Because it was truly terrible, they no longer felt nervous about the mysterious Sorting Ceremony.
Then they shifted their gaze to the head table, noticing the famous Dumbledore, and…
A… a cat-headed Professor?!
Wait, did he just eat a dried fish?!
"Those whose names I call, please step forward!" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted the children's murmuring.
Soon, the Sorting Ceremony ended. Dumbledore stood up, gave a brief speech, and then the feast began immediately.
Howl clinked glasses with those around him, and after he had eaten enough, he said: "Regarding our previous topic, I plan to organize a club once things settle down."
"No, I'm not interested at all." Snape refused flatly, but Professor Flitwick was quite enthusiastic.
"I plan to organize a Duelling Club. To be honest, I initially thought of a fighting club, which would be more bloody, but we are Wizards after all," Howl said.
Snape's heart skipped a beat, and he gasped.
Duelling Club… dueling, combat… Defense Against the Dark Arts…
Snape hadn't established his own club; he was too lazy to waste his time on it.
But today, as soon as Howl mentioned the Duelling Club, his mind raced, and he understood what the club's purpose would be.
"Hmm… perhaps that's not a bad idea, and I have plenty of time." Snape picked up his glass and turned around.
After hearing Howl's idea, Professor Flitwick immediately expressed strong interest as well.
What many Little Wizards didn't know was that the kind, rarely angry Charms Class Professor they saw was once a Duelling Champion in his youth.
Unfortunately, he might not have that much time and could only occasionally participate in club activities.
Howl had thought of inviting both of them early on. Professor Flitwick goes without saying, and as for Snape, although Howl didn't interact with him much, he could tell that he was very experienced in combat.
Below, Harry was busily dealing with the first-year Slytherins, who were a bit too enthusiastic, making Harry quite uncomfortable.
After dealing with them, Draco looked at Harry: "Are you going to try out for Quidditch?"
Harry immediately thought of his Firebolt and smiled: "I'm afraid my friend would be very disappointed if I didn't go."
"Alright." Draco's lips curved into a smile, and he looked up: "I can tell you in advance, I'm going too. Maybe you can prepare tissues for your friend."
Harry was immediately choked by the orange juice and coughed for a long time. He looked at Draco, his face red, unable to understand why he was so arrogant.
When he got to his dormitory, he immediately understood.
A luxurious broom appeared next to Draco's luggage, with carefully selected chestnut twigs as the broom head, bundled with gilded copper plates etched with intricate magical runes.
The entire broomstick curved twice, forming a shape more suitable for riding.
And at the end of the broomstick were golden letters.
Nimbus 2001.
"How does it look?" Draco proudly introduced it to Harry: "You'll see me riding it and dominating the field then."
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed the broom next to Harry's bed.
A soft, floppy broom head, a featureless broomstick.
Isn't this a household broom for sweeping?!
"Harry, is this your broom?" Draco looked at him blankly: "You're going to use this… to win against other people's brooms?"
Draco couldn't bear to say anything else, not even comparing it to his own Nimbus 2001.
Even against Gryffindor's old Comet models, there was no chance.
"He can do it, I believe." Harry's lips curved into a smile.
"Alright." Draco couldn't bear to discourage Harry, and he felt a little secretly pleased.
He had finally gained an advantage!
In the dead of night, a dark shadow quietly and carefully moved in the dormitory.
Sweeping the trash and dust from Harry's bedside towards Draco's bed.
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The classes the next morning were relatively easy, a Charms Class and a Transfiguration class. In both classes, Slytherin easily earned some house points.
Then in the afternoon, he arrived at his most anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was on the second floor, brightly lit and spacious. Generally speaking, the classroom's setup can really reflect a Professor's style.
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