After Ivan returned to the freshman team, he was still a little dazed. He looked up and looked around. The hall of Hogwarts was still brightly lit, and the students were whispering about the strange events just now. He could feel those curious or vigilant eyes, like invisible thorns, gently piercing his back.
Ivan didn't care. His thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to the Kongshan Taoist Temple, where he spent his childhood.
Ivan was abandoned when he was just born. An uncle found him while playing mahjong. Because he won 10,000 all night, he was called Ivan.
When he was 5 years old, the uncle died. The uncle's relatives disliked Ivan as a jinx, so they threw Ivan in the Kongshan Taoist Temple. Ivan was scared and cried loudly. When he was tired of crying, he fell asleep in the corner.
In the dream, there was an old grandfather with a fairy-like appearance who pressed him to kowtow and asked Ivan to call him the ancestor. In this way, Ivan became the only successor of the Kongshan Taoist Temple.
At the age of 11, Ivan learned the most profound palm thunder in Taoism. With a thunder spell, Ivan destroyed the Taoist temple, which was already in a dilapidated state. He had no choice but to take the ring made of the ashes of the ancestor, which was also the only token of the Kongshan Taoist temple, and set off for the big city. Unexpectedly, he appeared in this strange place just after passing through a small forest, and his body turned into this little kid named Ivan Hols. Fortunately, the ancestor was still there.
So, don't go through the forest when you see it, it's very dangerous. The forest can be called the origin of life.
As the only child in the village who eats food from many families, Ivan also understands this crossing under the influence of the children in the village.
It's a pity for his original body. According to the ancestor, that body is a natural Taoist body, which is invulnerable to all kinds of methods. Although Ivan didn't feel any difference, it still hurts every time he is bitten by a dog.
After a while, Dumbledore was walking in from the side door of the hall, holding the sorting hat that had just been restored to its original state. The brim of the hat trembled slightly, as if protesting silently.
"The Sorting Ceremony continues." Dumbledore's voice was steady and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. He put the Sorting Hat on the table, the mouth of the hat was tightly closed, and it no longer chattered like before. It can be seen that this hat is depressed!
Professor McGonagall nodded and continued to read the names of the new students. One by one, the new students came forward, put on the Sorting Hat, and were sorted into their respective colleges. Ivan stood at the end of the team.
"Ivan Avery, please come forward." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again, interrupting Ivan's thoughts. Ivan took a deep breath and walked forward. His steps were a little heavy, as if he was stepping on an invisible pressure.
Dumbledore stood aside, looking at him deeply. Ivan walked to the table and glanced at the Sorting Hat. The brim of the hat trembled slightly, as if he was reluctant. Ivan did not hesitate and reached out to put the hat on his head. As soon as the brim of the hat touched his hair, a low mutter came out: "Oh, here it comes again."
Ivan raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, the hat said at a very fast speed: "Slytherin! Slytherin! No doubt!" Before the voice fell, the hat flew off his head, as if avoiding something terrible. Its brim shook violently and made a faint "Help".
The hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ivan. Dumbledore coughed lightly and broke the silence: "Ivan Aferri, Slytherin." His voice was still steady, but there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.
Ivan turned around, he didn't know where Slytherin was. A group of little wizards wearing dark green robes with silver snake patterns embroidered on the collars and cuffs waved at Ivan. Ivan walked towards the long table where they were. The Slytherin students cast curious eyes on him, and some children even showed a vigilant look. Ivan didn't care, walked straight to the long table, found an empty seat and sat down.
"Welcome to Slytherin." A boy sitting next to him whispered, "Slytherin will help you reach the top."
Such a second-year slogan. The idiots in the village wouldn't shout this. Ivan turned his head to see who was so creative. A big golden back hair appeared in the field of vision.
Hey, Brother Fa? Oh, no, Brother Fa's hair is black.
Ivan glanced at him: "Thank you!"
It should be the memory of this body. Ivan looked at these tadpole-like words and didn't feel strange. He could speak them out. In this way, he was not afraid of being seen as strange.
Malfoy, the boy with a big back hair, stared at Ivan unhappily. He was very dissatisfied with Ivan's attitude. "Are you pure blood?"
"Pure blood? What is that?" Ivan didn't quite understand this word?
Isn't blood pure? Do people here have blood clots in their blood?
"You don't know? Then you are a mixed-blood?" Malfoy's face became more and more ugly.
Ivan shook his head, "I am type B blood."
Ivan was still very sure of this. When he was a child, he was bitten when fighting with Ergouzi's dog. The village doctor even tested his blood for him.
"Are you kidding me? You mudblood." Malfoy was furious. His voice was so loud that the Slytherins around heard it and looked at him in disbelief. Although Ivan didn't know what mudblood meant, judging from the expressions of the people around him, it was obviously not a good word.