018: Main Plot Update

"If I were a wizard, I think I should send you to Azkaban. Believe me, boy, Azkaban is your final destination."

Looks like the Sorting Hat isn't kidding.

"But I'm just a hat. Godric Gryffindor told me to appreciate every student."

The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment and his voice rang in Altaïr's ears.

"I think you would do well in Slytherin, and maybe when people want to send you to Azkaban, they won't be able to."

The Sorting Hat made the decision for him and his voice echoed throughout the Great Hall.

"Slytherins!"

Cheers were heard and Altaïr calmly put down the Sorting Hat. At the last moment, he used the Lord of the Rings to induct the Sorting Hat. As for his affairs, the Sorting Hat did not tell Dumbledore or the others the truth.

Altaïr stood up from his seat and saw Professor McGonagall's eyes looking a little disappointed, but more importantly, worried.

Hermione's expression showed a trace of annoyance, she pursed her lips and she seemed unhappy, she seemed to be sad because the two of them were not in the same university.

Altaïr walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Some elders and sisters came to greet him.

Draco approached Altaïr and said:

"My name is Draco Malfoy. You should have heard of my name, at least Malfoy. Your name seems to be Shelby, right? I don't remember any wizarding family with this name."

"I'm a muggle wizard. As for the Malfoy you mentioned, I'm sorry, I haven't heard of him."

Altaïr looked at Decorah and did not give him a good look.

This guy is full of purebloods and is very discriminatory towards muggles and half-bloods. This cannot be changed. There's no need to be nice to him.

Malfoy's face turned a little ugly, but considering he was in the Great Hall, there was nothing he could do, so he just huffed.

Altaïr ignored him, if Malfoy applied his supposed pureblood theory to himself, then he wouldn't mind letting Malfoy know who Shelby was.

From the rise of the Shelby family to the present, they have been killed with knives and bullets. The road has been paved with the blood of the enemy and the glory has been forged with the bones of the enemy. The souls who died in Shelby's Road to the Rise are no better than those who died at the hands of Voldemort.

In the years when Voldemort first became famous, he murdered tens of thousands of Muggles to form the Inferi Army. Now those Inferi still keep the Slytherin locket in the Inferi Lake.

Altaïr pretended to watch the selection ceremony, but was actually concentrating on the system.

"Ding! The host successfully joined Slytherin, completed the current main quest, and received a reward of 100 plot points."

"Main mission!"

Current mission: make a name for yourself

Quest Objective: The Dark Lord's reputation will begin with Slytherin. This semester, increase Slytherin by at least 150 points and win the Academy Cup!

Quest Reward: Gandalf's Spell Notes, 1500 Plot Points.

Note: At the end of the quest, for every point the host adds to Slytherin, the host will receive a reward of 10 plot points. If the host does not get 150 points, the mission will fail and there will be no reward.

"So, if I can add 1,000 points, can I directly get 10,000 plot points?"

Altaïr thought about it and thought it was unlikely.

Even if he killed Voldemort, Dumbledore wouldn't give him a thousand points.

"And according to the original plot, Gryffindor won this year's Academy Cup. At the end of the semester, Dumbledore will definitely find an excuse to give Gryffindor extra points. I have to find a way to let Harry and Ron deduct more points. "Just split it up."

"I have to turn more grandmothers into fewer grandmothers."

Altaïr looked at Harry and the others with pity, and then at Hermione, feeling a little embarrassed.

Sorry, Hermione dear, I'm going to stab you in the back, Gryffindors.

I just hope that Hermione, who worked hard to get extra points at the end, doesn't cry.

The selection ceremony ended soon. Lavender Brown, who was on the ship with them, also entered Gryffindor. She was one of the few girls who entered Gryffindor. She should be Hermione's roommate.

Realizing this, Altaïr remembered that this familiar little wizard was Ron's ex-girlfriend.

Hermione was still jealous of her.

Altaïr looked at Hermione and saw that she was looking directly at him, her lips pursed and looking a little aggrieved.

Altaïr smiled slightly and winked.

Hermione pouted, leaning across the table and turning her head to the side.

To be honest, Altaïr didn't remember having such a deep relationship with Hermione, after thinking about it, it could be because of the short time they spent together on the train, and Hogwarts was a strange place for Hermione.

Most people are used to being with familiar people in strange places.

After the selection ceremony, Dumbledore gave some instructions to the young wizards. After talking a lot, he applauded, and immediately the plates on the four long tables were filled with food.

"Dinner starts!"

Altaïr dried his hands on a napkin, elegantly took a piece of meat and ate it slowly.

Hermione looked at him across the table, looking unhappy, but she'd been hungry all afternoon, so she still bought a cream pudding.

Beside her, Ron had a chicken thigh in each hand and ate it in large bites, filling his mouth with oil and making a grunt.

She frowned and looked at him, then looked at Altaïr who was cutting the steak gracefully and sighed helplessly:

"I want to go to Slytherin!!"