Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Harry Potter begs him to come to Gryffindor?

Orochimaru stood quietly in the line of young wizards, watching the first student step forward to put on the Sorting Hat.

Hannah Abbott was an unassuming girl. Although she tried to appear calm, her hands trembled uncontrollably the moment she picked up the Sorting Hat.

Although the Sorting Hat had already explained that each of the four houses had its own strengths, Orochimaru and his group already understood.

The arrogant ghost chose Slytherin.

The nerd went to Ravenclaw.

The fool is Gryffindor.

Nobody wants Hufflepuff.

Each of the four houses has its shortcomings, but ultimately, the stage of the entire wizarding world does not belong to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

These two houses, compared to Gryffindor and Slytherin, seem more like foils and foils.

Just like the other three great nations, the Water Country and the Sand Country seem to be mere foils to the other three.

Before the Ninja World War even began, they were already being attacked; after the war ended, they were still unable to clean up the mess.

The changes in the world are irrelevant to them, but they have to bear the world's suffering.

Orochimaru smiled sinisterly at this thought and looked up at the auditorium.

It must be admitted that magic does have its unique features. The entire hall was frighteningly large, and the four enormous long tables, placed in this hall, did not seem crowded at all; on the contrary, they looked rather tiny.

Hundreds of students sat on either side of the four long tables, arranged by their respective colleges, like four distinct rivers.

At the end of this river stood the professors' long table.

Dumbledore, the white-bearded old wizard, sat in the center, with the other professors spreading out to the two sides around him.

They looked down over the entire auditorium, whispering among themselves about this year's new students.

Orochimaru could clearly feel several gazes falling on him.

First it was Dumbledore, then Snape, and then even Hagrid was looking at him. But what Orochimaru found most interesting was a professor with a sack wrapped around his head, looking like an Indian.

He was pale and had delicate features, like a coward who would wet his pants if he went to war.

But this professor, the faint killing intent emanating from him was actually stronger than that of Snape.

"Harry, do you see that professor with the bandage wrapped around his head?"

Orochimaru said softly, but then suddenly realized that he had spoken at the wrong time.

Harry was extremely nervous. Although he already knew that this so-called Sorting Test was nothing more than putting a hat on his head, the absurd feeling of entrusting his fate to a hat still made him breathe rapidly.

Several more students then stepped forward to be chosen by the Sorting Hat.

When Malfoy's two henchmen went to Slytherin, Hermione Granger was so nervous that she walked with her toes askew when her name was called.

Orochimaru chuckled and shook his head.

"Gryffindor!"

Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor as she had hoped. She yanked off her hat and, barely containing her excitement, ran to the Gryffindor table.

The Gryffindors cheered in unison.

Next up was Draco Malfoy. He deliberately slowed his pace as he passed Orochimaru, as if to express his displeasure.

Orochimaru ignored him, simply watching calmly as Draco Malfoy put the Sorting Hat on his head.

Oh, it's not even really worn on the head.

The greasy, dirty hat barely touched Draco Malfoy's hair before it screamed that Malfoy belonged to someone else.

"Slytherin!"

The Slytherins at the Slytherin table were very satisfied with the choice. They all stood up and applauded Draco Malfoy, welcoming this new student who fit the Slytherin standard from beginning to end.

After several dozen new students were assigned to the program, the biggest highlight of the night began.

"Harry Potter!"

A moment of silence fell over the Great Hall the instant Professor McGonagall read Harry Potter's name from the long parchment.

Although no one said it aloud, everyone's eyes burned with desire.

They all wanted the boy who had miraculously survived and longed for him to enter their academy.

Even the professors on the platform subconsciously stopped talking and turned their attention to Harry Potter, wanting to see which house he would be sorted into.

Orochimaru was also watching, scrutinizing Harry's lips.

He seemed to be bargaining with the Sorting Hat, and after a long exchange between the two, the Sorting Hat finally made a decision.

"Gryffindor!"

The moment the Sorting Hat announced the results, the other three houses fell silent, except for the Gryffindor long table, which erupted in noise.

Their cheers of "We got Potter!" never stopped, as if they had won the Ninja World War.

