I swung a sword at Hogwarts

This scene caused many young wizards to snicker, and Neville returned to the team awkwardly and timidly.

Wait until Mag turns around to prepare for the sorting.

Draco Malfoy, who was at a young age and had a slicked-back hair, fell in love at first sight with the savior Harry Potter, no... they fell in love and hated each other.

"It seems that what they said on the train was true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Accompanied by his two stalwart followers, Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy stepped forward and proudly introduced himself to Harry Potter: "Draco Malfoy."

This is his personality, with the arrogance and conceit of a pure-blooded aristocrat.

And these were exactly what Weasley hated, so Ron sneered when he saw him looking like a peacock with its tail spread out.

The sound was not loud, but just loud enough for Malfoy to hear.

Malfoy turned his head and looked at Ron. The person who knows you best must be your most hated enemy.

Recognizing that this was a Weasley, Malfoy sneered with undisguised contempt: "Red hair, old robes passed down in the family, you must be a Weasley."

Ron felt aggrieved because his sore spot was hit.

The Weasley family is too large, with seven children alone.

In order to save money, he had to use the things left by his brothers.

After mocking Weasley, Malfoy made a move towards Harry.

"You'll soon discover that certain wizarding families are simply superior."

"Potter, no one wants to make friends with the wrong people. I can help you."

The fact that he could make the proud Malfoy extend his hand to show his goodwill shows that he really wants to be friends with Harry.

These remarks made John frown. Although he had only thought that Malfoy was arrogant when he saw him before, it was still very unpleasant to hear it in person.

These words belittled all wizards except pure-bloods, making people want to punch that proud person in the face.

But Malfoy apparently forgot one thing.

Harry and Weasley are friends, and no one likes others to laugh at their friends in front of them.

"I think I can tell the good from the bad myself, thank you."

Harry decisively rejected Malfoy's advances, which made Malfoy a little embarrassed.

When the two looked at each other affectionately (?), John couldn't help but shook his head.

"Little Malfoy, this is not the way to make friends."

John calmly took a few steps forward and moved closer to Neville. Hermione saw him move forward and followed him.

Hermione thought John was angry after hearing what Malfoy said. If he hit someone on the first day of school, it would be a bad thing regardless of whether it was a wizarding school or not.

But her worries were unnecessary. Not long after Malfoy finished speaking, Professor McGonagall came back and led them in in a row.

There was a magical night sky above the Hogwarts Great Hall, with hundreds of candles floating in the air illuminating the hall.

There are four long tables filled with students. The edges of the students' clothes on the tables have different colors, representing the four colleges.

Red and gold Gryffindor.

Blue and grey Ravenclaw.

Green and silver Slytherin.

Yellow and black Hufflepuff.

The four huge funnels in the auditorium represent the credits of each college.

The senior students watched the juniors come in. Hermione beside John kept chattering about "Hogwarts: A History", which gave John a headache.

No wonder the other two of the three little ones felt bad about Hermione in the early days. After all, children are at a time when they have strong self-esteem, and it is inevitable that people will feel disgusted when a friend shows off his superior knowledge everywhere.

Fortunately, John is not a child and he doesn't hate Hermione at all.

His attention was more focused on the old man with a white beard and a kind face. He was not just the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He is also the combat ceiling of the magic world, the most feared existence of two successive Dark Lords, the stabilizer of the magic world, and the person who can summon the phoenix.

The White Lord of the wizarding world, Albus Dumbledore.

John's curious look caught Dumbledore's attention. The old man was always patient with his students and he winked at John playfully.

...

Chapter 6 Sorting and Fighting

What happened next was that Dumbledore announced some plot tasks and specifically emphasized that the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was dangerous.

John just wanted to complain about this, aren't you obviously telling the curious lion to go over and take a look?

Then came the Sorting Ceremony, and the first to take the stage was the unshakable Hannah Abbott.

The Sorting Hat assigned her to Hufflepuff.

When it was John's turn, Hermione had already been assigned to Gryffindor and was looking at him expectantly.

No one wants to be separated from their friends.

"John Wick."

Professor McGonagall called out John's name and John walked up.

Soft black hair, exquisite face and perfectly supported wizard robe.

Girls of this age in foreign countries are not as mature as those in China. They are more precocious and they discuss this handsome boy in whispers with blushing faces.

