4 Chapter 4: Slytherin

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call by name, will put on my hat, sit on a stool, and wait for their Sorting in a House," she said, "Hannah Abbott!".

The little girl with two blonde braids stumbled out of line and donned the hat that covered her eyes. She sat down. There was a pause for a moment - "Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.

The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

"Look at the little girl's face, that hat must have smelled bad." Solim leaned over to Hermione behind her, "I'm going to give that hat a 'clean up' before I put it on, so you'd better be behind me Hermione so you don't suffer." 

Hermione wanted him to shut up.

"Susan Bones!"

little Miss Bones gave him an aggrieved look as she walked past him.

"Hufflepuff!" Miss Bones quickly took off her sorting hat and ran to the Hufflepuff table without looking back.

"Poor little girl. She's looked so pathetic. "

"Shut up!".

"Terry Boot!".

"Oh! no!".

Poor Mr. Bout was putting on the Sorting Hat when Solim saw his muscles twitching wildly.

"Ravenclaw!".

Mr. Bout took off his sorting hat and wiped his hair, with the other he held the hat and—well... he put it under his nose and sniffed it. Then a strange expression appeared.

"Justin Fenrir!" Professor shouted.

No one went up.

"Justin Finrir, please come here!" Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards waiting for the House Sorting.

A figure walked up to Professor McGonagall almost one step at a time, nervously saying something to Professor McGonagall, who hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Mr. Fenrery took a deep breath of resignation, then ...

"Hufflepuff!".

"I'm sure Justin asked Professor McGonagall to wash his hat for him, but the professor didn't agree," Solim made sure the little wizards around him could hear him, "Maybe Professor McGonagall will agree when you say it, Hermione, if you're ahead of me, you'll have to ask the professor to wash that hat, just to have a good appetite for your opening dinner." 

" Mandy Brocklehurst!".

A little witch trembled past Solim's side.

"Good luck, Miss Brocklehurst." Solim smiled and said to the little witch who walked by.

The young wizards who had not yet been sorted watched hopefully as Miss Brocklehurst walked up to Professor McGonagall and said something. Professor McGonagall looked surprised, then frowned, then gestured to the barstool to sit down.

The little witch was forced to put on the Sorting Hat with a pout.

"Ravenclaw!".

"It's useless! They won't wash it at all." A little wizard in front of Solim complained.

"No, if you don't want to go to the opening dinner with thousands of years of oil, dust, and dirt on your body, you'd better ask the professor to wash that hat as much as possible." Solim continued to stir up the emotions of the young wizards.

"Lavender Brown!".

"Come on, Miss Brown, maybe Professor McGonagall will agree." A little wizard cheered on their hopes.

One can be ignored, two can be ignored, and when the third young wizard asks to wash the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall finally pays attention to the situation. But wash the Sorting Hat during the Sorting Ceremony... Oh, Merlin!... This is something that has never happened before. And Miss Brown seemed to be wasting a little too long, she seemed to be pleading with the professor—

"Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall snapped the sorting hat directly on Miss Brown's head. Miss Brown flapped her head against the Sorting Hat as she walked over to the Gryffindor table with a look of frustration.

"Draco Malfoy!" our little dragon grinned as he walked up to Professor McGonagall, pointing to the Sorting Hat and saying something to Professor McGonagall.

"Hehe, it's done." Solim said with a smile, "Looks like I don't need to do anything." "

"How do you know? There were three people up before, and Professor McGonagall didn't agree. "

"This young master, his father is the school director, and his opinion... professor will pay attention to it. Just look. "

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Dumbledore's desk and said something.

The students of the four houses were all talking to each other, and they had never seen the sorting ceremony interrupted.

After talking to Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall walked to the Sorting Hat with a blank expression, and ... Drew her wand. 

"Whoa, whoa, oh,"

"Oh, that's great!".

"Great!".

"We are saved!".

The young wizards without the House Sorting cheered as they looked at the new Sorting Hat. The seniors around them watched all this in amazement, they never thought that such a thing would happen at the sorting ceremony.

