CHAPTER-46 ''Absent Mind ''

Darren certainly wasn't at all lost. 

He had intended to enter Slytherin. At first, he thought that if the Sorting Hat wouldn't let him into Slytherin, he would learn from Harry.

In his head, he kept saying that he was going to Slytherin, annoying the sorting hat.

It's just that this approach is a little too unsafe. He later remembered the Neville thing. In fact, Neville was more suitable for Hufflepuff at first.

He loves herbs and has a good temper. He's just a bit of a coward. The Sorting Hat gave him some courage to give him a share of Gryffindor. Apparently, the sorting cap is not so rigid.

So he tried again. When the Sorting Hat is in the mind, he sees himself as righteous and courageous, as well.

His courage is on display to the maximum.

Sure enough, the Sorting Hat felt that his courage was too much and did not recommend that he go to Gryffindor. Instead, he was more recommended for Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. Of course, after he offered to be closer to Harry, he was assigned to Slytherin.

As for the fight scene with Harry, there was no way. After all, as a little holy father who worshipped his brother, how could he not seek his brother's comfort after being assigned to Slytherin, which was the opposite of his brother?

It was Harry's performance that made him a little confused.

Why, his brother was assigned to Slytherin, and his brother was the bad guy?

This really doesn't give him a whole deal. He had intended to tell Harry after he nodded to him that Slytherin and Gryffindor were the same, that they were all good boys, and that they had reaped a wave of Father Value.

When Harry did this, his Holy Father Light was not brought into play at all. Sure enough, reality is not a game and cannot be carried out exactly as he imagined.

Darren sighed again. He felt like his heart was bleeding. At this moment, how many Father's values have been lost!

When the food comes up in the back.

He just ate a big chicken leg, bit a chicken claw that he didn't know who gave him, nibbled on a piece of cake, and took a small pudding with milk. "Absent-minded" ate it.

Well, what a fragrance! If it weren't for his current human set-up, he would have learned from the Gryffindor side and gobbled it up.

However, he was now a little holy father who had just been rejected by his brother, and he could not make such a strange move, which would make him look like he had no heart and no lungs.

...

The boy was absent-minded from the time he was assigned to Slytherin until the end of meal time. Snape suspected that he might not know what he was eating. Because he saw Malfoy next to Darren, he put a chicken foot in his plate with a bad eye, and he ate it casually.

Snape seemed to see who he was.

When he was assigned to Slytherin, Lily had the same look as Harry Potter. No, Lily was just a little upset and laughed afterwards. They were good friends at the time.

But Harry Potter is different. He ignored Darren in full view of everyone. Didn't he really think how sad his brother would be in his heart?

Snape looked with some disgust at the Gryffindor table, the devouring Harry Potter, and the Weasleys cub next to him. A reckless boy, in the eyes of this Potter, was even more important than his twin brother. Snape snorted coldly. How stupid!

...

Harry had completely forgotten about Darren's entry into Slytherin. In the end, he is just a small child, and he is forgetful.

He was angry that Darren had entered Slytherin, so he deliberately ignored him, but then thought about going to Darren tomorrow.

It was his brother after all, and he still liked him. And his brother looked cuter than he was, and Harry was still very proud of him.

He thought that there must have been some misunderstanding, maybe Mr. Sorting Hat had made a mistake! Mr. Sorting Hat also wanted to send him to Slytherin House, but he insisted on not going. Darren shouldn't have known that the Sorting Hat could refuse, so he went to Slytherin. Anyway,

Harry felt that he wasn't like those bad wizards. He had only been angry because Ron had said that Darren and Slytherin had come closer.

He felt that Slytherin was a bad guy except for Darren. Darren shouldn't have approached them.

It's just that this has to be said tomorrow, and he still needs to face the feast in front of him. He raised his eyes and glanced quietly in Darren's direction.

He's dealing with a piece of cake. Fortunately, his anger did not affect Darren's appetite. Harry ate and drank with relief. Finally, his stomach couldn't fill up a little more.

That's when he looked up. He saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore talking seriously, but Dumbledore shook his head.

He also saw Professor Quirrell with a ridiculous piece of cloth wrapped around his head on the back of his head, and what to say to a professor with greasy hair and hooked nose. But the professor didn't listen at all. His eyes were looking at him with disgust.

"Oops!"

Harry covered his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Percy asked.

"No, nothing."

Harry shook his head.

The wound goes from painful to disappearing for a moment.

The only thing he remembered was the sallow professor, who probably hated him terribly.

"Who was the professor who spoke to Professor Quirrell?"

"That's Professor Potions, Professor Snape of Slytherin House, and he loves to deduct points from Gryffindor, and I hope you don't get caught wrong by him."

Percy shrugged and said.

Harry looked up at Professor Snape for a moment, who was no longer looking at him.

Harry looked back, feeling hungry again, and wanted to take another piece of pudding, only to find that everything on the table had disappeared.

Dumbledore stood up.

"Well, everyone has eaten and drunk enough, so let me announce the precautions:

First-year students are forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest, as are students of other grades.

Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the hallway.

Finally, I would like to remind everyone that those who do not want to die a tragic death and encounter accidents should not go near the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed and found that only a few people were laughing like this.

"Now, let's sing the school song!"

As soon as Dumbledore waved his hand, golden ribbons flew out of his wand, twisting into words over the table.

"Prepare, sing!"