When John came under the Sorting Hat, he saw a spider working on the brim of the Sorting Hat. He couldn't help but almost dodged away in disgust.

Although I had the impression that wizards were unkempt along the way, this was too dirty.

Wouldn't Professor McGonagall feel sick holding it?

The Sorting Hat was placed on the head, and the Sorting Hat's angry voice was heard.

"What a rude little wizard, just as arrogant as a Slytherin!"

John was embarrassed. He didn't expect the Sorting Hat could know what he was thinking.

For this reason, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is this Legilimency?"

"Legitimate magic? The little wizard knows this advanced magic, but unfortunately it is not him."

As the hat of the first founder of Gryffindor, the Sorting Hat certainly does not use Legilimency. To be precise, it is a more advanced one.

"It's really hard to choose. You have courage and a spirit of exploration, hard work and tolerance, as well as shrewdness and ambition, and a persistence in honor... This is very consistent with Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat muttered to itself in great embarrassment, and John was stunned for a moment when he heard it.

Wait, you didn’t mention anything about wisdom. Are you implying that you are stupid?

That's too much.

No, the point is how I am related to Slytherin.

I am not a pure-blood, and all Slytherins are pure-blood lovers, which is a natural opposition to me.

As for ambition, John is innocent. He just wants to become the next wizard at the level of Dumbledore. What's wrong with that?

Do you dare to say that you never said you wanted to be Superman when you were a child?

At most, I want to dominate a college. Isn't this just like becoming a class monitor? It's a bullshit ambition.

Slander, absolutely slander!

Unfortunately, no matter how he brainstormed, the Sorting Hat hesitated and finally shouted out the answer.

"Slytherin!"

"what?"

John was dumbfounded. I'm a Muggle-born, and you sent me to Slytherin.

Everyone knows that Slytherin is obsessed with pure-bloods. I am not even a half-blood, at most I can be called a mudblood.

If I let myself go, wouldn't that mean I would be bullied?

The Sorting Hat said calmly: "Don't worry, little wizard, your honor will impress Slytherin."

"I suspect you're taking revenge on me for saying bad things about you," John expressed his suspicion.

The Sorting Hat's allocation is absolute, and not even Dumbledore can change that.

He had no way to change it, so he had to walk towards Slytherin with heavy steps.

There were two worried glances from the Gryffindors.

Hermione and Neville were both worried about their friend.

"Alas... life is not easy."

As luck would have it, the only spot left for Slytherin was next to Malfoy.

After he walked over and sat down, Malfoy thought he was a pure-blood child because he was so handsome and polite.

After all, in Malfoy's opinion, pure-bloods are so elegant, and he would never think of Muggles.

As a child of the Malfoy family, he is unwilling to be ordinary, so it is a good thing for him to have an extra helper.

So he proudly held out his hand to make friends, saying, "Draco Malfoy, Malfoy of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Purebloods."

He raised his head proudly and looked at people through his nostrils.

Just like a male peacock eager to show off himself to a mate.

John glanced at it, shook it politely, and said calmly, "John Wick."

Malfoy admired his sensible behavior, unlike that Harry Potter.

Although the other party was not one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-bloods, based on his sensible attitude, he decided to treat this classmate well.

So he asked proudly, "Are you pureblood or half-blood?"

John glanced at his proud look and said calmly, "Neither."

Malfoy's expression froze. None of them?

Wouldn't that mean they were all Muggles?

"You're a Mudblood."

A word came to his mind and Malfoy said it subconsciously.

next second.

His chin was hit, and then he saw the scene in front of him change.

Crabbe's screams and Goyle's cries came into his ears.

There was an uproar in the whole school, followed by Professor McGonagall's scolding.

On Malfoy's first day at school, he spent a night in the school hospital.

...

The first Thursday of school.

"Alas, life is always so full of variables."

"Ah, life, life is short and urgent."

In the trophy room, John was wiping the medal with James Potter on it, holding a rag as elegantly as a waiter holding a clean white handkerchief.

Filch, who was supervising, turned his head away, somewhat unbearably.

After beating up the school director's son on the first day of school, it was already a relief for John to be able to continue polishing medals here.

Not to mention he had thrust a fork into the back of Goyle's hand, pressing the young wizard's head into close contact with the table.

Although it was Malfoy who started the insult first, this insult was still too harsh.

Most of Slytherin's points were deducted at the beginning of the school year, and Snape's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's intercession, John would probably have dropped out of school.