The young wizards, who had been divided into four houses, told the seniors and prefects what Solim had just said to them. And these seniors seem to realize how dirty the hat they wore on their heads was when they were sorted out.

"Hermione Granger!".

"Good luck, Hermione." Solim sent his blessing.

"Gryffindor!" Hermione got her wish and got her place in what she thought was the best house.

"Solim Selwyn!" Solim smiled as he walked up and sat down on the barstool.

"Aha! it's you!" the Sorting Hat's voice rang in Solim's head.

"Oh, do you know me?".

"I've known all the 'good deeds' you've done down there from the minds of those little wizards. "

"So?".

"So I want to thank you, you know, I haven't been this clean in a long time. "

"Slytherin, thank you," Solim just said those three words stating what house he wanted to go to.

"Of course, Slytherin is for you. Then ...".

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly.

He took off his sorting hat and bowed to Professor McGonagall, who was looking at him strangely, before walking over to the Slytherin table, where everyone was applauding and welcoming him.

"Welcome, freshman!" the Slytherin prefects said and the Male Prefect stood up to shake Solim's hand and motioned for him to sit next to Draco. Solim noticed a bloodstained ghost sitting on Draco's other side. If I'm not mistaken, he should be The Bloody Baron.

"How's it feeling to be in the spotlight?Draco?".

"If it weren't for that broken hat, I wouldn't have acted on your words." Draco glanced at Solim.

Solim smiled, this big young master was not so stupid - as long as he wasn't fighting with the savior.

"I'll discuss something with you later at dinner," Solim whispered to Draco. Draco glanced at Solim. "Is it a troublesome matter?".

Solim looked at Neville, who had turned red as he returned the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall, and smiled, "No, it's not a problem at all, you're the one taking advantage." 

"Harry Potter!".

Here's the highlight.

"Which house do you think Potter will be sorted into?" Draco asked.

"Is there anything to guess?" Solim crossed his legs under the table.

"Hmph, let me say, Potter deserves to be with the Slytherins but I don't know why he wants to be with 'that shame of the purebloods' scum." Draco clearly hadn't forgotten what had happened on the train.

"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat loudly announced the results of the Savior's Sorting Order.

The result was a riot at the Gryffindor table - the students celebrated loudly. The Weasley twins shouted, "We've got Potter, we've got Potter." He slapped his face vigorously.

"Look, that's what am I talking about." Solim said to Draco with a smile, "I should have made a bet with you." "

Draco's little face turned pale with anger - though there wasn't much blood on his face in the first place.

"Listen to me, Draco, don't get into a conflict with Potter." Solim tapped on the table to get Draco's attention, who was still staring at Harry, "He's the headmaster's cover, don't do thankless work." "

"You don't have to worry about my business!" Draco turned his head and glared at Solim.

"Whatever you want, I'm just reminding you, after all, don't forget your family ... Hehe, don't trouble your father. "

At this time, a student who had just been sorted into Slytherin sat down across from Solim, "Blaise Zabini." "

"Hello, Solim Selwyn." Solim shook hands with the famous "widow's son".

"Ah, it's finally time to start eating. I'm hungry." The prefect next to Draco saw the headmaster stand up.

Dumbledore looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students in one place.

"Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! I would like to say a few words before the banquet begins"

"That is: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!! Thank you and enjoy your meal!" He sat back down. Everyone applauded and cheered.

"Are you saying he's a little crazy?" Draco asked Solim.

Shrugging his shoulders, Solim didn't speak—he was busy dealing with a chicken leg. At this time, the whole auditorium was in chaos, the students told each other about their summer vacation experiences, and the young wizards who had just entered the school were busy dealing with food while listening to the seniors around them introduce the great school.

After eating a chicken leg and finding something to do for his stomach, Solim found Draco, who was busy dealing with the cake. "You know the Slytherin tradition, the one that the other three houses have abolished. "

"You're talking about the year leader system, right? You want to be our first-year Slytherin leader?" Draco squinted at Solim as he gripped the food.

