As the saying goes, the more dramatic your entrance, the more pathetic your exit. Malfoy hadn't even made his exit yet, but he already felt like he had completely lost tonight.
"Mr. Scamander," Professor McGonagall walked over and asked, "You said Mr. Diggory from the Ministry of Magic inspected your trunk?"
"Yes, I returned to London from Romania this morning," Rolf said calmly. "I ran into them right after exiting the 7? platform. They said it was a routine inspection."
"I will write a letter to verify this matter," Professor McGonagall nodded, then looked at Malfoy and said,
"If it is true, proving that Mr. Scamander did not lie, we will punish you according to school rules; if it is not true, Mr. Scamander will also be punished!
Do either of you have anything else to add?"
Malfoy still wanted to add that "his father is a school board member, donated twenty thousand Galleons last year, and will increase his contribution this year," but Rolf's gaze made him freeze, not daring to say another word.
"Since there are no objections, this matter is concluded," Professor McGonagall said loudly. "All Hogwarts Students follow me into the Great Hall."
She then whispered, "Mr. Scamander, after the feast, you still need to go to Professor Dumbledore's office. He has something to discuss with you."
"I understand, thank you, Professor McGonagall," Rolf said gratefully.
Malfoy, who hadn't gone too far, pricked up his ears and overheard this conversation. He was instantly stunned... Does this guy also have connections, and his backer is the Principal?
It's over!
A good show thus came to an end. Under Professor McGonagall's guidance, the Hogwarts Students entered the Great Hall, still wanting more.
As the face of Hogwarts, this Great Hall did not emphasize ornate decoration, but rather exuded simplicity and grandeur:
A Greek-style dome, supported by tall drum pedestals, with seven Roman-style Corinthian columns encircling the outside of the pedestals, their shafts exquisite and covered with intricately carved patterns.
The enormous windows made the hall appear extremely spacious and magnificent, with burning torches lining the windows, illuminating the floor paved with off-white marble.
But without admiring for too long, Professor McGonagall led everyone to a small dark room. Everyone surged in, packed shoulder to shoulder, nervously gazing intently at the tall Witch in a emerald green robe.
"The Welcome Feast is about to begin, but before you take your seats, you need to be sorted to determine which house you will enter."
Many Hogwarts Students whispered, but Professor McGonagall merely pursed her lips and gave a cold glance, and the small dark room instantly fell silent.
"Each house has a glorious history and has nurtured many outstanding Wizards. I hope you will perform well during your time here, bring honor to your house, and win the final House Cup.
And once you violate school rules, you will be punished, and seriously, you may even be expelled from Hogwarts..."
Rolf quietly listened to Professor McGonagall's lecture, but when it came to the part about "being expelled from Hogwarts," not only Shirley and Hermione, but even the honest Neville subconsciously glanced at him.
The young man secretly sighed. He had just arrived at Hogwarts and was so misunderstood for no reason. In his previous life, he was a five-star good citizen, the kind who could rank high even in Gotham.
Professor McGonagall quickly left the room, and everyone immediately regained their energy, chattering about the sorting.
The Sorting Ceremony is a traditional event at Hogwarts. Even those from Wizarding families, parents rarely tell their children the sorting process.
Everyone was very nervous, trying their best to share the sorting methods they knew.
"I heard you have to fight a Troll!" a boy said with certainty. "Whoever can defeat a Troll will be sorted into the best house."
"Really? I can defeat at most three adult Trolls. I wonder if this achievement can meet everyone's average standard?" a black Wizard with dreadlocks said with some melancholy.
"Is the sorting method that simple? I went to the Hebrides Islands last month for special training and killed a Dragon," a Fat Man interjected.
"None of you are right!" another Hogwarts Student retorted gruffly. "The Sorting Ceremony is about going to Knockturn Alley to capture ten Dark Wizards... My great-uncle's neighbor's great-uncle's nephew is an Auror, and his information is very accurate."
The more they spoke, the scarier it got, from fighting Trolls to killing Dragons, destroying Knockturn Alley, and finally having a century-long duel with Dumbledore... What kind of terrifying protagonist group had collectively transmigrated?
Walking among the crowd and hearing so many absurd rituals, Rolf momentarily thought this was not a sorting, but a selection for the third generation... Dark Lord!
He wandered around for a long time and finally found Malfoy. This guy was with his two cronies, hiding in a corner, but he hadn't changed his ways and was bothering other Hogwarts Students again.
"So... you're the famous Harry Potter?"
On the train, Malfoy was bitten by a Mortl rat and couldn't go see the legendary Harry Potter. Now he finally found an opportunity.
He was just a little disappointed. The being who defeated the Dark Lord as a baby was just a scrawny boy with glasses, an ordinary appearance, and as thin as a chick?
Malfoy, who came with admiration, was a bit disappointed. If it weren't for the lightning scar on his forehead that couldn't be faked, he would have doubted he had found the wrong target.
"I am Harry Potter," Harry pushed up his glasses and asked, "Can I help you?"
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
The red-haired boy next to Harry coughed lightly, seemingly trying to suppress his laughter.
"Is my name funny?" Malfoy stared at the red-haired boy, sizing him up, and sneered:
"I don't even need to ask who you are. Red hair, full of freckles, more children than rabbits in a burrow, but can't even afford to raise them... Is it your Weasley family?"
The red-haired boy's face immediately turned crimson.
Malfoy didn't even look at him, turning to Harry and saying,
"Harry Potter, you'll soon find out that some Wizarding families are much better than others. You wouldn't want to be friends with these powerless, shady people, would you?
Come on, be my friend, I can help you a lot..."
Malfoy extended his hand, wanting to shake Harry's hand, but Harry ignored him.
"I think I can tell who the shady people are myself, thank you!"
Malfoy's first attempt at making friends failed, and already fuming tonight, he became even more agitated. He was like a teenager whose confession was rejected but was unwilling and wanted to save face.
"If I were you, Potter, I'd be extra careful," Malfoy said with a cold face, drawing out his words. "You should show more respect, or you'll end up like your parents!"
"Say that again!" Harry said, widening his eyes.
"Oh, you want to fight, do you?" Malfoy rolled up his sleeves and sneered, "I've never lost a fight..."
"Oh, really, Malfoy?" Rolf suddenly appeared behind him, patted the shoulder of the boy who claimed to have "never lost a fight," and said with a smile:
"I haven't lost either. How about we go outside and try?"