Dumbledore an innocent smile. Dumbledore smiled and nodded slightly before looking away.

Professor McGonagall had the young wizards stand in front of her. She placed a four-cornered stool in front of them, then turned around and took a tattered wizard's hat, gently placing it on top of the stool.

The hat split open like a mouth under the astonished gaze of the young wizards, and sang loudly.

You might not think I'm pretty.

But never judge a book by its cover.

For example...eating...

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

After the song ended, Jimmy was poked a few times in the waist by Malfoy, who was standing next to him. Malfoy gave Jimmy an approving look, and the accurate information made him trust Jimmy to the maximum.

The feeling of this secret deal between adults made the arrogant boy on his first day of school tremble with excitement. He had already begun to fantasize about using his intelligence to rule over the four houses of Hogwarts in his first year.

If Jimmy knew about Malfoy's current mental climax, he would be so embarrassed he'd scratch his toes, and he'd have to admire Malfoy's ambition.

"When I call someone's name, that person should put on their hat, sit on the stool, and wait to be sorted." Professor McGonagall had already spread out the parchment list.

coming soon!

Jimmy became inexplicably excited, though he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he was about to begin his studies at Hogwarts?

He hoped to be assigned to Hufflepuff because the people there were the least noticeable, making it easy to gather intelligence or go to the kitchen for extra food.

Professor McGonagall called out, "Hannah Abbott."

A little girl with rosy cheeks and two golden braids stumbled out of the line. She put on a hat, the large, dirty hat covering her eyes.

The little girl with her eyes covered exuded a peculiar aura, and the four-cornered stool seemed to transform into a throne, calming Jimmy's heart as well.

The hat shouted loudly, "Hufflepuff!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Hufflepuff table, and the school's ghostly fat monk waved to the little girl who had jumped off the stool.

“Susan Burns.” After the applause subsided a bit, Professor McGonagall called out another name.

It was the little witch who had been on the boat with Jimmy. She stepped out from beside Hermione and Neville, sat nervously on the stool, and as she put on her hat, the Sorting Hat called out loudly, "Hufflepuff!"

Susan ran quickly to Hannah and sat down next to her.

Jimmy was still watching the show when Professor McGonagall called his name the next second.

Jimmy Blaine.

Jimmy was stunned for a moment, then Malfoy pushed him forward. He glanced back and saw Malfoy staring at him with a mocking smile on his face, pretending not to care.

Under Professor McGonagall's watchful eye, Jimmy picked up the hat and sat on the stool. Before the hat even landed on his head, he started shouting maniacally, "Gryffindor!!!"

No, what do you mean!

Jimmy put the hat on anyway, muttering under his breath, "You haven't even landed it on my head yet, how dare you call me Gryffindor, you stupid hat."

Woohoo!

Some of the people who had met Jimmy on the train began to applaud, and the applause at the Gryffindor table was very loud.

"How rude..."

The moment the Sorting Hat's voice echoed in his head, Jimmy took the hat off. He knew that the Sorting Hat's decision couldn't be changed the moment it was announced, so he didn't give it a chance to argue.

If you don't give me a choice, then if I curse you, you can forget about cursing back!

Professor McGonagall smiled with satisfaction. Jimmy's placement in Gryffindor showed that he still had the courage to face life and had not fallen into depravity.

She continued reading the next name, "Terry Booth".

As Jimmy walked toward the Gryffindor table, he clearly saw a mixture of shock and anger on Malfoy's face, as if he had been betrayed in a shameful way.

George and Fred kept waving and patting the empty space next to them.

Jimmy accepted the invitation and sat down to their left.

As soon as he sat down, George said as if he had expected him to be sorted into Gryffindor, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you would be sorted into Gryffindor!"

George grinned mischievously and said, "You're such a Gryffindor! Nobody's as brave as you. Even the Snack Witch on the train is saying, 'You've got some nerve!'"

Jimmy glared resentfully at the dusty, patched hat. "I actually wanted to go to Hufflepuff, but the Sorting Hat didn't give me a choice."

“Gryffindor is the best house, you should be happy.” At this moment, a red-haired senior boy across the long table stood up slightly and extended his right hand to Jimmy. “Hello, I am Percy Weasley, the prefect of Gryffindor, and these are my brothers.”

“Prefect…” Jimmy clearly heard Percy emphasizing the word “prefect,” so he deliberately feigned an expression of admiration and anticipation. “My name is Jimmy Blaine. Can I come to you if I have any problems?”

Percy, his vanity greatly satisfied, was somewhat intoxicated and answered almost without thinking, "Of course, helping students in need is a responsibility that a prefect must shoulder!"

The Weasley twins let out a gloating laugh, thinking that Jimmy was definitely not as "well-behaved" as he seemed.

At that moment, a girl with a broad face sat down opposite Jimmy. She enthusiastically introduced herself to the people around the long table, "My name is Lavender Brown."

More freshmen were called out, and Seamus, the explosive genius, was sorted into Gryffindor. He sat next to Jimmy, and the two introduced themselves to each other.

More and more students came to the long table. Jimmy took out his notebook and quickly wrote down the names of these students he would be interacting with in the future, as well as their personality traits.

He used simplified Chinese characters that looked like gibberish, which no one else could understand, so he did it openly and honestly.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall called out Hermione Granger's name. The little witch was so nervous that she kept taking deep breaths, but after the hat called out Gryffindor, she happily showed her two big front teeth.

Chapter 15 concludes the sorting process.

