People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

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"As soon as I graduated, I went to work at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

“After only two years, I got the opportunity to be promoted.”

"But she turned it down and chose Hogwarts. She was offered a position in the Transfiguration Department, and the head of department at the time was Albus Dumbledore."

After hearing this, Bagir said: Ron, do you have any other surprises that I don’t know about?

However, Ron stopped here.

Because now, they had followed Professor McGonagall into the entrance hall, passed the closed door of the Great Hall, and walked into a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

Professor Mao Mao was talking to this group of first-year students about things that they had already known.

First, we need to classify them into different colleges. The college division ceremony is very important. The college is your home. College points represent honor. What are the rules for adding and subtracting college points?

"The college is our home? Not a school?" After experiencing the 21st century, Bagir of Longguo Education immediately discovered the blind spot.

What follows is an introduction and emphasis on the college.

Bagel, who regarded Hogwarts as his own property, immediately put aside his curiosity about Professor McGonagall.

Instead, he frowned and listened to these words that divided his Hogwarts.

The college belongs to the school, and you should love the college.

Isn't this just another kind of 'my vassal's vassal is not my vassal, and my lord's lord is not my lord'?

He asked Ron seriously, "Who is the dean you are talking about?"

Ron: "You don't think that there is only one teacher for each subject in the seven grades. In fact, our main subjects, except for Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, have teachers from their respective departments."

"However, they are mainly responsible for the seventh grade students and the back-end work such as grading homework. They are usually in the staff lounge and do not attend banquets."

"So, we hardly ever see them. Some people jokingly call them house-elf professors."

"Outrageous." Bagir's brows tightened.

The college is divided into different departments, and each subject has teaching assistants who are like laborers.

The little wizard from a Muggle family came to Hogwarts just to learn magic.

But Hogwarts has camp divisions.

Before the time travel: The branch is really interesting

After traveling through time and owning Hogwarts: "You guys ruined my school like this?"

Thinking of this, Bagel suddenly raised his right hand.

"Professor, I don't think you are right!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 Snape's Soul is Touched

"Before we were students of the academy, we were students of Hogwarts."

"From Platform 9 4/3 to here, from day to night, we have made many friends."

"Some of them aspire to be in the heroic Gryffindor; some look forward to studying in the wise Ravenclaw; some long to be accepted by the inclusive Hufflepuff; and some want to stand out in Slytherin."

“We chatted and laughed before expressing our expectations for the academy.”

"But after everything became clear, we fought each other!" Bagir said this, looking very heartbroken.

Hermione clasped her hands in front of her chest, feeling very conflicted.

She wanted to stop what she considered to be an outrageous act, but she also wanted to support Baqir.

Ron, Harry, and Neville looked at the person who was beaten, Draco Malfoy, with strange eyes.

Not far away, Draco, who was still a little depressed because of falling into the water, blushed with anger.

Professor McGonagall, who didn't know the truth, no longer had a cold look in her eyes, but became more gentle.

From mistaking it for students looking for trouble, to it turns out they were good students speaking their mind.

Baqir noticed this, too.

"So, can we not have separate houses?"

Many students who thought that sorting was about fighting trolls, taking exams, and escaping attacks from fire dragons nodded repeatedly.

"In other words, gather together the students who don't want to be separated from their friends and make them the fifth house."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said, "My child, you have a good idea."

“However, the house system is an intangible asset left by the four great founders of the school.”

"Being in different colleges does not affect your relationship with your friends."

On the other side, Dumbledore saw that Professor McGonagall had not returned for a long time, and Snape, whom he sent over, just walked to the door.

The moment he got closer, he heard an almost angry rebuttal.

He immediately recognized who it was.

The boy who dared to cheat him, who had the name of Hufflepuff, the courage of Gryffindor, and the foundation of Slytherin - Badger Granger.

However, there was an inexplicable persuasiveness in the boy's voice now.

"No impact?"

“No, it’s affecting!”

"We are not blind or deaf."

"Ravenclaw thinks the other houses are idiots."

"Gryffindors think they have the most courage."

"Slytherin claims to be the most noble."

"Hufflepuffs stick together so closely that their common room has not been visited by students from other houses for more than a thousand years."

Hearing this, Snape sneered and decided to put an end to this farce.

However, the next words made him pause.

"Professor, if I went to Slytherin, Hermione would be in Gryffindor."

"Can you tell me that our classmates at the academy won't think we are traitors and isolate us?"

“We can study in peace.”

"Can we really still be friends?"

A female voice sounded again, with a tearful tone, "Can we really be friends?"

These two questions were like a sharp knife that pierced Snape's heart, which had not seen the sun for a long time.

"Lily." He staggered and put his right hand on the wall.

In a trance, the two voices turned into those of him and Lily when they were young.

The first meeting at the playground, the little girl on the swing.

Her facial features continued to mature, and her expression changed from familiarity, to closeness, to indifference.

That's the entrance to Gryffindor tower, next to the Fat Lady's portrait.

The girl's expression turned contemptuous. "Call me a mudblood? But you call people of my origin mudbloods, Severus. How am I any different?"

In the real world, Snape's eyes, which had been wet without him noticing, dried up in an instant.

The eyes that were fragmented just now became empty again.

He strode across the room and stood beside Professor McGonagall.

He ignored the ghost that appeared in the room at some point, and the surprised looks from Professor McGonagall and the students below.

He even ignored the treasure that was made up of the eyes of the person he loved most and the face of the person he hated most.

He looked straight at the boy and girl and said, "Believe me, if you are in different schools, you can no longer be friends."

Then, he turned sideways and said, "Professor McGonagall, we have wasted too much time. Please arrange the sorting directly."

He shook off his cloak and strode out of the room as he had come.

"Okay, kids, please follow me. We are about to start the sorting." Professor McGonagall looked at Basil again, "Do you have any questions?"

"No more." Baqir closed his mouth.

Hermione, with red eyes, whispered softly beside him, "Do you really want to go to Slytherin?"

"Yes," Badgir chose to speak the truth, "Gryffindor now."

In my mind, in the [Magic Book], the border of "Doctor of Spells" suddenly turned golden.

[Echo: [Doctor of Curse]]

【Quality; Gold】

[All spells will open the door for you, and the learning difficulty will be reduced by 8%]

[Black magic will not affect your mind, and the same is true for white magic]

[The more spells you learn, the more powerful your spells will be]

[Every 10 spells, increase by 1%]

[Upper limit 20%]

At the innermost part of the auditorium, there is a long table against the wall on the stage at the top of the restaurant.

These are the seats for teachers, placed facing the students.

In the middle of the long table, Dumbledore, sitting on a large golden chair with a high back, occasionally turned his head to look at Snape, who was also sitting at the very edge of the guest of honor seat.

He had a grim look on his face and paid no attention to Quirrell beside him.

On the contrary, his eyes were fixed on the first-year students who had their backs to them and were facing all the senior students, waiting for the branch.

Dumbledore was a little confused. The butt Snape was looking at was not Harry's.

So he looked around along with them.

Because there was too much delay, after the Sorting Hat finished singing the song, it started sorting the houses directly based on the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Pence!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Hermione Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

Dumbledore noticed that Snape's eyebrows raised slightly by half an inch.

"Basil Granger!"

Snape closed his eyes.