Hogwarts Asylum

"Yes...really," Quirrell smiled reluctantly, "I...I just...just know that my mother...never...mentioned...she...she..."

Quirrell stuttered, but in his heart he prayed that the little wizards would arrive at the auditorium quickly.

It seemed that God heard Quirrell's thoughts. In the middle of Quirrell's words, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and the little wizards poured into the auditorium excitedly.

However, Oluolin didn't intend to let Quirrell go just like that. After all, the first-year students hadn't arrived yet, and the opening ceremony hadn't officially started yet.

"What's wrong with her? Quirinas. Why are you wearing a headscarf? Aren't you hot? The banquet will start soon. It's not convenient to eat with such a long headscarf——"

As he said that, O'Loughlin suddenly reached out and patted the back of Quirrell's head, and also held the middle of the turban and shook it.

Quirrell was startled by Oluolin's actions. He directly slapped Oluolin's offending master's hand away. Then he remembered the legend about Oluolin that he had heard when he was in school. At that time, Oluolin Although he no longer appears in everyone's sight, his legend is getting louder and louder.

Quirrell quickly apologized and said: "Yes... I'm sorry, O... Ouluo... Luo Lin... sir, I... I'm not... used to... people... touching my... my head."

Olorin smiled and said: "Don't worry, Quirinas, I was too abrupt. But the quality of this scarf feels pretty good. Did you buy it from Diagon Alley? I'll get one done some other day."

"Yes... I'm..."

It took Quirrell more than a minute to finish his little story about Africa, and Eurolin found it difficult to listen.

"Zombies are indeed difficult to deal with. They are dead people, but they are controlled by black magic. I even think zombies are more difficult to deal with than trolls. What do you think?"

"I...I haven't...never encountered...a giant...troll...no..."

Oralin could probably understand why Quirrell spoke like this, because anyone who chatted with him would quickly lose interest in him. Although this was not in line with Quirrell's long-term goals, it did help him complete his master's current mission. Most helpful.

"Okay," now that Orolin had pinched the Dark Lord's last nose as he wished, he no longer bothered Quirrell, and Dumbledore happened to be there, "I still have to help Severus find Dumbledore. Lido takes a leave of absence, he may not be able to attend the opening ceremony."

After speaking, Orolin stood up and walked towards Dumbledore.

"It seems that you had a good chat with our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Michael." Dumbledore saw Orolin walking towards him, "Do you have any interesting stories to share?"

Orolin had always been curious about whether Dumbledore knew there was something wrong with Quirrell when he recruited him to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Although in his previous life, O'Loughlin had read various interpretations of Harvard science that said Dumbledore knew, but judging from the timeline that O'Loughlin knows now, Quirrell first applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before going out to gain experience. The Dark Lord was found.

Could it be that Dumbledore had already had a premonition at that time?He also has the gift of prophecy?

"Quirrell was probably beaten by a vampire somewhere. He smells like garlic." Oralin said casually, "By the way, Dumbledore, I'll ask for leave for Severus. He may not be able to attend the opening ceremony."

"What's wrong with him?" Dumbledore said, he was a little confused. Snape had almost never missed the opening ceremony temporarily in all the years he had been the dean.

"He," O'Loughlin said, "he wants to test my strength when he has nothing to do, do you understand?"

Dumbledore looked deeply at Orolin, but said nothing.

After O'Loughlin sat down on Quirrell's right side again, Professor McGonagall finally led the first-year students into the auditorium. The young wizards of all grades who had been sitting at the dining table looked at them one by one.

Harry was in the middle, followed by Ron, Hermione, and Neville.

At this time, Hermione was walking while reciting the spells she had memorized and the corresponding spells.

Neville almost fainted when he heard the voice in front of him. Although he knew that his memory was bad, he didn't know that it was so bad. He seemed to have never heard what Hermione said, never!

Ron's hands were shaking a little. He saw George and Fred sitting not far away looking at him with evil smiles on their faces. It was the expression he had when they exposed the bad things he had done to his mother. That meant He will be in trouble.

"Can you please stop reading, you are about to read my heart out!" Ron wanted to divert his attention as much as possible, so he pointed the finger at Hermione.

Harry's face turned a little pale. Just now, when he was trying to remember more of what Hermione was reading, the guy named Malfoy came over and said weird things like pure-blood wizards shouldn't mix with Ron, etc. The noble Malfoy family has always been Slytherin, so I suggested that Harry go too. Damn it, he didn't even remember a few spells!Are all Slytherin students so bad?

Harry looked up at the professor's chair in front of him. Sitting in the middle was Dumbledore, whom he had just seen from the picture in the afternoon. He recognized it at a glance, and Professor O'Loughlin, who was sitting on the far left. The only difference from when we parted just now was that there was an extra lily on the hat, which looked a little funny, and Harry wanted to laugh a little.

Harry suddenly looked up at the ceiling because he found Professor O'Loughlin looking towards him. For some reason, the scar on his head suddenly hurt and then went away.

"The first-year students all stood in a row with their backs to the professor's seats, and the sorting ceremony began immediately."

Professor McGonagall directed the little wizards to stand up, and then put down a stool.

In the puzzled eyes of the little wizards, Professor McGonagall took out the sorting hat. As soon as the sorting hat fell on the stool, he couldn't wait to sing the new song he had just composed:

Hey, yo, this is Malefak branch——

As soon as the Sorting Hat sang its first words, it was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, because this shabby hat actually said bad words!

"Hey, did it say something bad just now?"

"It's scolding!"

"Lee, is this rhythm the rap you mentioned?"

"I guess, yes."

"That's so rude!"

"I bet 1 Sickle that the Sorting Hat will be in solitary confinement."

"No one will care about you, Tridus."

"I hope Professor McGonagall can teach it a hard lesson."

"I just bought a new album, Niggaz4Life, during the holidays. It feels very similar."

"Oh woo, hey, what did you say?"

"That hat can actually talk! Aunt Petunia will definitely faint if she sees it." Harry couldn't help but think, if he took that hat back... Harry almost laughed, but he held it back , he was afraid that it would be rude to laugh out loud in front of so many people.

Hermione heard the lyrics keenly: "It was sung to the sorting house just now. What does it mean? It decides which house we should go to?"

Ron muttered: "That's it? If it's that simple, then I will definitely kill George. He said it like he has to fight a troll here, and the winner will be admitted."

Neville said weakly: "What if it asks me to take the train back..."

The little wizards were talking a lot, and even Peeves poked his head out from the corner and said: "This year's new song is very suitable for me, ha! Malefake!"