Soon it was Malfoy's turn to be called. His sorting was just like Jimmy's; before his head even touched the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat hurriedly called out Slytherin.

When Harry Potter was assigned to Gryffindor, the sound of the long table in Gryffindor nearly shook the roof off.

The Weasley twins next to Jimmy jumped up and shouted, "We have Potter!" They got up and ran to Harry's side, vying to shake his hand.

However, Harry sat down opposite Jimmy, responding to everyone's enthusiasm with a satisfied smile. He remembered Jimmy, but Jimmy was still scribbling in his notebook.

"Jimmy, what are you writing?" Harry asked, simply out of curiosity. "You don't have homework yet, right?"

Hermione immediately cast a wary glance at her.

Jimmy showed Harry a notebook filled with simplified Chinese characters, since he couldn't understand them anyway. If he didn't look closely, even he couldn't understand these scribbles. "I'm recording some information in my own way."

Harry lost interest when he saw the dense symbols on the notebook; the words looked like a jumble of random characters pieced together.

"Are you going to become a prefect too?" George teased as he returned to his seat. "When Percy wanted to become a prefect, he copied the school rules three times in front of the professor."

Percy, who was being teased, didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he proudly puffed out his chest and said, "That's why I was able to become a prefect!"

Fred stood up again and pointed to Ron, who had finished his sorting, saying, "Look, our little brother has been sorted into Gryffindor. To be honest, I always thought he would go to Hufflepuff!"

George added, "Ravenclaw is out of the question; he's not very bright."

Hearing their words, Ron retorted, embarrassed and annoyed, "Hey, I'm your brother!"

Percy rose from his seat, walked past Harry, and said to Ron, who was walking towards him with a big smile, in an exaggerated tone, "Great, Ron, fantastic!"

Ron was the second to last in the sorting process, and the last freshman, Blaise Sabine, was sorted into Slytherin, thus concluding the sorting process.

After writing down Bressabinie's physical characteristics and name in his notebook, Jimmy finally put the notebook in his lap. He then saw Dumbledore stand up from his large, high-backed chair.

All the students quieted down and looked at their principal.

Dumbledore was never one to follow the rules. He smiled and said, "Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the start of a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words. These are: Idiots! Crybabies! Trash! Twisters! Thank you all!"

More than the meaning of those words, Jimmy was concerned about the table full of food that was about to appear. He valued his health very much, even more than making money, because he had transmigrated because he had died from overwork.

He needs to eat well and exercise a lot, not only so that he can afford to spend money in the future, but also to avoid being the shortest person in his class even as an adult, like Harry.

Harry was so short as an adult, either because he was a picky eater or because Hogwarts didn't have physical education classes.

When the food appeared on the table, Jimmy, who had been hungry all day, immediately started putting high-quality carbohydrates and high-quality protein, along with high-quality vitamins, into his plate.

He doesn't eat overly sweet foods; he's never been particularly interested in sweetness.

Although they eat high-quality protein, the house-elves' cooking may have been infused with magic, making it not at all as unpalatable as traditional British cuisine, and there was no legendary Stargazing Pie on the table.

Seeing Jimmy wolfing down his food, the other people at the table felt an inappropriate competitive urge and also started eating large mouthfuls of food from the table.

Professor McGonagall witnessed this scene, and her face showed a hint of heartache. The poor child, she hoped he wouldn't overeat…

Jimmy ended up eating too much meat because he hadn't eaten so much meat in a long time. Children in their growth period need a lot of nutrients, so they eat a lot accordingly.

Because he ate too fast, by the time his body realized what was happening, he was so full he couldn't move.

The people around them were already too full to eat anything more. The messy table in front of them was cleaned up in an instant, and then various desserts appeared.

Jimmy didn't move, but chatted with the others.

Seamus began to talk about his family: his father was a Muggle and his mother was a wizard.

Neville was raised by his grandmother. The chubby boy ate much less than Jimmy, and he didn't seem nervous about the train ride anymore.

During the casual conversation over dessert, the seating at the long table changed several times, and the first-day students quickly formed different cliques through a few simple exchanges.

Harry, Ron, and George Fred were chatting, while Seamus, Neville, Dean Thomas, and several other boys were with them.

The girls were also divided into several small groups, which were not obvious to the average person, but there were always a few who were closer to each other, which could be seen from some small details in their words and actions.

Because he was so full that breathing was a challenge, Jimmy rarely spoke, though he would respond when Harry and Seamus tried to talk to him.

He took out a notebook and wrote down some information about the people's characteristics, and based on his observations, confirmed the personality traits of the people on the list.

After being tricked by that old lady Benelli once, Jimmy became more serious about his notes. Just as he paused to think, a little witch's questioning voice rang out beside him.

Are you writing?

Hermione sat down next to Jimmy without anyone noticing. She seemed out of place among the girls, which made sense, as they were currently discussing which styles of clothing in the Elegant Wizarding Clothing Store were the most attractive.

Compared to the clothes, what intrigued her more was what Jimmy was writing and drawing. She worried that Jimmy might be secretly doing his homework behind her back.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be homework, and the writing wasn't even in English.

Jimmy cleared his throat and said, "These are Chinese characters. I can't tell you the contents. You wouldn't want your secret to be discovered by others, would you, Miss Granger?"

“You can call me Hermione,” the little witch said happily, no longer prying into Jimmy’s secret. “I really wish classes would start right away; there’s so much I want to learn. Have you tried magic at home? I tried a few simple spells, and they all worked…”