Chapter 434 Hermione Leads by a Large Margin

Harry and Ron walked into Hogwarts in the heavy rain while talking about the "something" mentioned by Malfoy. After shaking off the water drops on their bodies, they walked into the Great Hall under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.

In addition to the familiar professors, they also saw Firth and Hermione sitting side by side at the long table of Gryffindor.

"No wonder we didn't meet Hermione on the train..." Harry said enviously: "She must have come directly from Hogsmeade with Firth."

They knew that Hermione had been staying with Firth during the summer vacation, but they didn't expect that Hermione didn't have to take the Hogwarts Express even to come to school.

Harry certainly didn't have any objection to the Hogwarts Express, but he was now a fourth-year student after all, and he had long lost the novelty of the first time he took the Hogwarts Express.

And to be honest, it was indeed boring to stay on the train for most of the day, and it was possible to encounter the annoying Malfoy and the bad rainy weather like today.

So it would be great if they could wait in the school early like Firth.

If Harry and other boys were just envious of Hermione, then most of the girls looked at Hermione with jealousy.

Hermione and Firth had been together during the summer vacation, and she didn't know that she had used some tricks to become Maomao's girlfriend. After being promoted by students who watched the World Cup, the news had spread throughout the school on the train.

The little witches who were already envious of Hermione, now saw her and Maomao sitting in the hall early, and the jealousy in their hearts burned even more. If eyes could kill, Hermione would have been riddled with holes.

Unfortunately, there was no spell that could do this, so Hermione not only sat next to Firth, but also provocatively held Maomao's arm and leaned her whole body on him intimately.

After playing kissing games with Firth for a summer vacation, the little girl is now much thicker-skinned.

In fact, after a week of buffering, most of the girls who had seen the intimate relationship between Hermione and Fish at the World Cup had gradually accepted the fact that Maomao was "temporarily" "taken away" by Hermione.

Although the other girls were indignant, they could not make a fuss at the opening ceremony. Even if they had other ideas, they had to wait until later, so after the initial commotion, the girls did nothing more than glare at Hermione.

After sitting down, the Gryffindor boys gave Hermione a thumbs up, while the girls ignored her roll of eyes and continued to sit around Maomao.

After everyone sat down, they greeted each other and chatted while drying the rain on their bodies.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, Professor McGonagall, who had returned, led the first-year students in.

Although Harry and other old students were soaked by the rain, compared with these first-year students, it was nothing. They looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water, as if they had swum from the lake instead of taking a ferry.

The new students were shivering from the cold and nervousness - except for the youngest boy.

He had gray-brown hair and was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat. The coat was too big for him, and he looked like he was buried in a black blanket, with only his head showing.

He stood in a row with his terrified companions, looking back and forth at the Gryffindor table with an excited expression, and soon met the eyes of Colin Creevey, Harry's little fan.

The little boy raised his two thumbs and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!" He looked very happy about this.

Harry guessed that the boy should be Colin's brother mentioned before - Dennis Creevey.

He must be a Gryffindor.

Harry thought so.

At this time, Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the bench in front of the freshmen as she did in previous years. The hall suddenly became quiet, and the seniors stopped talking, waiting for the Sorting Hat's new song this year.

The freshmen didn't know what was going to happen, and could only stare blankly at the worn-out pointed hat on the bench.

A crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat began its annual singing.

After the song, everyone gave a warm applause to the Sorting Hat, and then Professor McGonagall stretched out the large roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call, put the hat on his head and sit on the bench," she said to the first-year students, "When the hat announces the college, go sit at the corresponding table... Stuart Ackerley!"

The Sorting Ceremony began, and everyone looked up, and whenever a student was assigned to their own college, they would give a warm applause to welcome the other party.

Of course, there are exceptions.

As in previous years, a lot of delicious food appeared on Fish's table early. Maomao took a knife and fork, ate elegantly and quickly, and occasionally picked up a piece of food and handed it to Hermione beside him.

"Hermione, ah..."

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He learned this from TV. This is what the boyfriends and girlfriends on TV do, and Hermione has always acquiesced to such behavior.

Maomao's intimate actions towards Hermione made the girls around him jealous.

"Fish, can you give me a piece?" A girl tried to ask.

"Sure," Maomao generously pushed a plate over, "Take it yourself, you're welcome, meow!"

The girl pursed her lips. The value of the food that was not fed by Maomao herself was greatly reduced, but she was too embarrassed to ask Fish to feed her directly. She could only pick up a piece from the plate and put it in her mouth. Then, while staring at Hermione who was laughing secretly, she chewed the food in her mouth viciously as if it were her.

Seeing that her attempt failed, the little witches around sighed. Maomao's discrimination was too obvious. They all felt that it would be difficult to snatch Fish from Hermione.

When Fish had almost finished the food in front of him, the sorting ceremony was over. Professor McGonagall put away the stool, the sorting hat and the parchment roll, and walked out of the hall with them.

When she returned to the hall and sat down at the head teacher's table, Dumbledore stood up.

He smiled and glanced at everyone, then winked in the direction of Fish, and then opened his arms to make a welcoming gesture.

"I only have two words to say to you," he said, his deep voice echoing in the hall, "Eat!"

The empty plate in front of Fish was filled with food again. Also filled were the empty golden plates on the table.

Everyone cheered, picked up their cutlery and reached for their favorite food, savoring it with relish.

And the cats hadn't eaten enough before, so they naturally continued to feast on it, but this time Hermione also had food in front of her, and the two of them fed each other a bite, which made the little witches next to them hate them.

Even the boys looked disgusted, and they turned their eyes away, too lazy to watch the two guys show their affection.

"Burp--"

Harry was about to put a piece of steak into his mouth with a fork, and when he saw this scene, he subconsciously burped...

His stomach was still rumbling with hunger.

He also wanted to feed Qiu Zhang...

Depressed Harry glanced at the long table of Ravenclaw and found Qiu Zhang looking at Hermione with envy, and then he became even more depressed.

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Regarding Hermione's "vomiting", I don't plan to write here, firstly, I think it's unnecessary.

Secondly, it's because Hermione knew about the existence of house elves a long time ago. At that time, she was still young and probably had no concept of the so-called equal rights. After a few years, she gradually got used to it. Moreover, she didn't see what happened to Winky, so she didn't feel deeply. In addition, the cat has its own elf. Even if Hermione has an opinion, it should not be as radical as in the original book.

In fact, Hermione's performance in the original book is somewhat inconsistent with her smart personality. Under the premise that the elves themselves are disgusted, she should know how to change her mindset...

But the thinking of the white left... is hard to say.

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I started dreaming again recently. Yesterday I dreamed that I was playing Mario…

The problem is that I haven’t played it recently, not even close to it. In my free time, I’m either petting cats or rewatching Detective Chinatown. I haven’t watched Super Xiaojie and Fatty Bai for a long time…

It seems like I was still playing a game in my dream. The players didn’t rush forward, but threw turtle shells around…It’s probably not a serious game.

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Thanks to Seventeen Ranjue for the reward.