...

"Gan, at this point, we can only take one step at a time!"

At present, these analyzes are all deduced by Jerry himself based on the results. He is not sure whether this is really the case.

After all, it stands to reason that the Sorting Hat's sorting is subjectively based on the young wizard's deepest thoughts, and he clearly wants to go to Gryffindor.

Could it be that what he wanted to go to deep down in his heart was actually Slytherin?

Forget it, there is no need to worry about this now. Since I have been sorted into Slytherin, I can only study magic at Hogwarts as a Slytherin.

He looked up at Professor McGonagall, whom he had gotten along well with before, on the podium.

Looking at Professor Snape on the teacher's desk, who looked as gloomy, harsh, cold and mean as a big bat, Jerry couldn't help but sigh again.

The plan really can’t keep up with the changes!

The basket of Gryffindor strategies I had formulated before was now of no use. I could only use my brain again to re-plan a Slytherin route.

But he thought about it carefully and realized that becoming a Slytherin was not entirely a bad thing.

At least Snape, although he was harsh and mean to the wizards of other houses (especially Gryffindor), was still very friendly to the young wizards of his own house.

Moreover, Snape is proficient in all kinds of black magic. If you can build a good relationship with him, you may have the opportunity to learn a lot of more lethal black magic.

"Harry Potter...Gryffindor!"

At this moment, Harry, who was famous and attracting much attention, was sorted into Gryffindor by fate after communicating with the Sorting Hat for a while. At this point, the sorting ceremony officially ended.

"Draco, I didn't expect you to be sorted into Slytherin. We are really destined!"

After Jerry came back to his senses, he looked at the trio of little Malfoys sitting far away from him. His eyes moved, and he immediately walked over and squeezed in between them, and then put his arms around them enthusiastically.

on the shoulders.

"Yes...destined..."

(Of course I am a Slytherin, how could you be a Slytherin!)

Little Malfoy suddenly stiffened, his face twitching and forcing a smile.

Just now when he saw Jerry being sorted into Slytherin, he almost cursed on the spot.

He couldn't understand why a rude and reckless man like Jerry could be assigned to a noble and elegant Slytherin.

However, in view of the opponent's fighting skills of beating them one on three on the train, after the sorting was over, he still endured his anger and took Goyle and Crabbe to sit far away from Jerry.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late. Fighting with his body is not the behavior of an elegant Slytherin wizard. After he learns magic well, he must let the other party know the price of angering a noble Malfoy.

"Draco, your relationship seems to be very good!"

At this time, the short-haired little witch sitting opposite Malfoy looked at Jerry, Malfoy and others who were hugging each other, showing surprised expressions.

"That is, Draco, Goyle, Crabbe and I met on the train, and we became good friends at that time, don't you think so?"

Jerry squinted his eyes and put a little more force on Malfoy and Goyle's arms.

As if recalling some bad memories, the three of them trembled at the same time, and then nodded reluctantly.

"Hello, my name is Jerry Kamen!"

"Pansy Parkinson!"

Jerry took his right hand away from Goyle's shoulder and stretched it towards Pansy.

Pansy was stunned for a moment, but she still reached out and shook Jerry lightly.

With Malfoy's arrogance, the friends he is willing to make must be very outstanding pure-blood family wizards. However, why has Jerry Kamen never heard of this name before?

"The dinner begins!"

At this moment, Principal Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the teachers' table, slowly stood up and announced loudly.

...

As Dumbledore's voice fell, Jerry found that all kinds of steaming and fragrant delicacies suddenly appeared on the empty golden plates in front of him:

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks...

The silver goblets are also filled with juice, milk and other different types of drinks.

"It seems that I will have to spend time learning this cooking magic in the future!"

Seeing these delicious foods that suddenly appeared, Jerry's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to add cooking magic to his magic learning plan.

After learning cooking magic, he can greatly reduce the time he spends cooking every day when he returns to the main world.

By the way, the magic that can take care of housework must not be left behind either!

Jerry was planning all kinds of magic he would learn in the future, and his body movements did not stop. Like other hungry little wizards, his stomach was already growling.

He didn't know whether it was because he was too hungry, or because the house elf's cooking magic was indeed very good. He felt that the delicacies on the table tasted particularly delicious today.

"Pansy, long time no see, you cut your hair short..."

While Jerry was eating, Malfoy pretended to talk to Pansy and quietly moved his position.

"Draco, you actually noticed it, doesn't it look good?"

Pansy's face turned slightly red.

"Well...it looks pretty!"

Jerry glanced and saw little Malfoy leaving beside him, and smiled to himself but did not stop him.

The effect he wanted has been achieved. It doesn't matter whether little Malfoy sits next to him or not.

"ah…!"

Just as he was halfway through a piece of steak, Jerry suddenly heard the screams of the little wizards.

Looking up, he found that Malfoy and several other young wizards in the same grade were looking at him with frightened expressions.

He turned his head to look in confusion, and saw a haggard, hollow-eyed, and terrifying-looking ghost, wearing a silver blood-stained robe, who didn't know when he was sitting next to him.

"Hello, I'm Jerry Kamen, a freshman in Slytherin!"

Jerry smiled, gracefully put down the knife and fork in his hand, and nodded slightly to the ghost next to him.

The ghost turned his head and glanced at Jerry with some surprise. This was the first time he met a new student who was not afraid of him. A hint of appreciation appeared on his scary face:

"Barrow, or you can call me Bloody Barrow like other ghosts. I am the ghost of Slytherin. Welcome to join Slytherin!"

"Thanks!"

After a brief chat, Jerry continued to eat the steak calmly.

As an adult, especially one who has experienced life and death, and also had lives under his command, he would not be frightened by a ghost.

Seeing that Jerry was not afraid at all and chatted with the scary ghost so elegantly and calmly, most of the first-year Slytherins, including some second-year wizards, showed admiration.
Chapter completed!