Orochimaru watched leisurely as Harry got off the stool and walked to the Gryffindor long table, where he was greeted by students from his house patting him on the shoulder.

In some respects...

This Gryffindor house feels more like Harry's new home.

Orochimaru thought to himself, then looked at Ron Weasley's sorting. He had also been sorted into Gryffindor, alongside his group of red-haired brothers.

To put it bluntly, if Orochimaru really had the choice, he would now be inclined to be assigned to Gryffindor.

Hermione, Harry, Ron.

These three were practically a well-equipped Jinchuriki combat team, with a brilliant tactician, a powerful Jinchuriki, and a true-blue ninja village direct descendant.

Orochimaru sighed inwardly, then looked up and heard Professor McGonagall calling his name.

"Slack Anguilar!"

By the time Professor McGonagall called Orochimaru's name, the sorting process was already nearing its end. Only a few scattered freshmen who hadn't yet been sorted remained after him.

Naturally, the previous excitement surrounding the branch campus also subsided.

The students were starving after a whole night of Sorting Ceremony. Plus, with the main event, Harry Potter's Sorting, already over, everyone was somewhat lacking in enthusiasm.

Orochimaru walked slowly to the three-legged stool and glanced at the various academies.

The students of Hufflepuff Academy maintained their expectant expressions, but their eyes began to dart around, as if afraid that their negligence might hurt Orochimaru's feelings.

All I can say is that this is indeed a kind-hearted college.

The Ravenclaw students were a bit more noticeable; they had already started whispering and discussing the next semester, and no one was paying attention to Orochimaru's placement results anymore.

As for Gryffindor...

Orochimaru could see clearly that Hermione was sitting in the corner of the long table, wanting to join the conversation.

But nobody paid any attention to her.

The Weasley twins were only interested in connecting their younger brother with Harry, and with just a few words, Harry was integrated into Gryffindor House.

It can only be said that, although they are both Gryffindor students, there is still a huge gap between them.

Orochimaru withdrew his gaze and looked at the last academy.

Slytherin.

The atmosphere in the academy is very strange now. Everyone pretends not to care, but everyone is secretly watching Harry Potter.

It's a bit ridiculous, and a bit pathetic.

Orochimaru pondered silently, but found the sorting hat on his head particularly strange. He had expected the hat to immediately announce which academy he should attend.

But ever since it put on the hat, the Sorting Hat has fallen silent.

He neither spoke nor asked any questions, as if he were dead.

Silence always has power.

The Hufflepuffs were the first to notice something was wrong; they all looked up and curiously stared at Orochimaru sitting on the round stool.

The Ravenclaw students followed closely behind; they were very perceptive and immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The Sorting Hat's prolonged silence is certainly unusual.

The next moment, the people of Slytherin also stopped glancing at Harry and turned their attention to Orochimaru, who was sitting on the round stool.

What exactly is going on?

Why hasn't he separated into different colleges yet?

This silence and curiosity seemed to spread like a cold, instantly infecting the entire Great Hall, until finally even the Gryffindor long table realized what was happening.

The main reason is Harry Potter.

He looked up in confusion, staring at Orochimaru who hadn't been assigned to Gryffindor for a long time, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Slack! Come to Gryffindor!"

Harry stood up and shouted.

His shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly waking up the puzzled students at the Gryffindor long table.

How could a friend whom Harry values ​​not be assigned to Gryffindor?

The next second, the Gryffindor students also roared at Orochimaru one after another.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

Their shouts flowed like a river, echoing throughout the auditorium.

Orochimaru clearly saw that the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, who had initially been quite interested in him, subconsciously turned their gazes away.

They didn't want to get involved in this competition, especially with the legendary Harry Potter.

But while they don't want to, others do.

A student wearing a prefect's badge stood up from the Slytherin table, his gaze burning like flames as he looked at Orochimaru.

As soon as he made a move, the Slytherin students all stood up, their eyes and gestures conveying their invitation. Even Malfoy and his followers reluctantly stood up, turning their gazes to Orochimaru.

very funny.

Orochimaru's gaze swept over the four academies, but in the end, he couldn't help but voice his question in his mind.

"What are you hesitating about, the hat?"