"Slytherin!"

A loud voice screamed above his head, waking him from the haze of chaos.

He closed his eyes tightly, immersed in the pain that seemed to be split when he was hit by a big truck the previous second. What solidified in front of him was a book called "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", with the cover splattered with his own blood.

"Slytherin?"

Instinctively, he murmured to himself.

"Yes, I never make any mistakes. You are a natural Slytherin!" a subtle voice swears in his ear, like a whisper between friends.

"And, this is what you expect, isn't it?" the sharp voice continued to chatter, with a sense of pride in his tone.

Then he felt that the scene was a little terrifying. What was talking on his head?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and at the same time, I instinctively raised my hand and grabbed it on my head, touching something that was still twisting.

He bounced up from his seat with a "swish" and pulled the thing above his head down, and threw it to the ground hard, almost stepping forward and stepping on it.

In a state of shock, he looked closely and realized that it was a hat.

A ragged and dirty pointed hat.

At this moment, the hat was twisting on the ground, with a wide crack like a mouth cracked on it, and he started to scream.

"Oh, I swear, you are the first little head who dared to throw me on the ground since the founding of Hogwarts!"

"You reckless, if I hadn't made any mistakes, you should have been assigned to Gryffindor!" it shouted.

He looked at the unknown object squirming on the ground, twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressing the urge to throw it into the lake and wash it away, and looked away.

He then realized that he was in an extremely luxurious auditorium, with four long tables spread out in different colors, and beside him were filled with young girls in black robes. At this time, they were staring at him and talking loudly.

"Mr. Foley, how long do you have to stand here? Hurry up and sit at your table." A serious female voice rang beside him.

He turned his head and saw a tall woman in an emerald green robe, wearing square glasses, with a serious and scheming look, and her black hair was tied into a tight bun.

She was bent over and picked up the chattering hat from the ground.

Without her reminder, he also found that his behavior was inappropriate and had been here for too long.

"Oh, OK. Sorry, I've caused you trouble, ma'am." He said sincerely, while his body bowed slightly gracefully, like an instinct engraved in genes.

The black-haired lady nodded reservedly and pointed to him at the long table covered with green tablecloth.

He walked away quickly, his steps were rapid, but his back was straight, making his movements seem urgent and elegant.

But this is not his habit.

"Harry Potter!"

The dark-haired lady shouted behind him, drawing everyone's eyes at the long table.

He froze slightly, then continued to step, found an empty seat at the green long table and sat down.

Fortunately, not many people paid attention to him at this time, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the boy sitting in a chair waiting for the branch.

He turned his head and looked over. The boy on the chair was thin and his face was covered by his dirty hat. Only a few strands of messy black hair stubbornly poked out from under the brim of the hat.

"Harry Potter," he murmured.

"I've traveled through time," he said in his heart, "traveled into the world of Harry Potter."

He closed his eyes and suddenly sighed deeply.

“Gryffindor!”

The hat shouted, and assigned the boy who survived the disaster to Gryffindor.

Amid the deafening cheers of the little lions, he heard the boy sitting next to him snorting heavily, dragging his long voice and saying, "Oh, he will always regret it!"

He turned his head and looked. Sitting beside him was a boy with light blond hair. His chin was thin, his face was pale, and his face was cute, but he looked arrogant. At this time, his gray eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, the boy turned his head and said in a slow voice: "Brian, what's going on with you? Your performance just now is like a fool!"

He didn't care about the boy's words, but thought thoughtfully: "My name is Brian? Brian Foley?"

"I think any qualified pure blood family should not be too nervous at the branch ceremony. We are born to belong to the noble Slytherin."

Seeing that Brian did not reply, the boy continued to say in a slow tone, no longer paying attention to the ongoing branch ceremony.

"Of course, there are some scum, especially those with red-haired Weasleys." The boy added, "they have smeared the honor of pure blood."

"By the way, what's wrong with you? You look strange." The boy looked at him with gray eyes and asked in confusion.

"Oh, nothing, Draco, I just had a headache." Brian covered his forehead and said. He guessed the identity of the boy, Draco Malfoy.

Draco nodded proudly and said, "Yes, this branch ceremony is stinky and long, and it cannot show the noble character of our Slytherin at all."

"If I had to say, there should be a wizard duel, which distinguished us from those reckless idiots, clumsy idiots, and rigid nerds." Draco looked at Gryffindor in annoyance and said, "Of course, the most important thing is to let those smelly mud breeds go back to their hometown!"

"Enough, Draco, I feel a little uncomfortable..." Brian helped interrupt the boy's gusto bragging.

At this time, he obviously didn't have the intention to deal with the boy in front of him who was obviously in the second phase.

"Perhaps, I can write to tell my dad about this idea. I dare to guarantee that he will agree..." Draco said this, glanced at Brian's pale face, and then closed his mouth.

Brian breathed a light sigh, put one hand on the table, and rubbed his eyebrows hard. He had not had time to sort out the situation at this time.

In his feeling, he had just had a car accident. The car he was driving was hit hard by a large truck, and his body was squeezed as if it was broken. This was definitely not a situation where he could survive.

When I returned to the scene, I was full of reluctance. After that, the world fell into a rich but short-lived darkness. When I opened my eyes, I found myself coming to Hogwarts.

"This body seems to be from the pure blood family, familiar with Malfoy, but Fry? It seems that he has never heard of it."

He was just an ordinary Harry Potter fan in his previous life. He had only read the original work a few times, and had not delved into the secrets hidden under the story, or had explored the stories behind the scenes.

Brian rubbed his head with a split headache and found that all kinds of food appeared out of thin air on the table.

The branch ceremony ended unknowingly.

Feeling the hunger of her stomach burning, Brian endured the headache and wanted to vomit, and took a portion of potato chips and forced herself to eat it.

This is a habit developed in previous lives. No matter how uncomfortable the body is, you have to stuff the meal into your stomach, otherwise the face will only cause more suffering.

Chewing the potato chips slowly, the taste was really not very good, after all, it was British food.

However, even though this body was uncomfortable trying to faint, the body still sat straight and did not make any sound during meals. The etiquette of the dining table seemed to penetrate the instinct, and was impeccably elegant.

In this era, the noble-like etiquette was followed, and it definitely came from the ancient family.

Chewing and slowly cleaning the food on the plate, Brian looked around the dining table and picked up a mint hard candy and put it in his mouth in surprise.

The scent of mint melted in his mouth, making Brian feel clear of his mind and his head doesn't seem to hurt so much.

Beside him was Slytherin's ghost "Barrow" who was staring at him with his dull eyes, his body covered with silver splattered blood.

"Mr. Barrow, do you want one?" Brian smiled at him awkwardly.

Bloodman Barrow stared at him for a long time, and just as Brian was about to turn to the beginning, his hoarse voice sounded: "No."

Brian nodded at him with a smile, turned to look at the teacher's seat in the auditorium.

He could see Dumbledore, the old silver-haired bearded grandfather, at this moment he was carefully savoring a plate of buttered pies. Under the half-moon glasses, his eyes were focused and calm.

Next to it is Professor McGonagall, who is in charge of the branch office. She is meticulous even when eating.

The big Hagrid had thick black hair and beard, as wide as three Dumbledores, and was drinking wildly with a glass of wine the size of a basin.

Professor Snape, with greasy black hair, was very eye-catching with the hooked nose, and was staring at the direction of the Gryffindor long table in a gloomy manner.

Finally, Brian looked at Professor Quirrell, his face pale and trembling slightly, and his head was wrapped in a huge purple scarf, which made his head wide.
Chapter completed!