Chapter 152 They Must Solve the Matter in the First Grade by Themselves!

Weissen Wright.

After two years, Harry Potter met this man again.

This person had protected him in a Muggle primary school for several years, allowing him to enjoy a relatively pleasant campus life, but in the end he disappeared without leaving any news.

Now it seems.

It seems that it wouldn't be surprising if he entered Hogwarts.

When he graduated, Wesson disappeared from their lives without telling any of his classmates and friends because he was a wizard.

"Wesen..."

Harry Potter stared blankly at the gray-haired student.

The student with gray hair was sitting next to two people, the same two people he had seen at the station before.

One of the students, who was very handsome, asked where Wesson was; the other replied that Wesson was studying in the car and they did not dare to disturb him by chatting in the car.

Judging from their height and body shape, Wesson and the two students next to him seemed not to be sitting in the front row, because they were surrounded by a group of senior young students, which made them look out of place.

Yet this is so natural.

Because Wesson Wright is always very respected.

Any student who has met Wesson, as long as he has good intentions in his heart and does not want to bully others, or is afraid of being bullied, will respect and even love him very much.

"That's Weissen Wright."

Ron Weasley whispered beside Harry Potter: "I saw him at that Quidditch match. He was a pretty scary guy."

"Actually, he's not that scary..."

A smile appeared on Harry Potter's lips.

"Do you know each other?"

Ron Weasley's eyes suddenly became subtle.

Could it be true?

Could it be that the Wesson Wright that Harry Potter knew was really the man from Hogwarts? Why was the person speaking from Harry's mouth different from what he heard from his brothers?

At exactly this time, one of the students seemed to be saying something in Wesson's ear. The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at the group of young wizards who entered the auditorium.

"That's my cousin!"

Erwin Bones smiled and looked at the cute round-faced Susan Bones among the freshmen. He saw his cousin's eyes were red and couldn't help but frowned: "Who bullied her?" Is she?"

Any brother…

It is impossible to let go of the fact that my sister is being bullied.

Especially for a person like Ervin Bones who treats his friends with all his heart and soul, not to mention his family, his face became a little ugly.

"don’t worry."

Wesson raised his eyebrows and calmly reassured him: "We will know soon."

"Wesen."

Cedric spoke quickly, trying to stop his friend in a low voice: "Don't cause any trouble during the sorting ceremony. Professor McGonagall hates this kind of behavior very much!"

"how could be?"

There was a smile on the corner of Weissen Wright's mouth, and he whispered to Cedric: "In ancient times, the death row prisoners could have a full meal before they died...Why do they have to wait until after the dinner?"

"..."

Cedric's expression immediately looked a little uncomfortable.

Even Erwin Bones, who spoke, couldn't help but want to stop him.

"Okay, let's wait until the sorting ceremony and banquet are over."

With one word, Wesson stopped the two friends from continuing to talk. His eyes glanced at Susan Bones who timidly lowered her head, and finally fell on Harry Potter.

The two people's eyes met.

Harry Potter excitedly wanted to wave hello.

The smile on Weisen's lips grew wider, and he calmly shook his head at him, signaling him not to ruin the atmosphere.

finally.

Someone who can change Hogwarts has arrived.

No, I should say two, because there is also Professor Quirrell sitting on the faculty seat.

In fact, many people present also noticed Harry Potter. For example, Dumbledore, who was sitting high in the principal's seat, also had a smile on his face. Professor Snape, who looked uncertain, seemed to be looking at the little guy in a daze. , Professor Quirrell looked at Harry Potter and tried his best to smile.

Not surprisingly.

Before the sorting ceremony begins.

Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, started talking nonsense again, nothing more than the forbidden areas of Hogwarts Castle and the ban on students entering and exiting the Forbidden Forest. Most of the time, these would arouse the curiosity of the young wizards.

Especially this year…

Dumbledore emphasized the prohibitions on the fourth floor corridor.

This is almost like deliberately tempting those curious students to explore.

And Wesson, who had already received part of the news, knew very well that the Ministry of Magic had returned the Sorcerer's Stone to Dumbledore, which meant that everything seemed to be back on its original track...

"I feel like I haven't done anything..."

An inexplicable thought suddenly came to Weisen's mind.

As a student of Hogwarts, he has never violated any school rules, and has never even set foot in the Forbidden Forest. Isn't this a bit embarrassing to say?

certainly.

If Wesson said he had done nothing, Peter Pettigrew would definitely have a different opinion.