"No, I'm too lazy to be a Leader. What I want is the perk of being a Leader - a single room." Solim smeared a little ketchup on the potato in his hand. "You're here to be the Leader, but the room is mine. "

In Solim's opinion, the benefit of being a Leader of his class is a single room, which is a bit interesting, and everything else is just a scam. What kind of Leader's bathroom, what's the use? There is still a bathroom in the single room. And as a Leader, he will have to hold some responsibilities,

Solim is a troublesome person.

It turned out that when I was in junior high school, I worked as a class representative for a period of time, and I collected my classmate's homework copies every day.

If you can't get all the copies, the teacher is unhappy, and she urges those who haven't handed in their homework to hand it in quickly, Now you being a class rep have to go and force the classmates to hand in their copies, offending the classmates, and at the end of the day, both sides are not pleased.

Since then, Solim has had little interest in this kind of thing that is not proportional to the payout.

"What do you mean?" Draco didn't understand.

"I literally mean what I said, I'll keep the two of us till the end of the brawl, and I'll throw in the towel - you'll be the Leader. But the right to use the room will be mine. It's as simple as that." With that, Solim took a hard bite of the potato dipped in ketchup.

"Is that okay with you, you will really be defeated by me?" Draco wasn't unhappy with Solim's arrangement, as his father had told him something about Solim before he came to Hogwarts, Lucious had told him not to clash with Solim. After all, if you really want to talk about it, the two of them are still relatives.

"What's wrong with that? The Leader can't be chosen unless he has defeated every contender. But the Leader's room is what I really want, and you can just say that you can't get used to living in a single room." Solim blinked. "Well, if you agree, I can help you with ideas on what to do with that Weasley's red hair. "Solim had already figured out that as long as he could make Weasley uncomfortable, Draco would be comfortable.

"Deal. "

Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The auditorium is also quiet. "Oh, now that everyone is fed and watered, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. "

"First-year students should note that the forbidden forest on campus is closed to all students. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. "

Dumbledore's glittering gaze swept toward the Weasley brothers.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the hallways between classes. 

"The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of the term. If you are interested in joining the house team, please contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

Hearing this, Solim quickly pulled out his wand in his left hand and gave himself a "closed earbud to block the noise" under the table. He watched as the people around him opened their mouths one by one, and Draco next to him covered his ears with his hands and muttered something in his mouth.

The whole place was full of noise. Seeing everyone around him shutting up, Solim unleashed the magic earbuds that were on his ears.

"You should have given one for me, Solim," Draco grumbled.

"Haha, Isn't it just in time?" Solim smiled and followed Draco out of the auditorium as he lined up and led the Slytherin prefect.

The Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms of the four houses are underground, except that the Slytherin common rooms are farther away. The kitchen is directly below the Great Hall, and the Hufflepuff Lounge is right next to it, and it is fair to say that the Hufflepuff Badgers are the first to return to the lounge.

Following the Prefect down the gloomy staircase and through the dimly lit hallway, the young wizards came to an empty, wet stone wall behind the Slytherin common room.

"Glory." The prefect gave the command. He led the young wizards into the common room: a long, narrow, low basement. The walls and ceiling of the basement were made of rough stone, and round, greenish lamps were chained and hung from the ceiling.

It has an intricately carved fireplace surrounded by many carved chairs.

"Welcome to the glorious Slytherin, and before you all go to rest, Slytherin has a tradition to complete. That is to elect a first-year Leader, which has been a tradition at Hogwarts since its founding. The other three houses had abandoned this tradition, and only we, and only Slytherin, had kept it. What You're going to do next—" the prefect was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"All the freshmen stand in the middle, and the last person standing among you will be the first-year Leader and will enjoy the privileges of your year's Leader". Professor Snape floated out of nowhere, holding his wand in one hand and looking at the freshman with a look of annoyance. "Hurry up, my time is precious!".

Solim and Draco stood together.

"Remember your words, Draco." With a flick of his left hand, the wand appeared in Solim's hand.

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