Just as Wesson was thinking about whether he should find an opportunity to go to the Forbidden Forest, Minerva McGonagall announced the beginning of the sorting ceremony and read out the first student to be sorted this year.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl hurriedly walked out of the crowd.

When the little girl put on the Sorting Hat, the old hat shouted out her house!

"Hufflepuff!"

The entire Hufflepuff House burst into applause.

Every Hufflepuff present warmly welcomed their new little badger!

Cedric happened to be sitting at the outermost seat. After he enthusiastically asked the blushing little girl to sit down, he kindly helped her prepare the cutlery and cutlery, which made the little girl blush even more.

after all…

A gentle senior is so heart-warming!

Wesen saw that his good friend was as warm as a scumbag, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch. Before he could say anything, another familiar name came one after another from Professor Minerva McGonagall. He read it out of his mouth.

"Susan Bones!"

"..."

The little girl hurriedly wiped her eyes and sat up. She let the Sorting Hat be placed on her head for only a few seconds before shouting out her house again.

"Hufflepuff!"

"..."

This is the second student to be sorted into Hufflepuff.

Just when Erwin Bones wanted to quietly move over to comfort his cousin, the voice of a blond boy speaking softly fell into their ears: "Humph, the Bones family will definitely have to go to Henan." Qipaqi..."

"..."

Ervin Bones's face immediately drooped.

Weisen spoke calmly and stopped his friend who couldn't help but want to say a few words, and whispered: "Go and see your cousin first, don't ruin the sorting ceremony."

"yes."

Erwin Bones nodded immediately.

Since they were very close to this group of freshmen, the exchange between Wesson and Erwin Bones did not hide much from others. A group of young wizards waiting for the sorting could not help but look at the two seniors in surprise. student.

Wesson's eyes fell on the blond boy who spoke. He had indeed seen this person before. He was Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy. He was a very proud little guy.

certainly.

Draco certainly wouldn't know.

This gray-haired boy who stared at him once almost scared his family to death.

"snort…"

Little Draco turned his head a little awkwardly. He didn't dare to argue with the senior students, but it was absolutely impossible for him to show weakness like this!

fortunately.

The sorting ceremony attracted Wesson's attention.

Professor Minerva McGonagall pronounced another very familiar name.

"Hermione Granger."

A cute little girl hurried up and put on her hat neatly. After a while, the Sorting Hat loudly shouted out the house she belonged to!

"Gryffindor!"

The entire Gryffindor house burst into applause.

No matter which college they belong to, they all respond with great enthusiasm to the new students of their own college.

"Gregory Gower!"

"Slytherin!"

As the sorting ceremony progressed, the old Sorting Hat seemed to be getting more and more handy, at least it didn't need to face the predicament it had two years ago. The sorting ceremony began to proceed faster and faster.

You even need to wear it for a second to make a decision.

In fact this is quite normal.

For example, some children from pure-blood wizard families who claim to be noble.

If some guys like Sirius Black and James Potter didn't appear, the Sorting Hat would almost be able to sort Slytherin directly based on the last name.

For example, Ron Weasley's family has been in Gryffindor for generations. Almost no child has ever been sorted into another house. Even Ron Weasley was sorted into it within two seconds after he sat down. Gryffindor House.

"Ron Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

Just as Wesson tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if he was slowly counting how many familiar names there were among the new students, Elvin Bones leaned over cautiously: "That boy from the Malfoy family made her cry. !Hannah Abbott told me everything about Susan, he is humiliating Hufflepuff House, but it’s a pity that he is only a kid in the first grade!”

As a third grade student…

I must be embarrassed to bully a first-year student.

It happened to be at this moment that Professor McGonagall read Malfoy's name.

"Draco Malfoy!"

The blond boy carefully sat on it.

It could be seen that he was still a little nervous, as if he was afraid that he would be sorted to another place. Fortunately, the Sorting Hat shouted out his belongings before he could put it on completely!

"Slytherin!"

A relaxed smile immediately appeared on little Draco's face.

Wesson was still tapping the table gently with his fingers. It seemed that he had not heard what Erwin Bones said just now. He seemed to have heard everything: "Erwin, I must help me." Do something for your friends, right?”

"It's a pity that Malfoy is only in his first year..."

Ervin Bones's expression was a bit unpleasant.

"rest assured."

Wesson shook his head calmly, and said a little helplessly: "Who do you think I am? They must resolve matters in the first grade by themselves. If Slytherin people cause trouble, we must go to Slytherin." Lytlin’s prefect…”

certainly.

There is one more thing that is difficult to say.

Something caused by a Malfoy...

It must be blamed on Patriarch Lucius Malfoy!

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