The auditorium, which was originally filled with whispers, now became completely silent.
Whether it was the professors or the students who were originally whispering to each other, they all looked at Tom in astonishment.
Tom, who was stared at by so many eyes, turned pale.
He knew what Azkaban was, having been exposed to the wizarding world for some time.
It was clearly a wizard prison!
What the hell did the Sorting Hat put him in prison for?!
The Sorting Hat sorts people into houses, and it seems that it will definitely send people to where it says.
Could it really put him in Azkaban?
At this moment, Tom wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into...
"Huh?" After the Sorting Hat mentioned Azkaban, it was also very confused.
It didn't understand why it had said so.
This was something that had never happened since the founding of Hogwarts!
Dumbledore also looked at the Sorting Hat in confusion.
He was about to pick up the Sorting Hat to check it out.
The Sorting Hat spoke again.
"Haha, I was just joking. How could it be Azkaban? It should be... Slytherin!"
Hearing the Sorting Hat say this, the silent Great Hall finally erupted in discussion.
Honestly, they had never heard of the Sorting Hat playing such a joke on a newly arrived freshman.
Of course, no one took the Sorting Hat's words seriously, simply thinking the old hat might be malfunctioning.
After all, it was almost as old as Hogwarts.
Still, Tom had become famous right after arriving...
Tom took off the Sorting Hat and fled from the hated wreck.
Meanwhile, Levid, who had already taken his seat at the Slytherin table, stood up and said to Tom with a smile, "Welcome, my dear friend, the Prince of Azkaban..."
His words brought laughter from the table.
"Shut up!" Tom was nearly mad.
Levander smiled and pushed Tom down onto the seat next to him.
"Don't be angry, Tom. It was just a little joke.
Are you really going to be sorted into Azkaban?"
"This embarrasses me, Wade..." Tom clenched his fists, angrily speaking.
Levander added meaningfully, "Embarrassment... is better than a beating, isn't it, Tom?"
Tom was jolted awake by this remark.
Tom, who had been consumed by embarrassment and anger, finally realized...
This must be Levander's revenge!
Levander had put on the Sorting Hat before him.
Which meant he must have done something to that lousy hat then! He'd made it embarrassing!
And then, as revenge for his little trick on the train!
Tom knew Levander would retaliate, and he'd prepared himself mentally.
He even imagined he could defend himself against Levander's retaliation.
But he hadn't expected such a move...
Even Tom, the toughest man, couldn't handle it!
This bastard, what a ruthless move!
But after Tom's anger faded, he was filled with fear and frustration.
Even though he knew it was Levitra's doing, he had no idea how he'd done it!
On the train, the people he'd instigated to cause trouble for Levitra started fighting the moment they met him...and judging by their subsequent behavior, it was clear they were hallucinating.
They all thought they were beating Levitra, but in reality, they were beating their own people...
Based on these clues, Tom suspected Levitra had mastered a magic that could bewitch others, even magical items!
At this thought, Tom felt a renewed sense of powerlessness.
He'd studied so hard, worked so hard to become stronger,
yet in the end, he found the gap between him and Levitra widening!
Could it be... that his belief that he'd eventually catch up to Levitra was just an illusion?
"Tom, there's no point in overthinking. It's better to focus on what we're going to eat," Levitra said, surveying the English "delicious food" on the table with interest.
"How... did you do that?"
Tom couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Livid smiled and said, "Tom, you know me.
When you knew me, I loved experimenting with all kinds of magic. So, it's not surprising that I come up with one or two spells you haven't seen before from time to time, right?"
Tom was speechless.
While he was still working hard to learn all kinds of magic in the hope of becoming stronger quickly, Livid had already developed new magic.
And he had witnessed the power of Livid's new magic with his own eyes...
Facing such a monster, he still had the delusion that he could catch up?
Tom couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself.
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At this moment, Tom's previous spirit had been completely extinguished by Levander.
"Tom, you look a little frustrated?"
Levander suddenly said. "Are you planning to give up?"
"What else can I do? I... I just can't..."
"That's not something you would say, Tom," Levander said with a look of boredom.
"The Tom I know isn't the kind of man who gives up when faced with difficulties.
He endures first, and then, when the time is right, bites his enemy's throat like a venomous snake, delivering a fatal blow!"
Tom looked at Levander in astonishment.
He didn't understand why Levander was saying this to him.
He had clearly already given up and dared not challenge his authority again...
Wasn't Levander saying this to boost his morale?
Levander continued, "Tom, I know what you're capable of... I'm looking forward to what surprises you'll bring me in the future."
Tom couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Did Levander think he had no power to threaten him and was just making fun of him?
Did he think he was a clown who overestimated his own abilities?
The powerful Levitra stood atop a mountain, watching from the summit himself shouting at him like a clown at the foot of the mountain...
The thought of this brought Tom's resentment to a fever pitch.
"I've prepared a surprise for you, you'll definitely see it someday!"
Tom said, his voice measured.
Levitra smiled and said, "As always, I'm very much looking forward to it, Tom."
In Levitra's eyes, Tom was his perfect tool for generating merit points.
He couldn't let him suffer such a blow and become depressed, so he gave him this provocation.
It seemed to be working very well.
Suddenly, Alphard, who was standing next to Tom, said, "You two have such a good relationship.
My sister never encourages me."
Tom was slightly taken aback.
"Encourage?"
"Yeah, wasn't Wade encouraging you all along?
If it were my sister, she would have already discredited me," Alphard said helplessly.
Tom frowned and glanced at Levitra again.
Levitra was already chatting with a stranger senior student nearby, oblivious to the situation.
Tom couldn't help but recall Levander's words, and suddenly felt bewildered.
Could it be that Levander's words just now were simply meant to encourage him?
A clown or something... was it just him being overly sensitive and overthinking things?
Tom couldn't help but recall everything that had happened since he met Levander.
Then he fell silent again.
He realized that even though he had tried to plot against Levander many times since they met, Levander's retaliation had always been small punishments with big warnings.
For example, today, when he had wanted to have someone beat him up, his retaliation only embarrassed him; otherwise, he was unharmed.
Furthermore, he had always been mindful of any benefit he could get.
For example, when Levander asked Dumbledore for a book, he hadn't forgotten to ask for one for him...
Honestly, if it were him, and he encountered someone much weaker than him who constantly provoked him, he would have long since tried to kill them!
There was no way he could get along with him the way Levander had!
Could it be that... despite appearing to be hostile to him, Levander actually considered him a friend?
Had he truly misunderstood him all along?
Tom was truly bewildered at this thought.
Meanwhile, Levander, engrossed in conversation with his senior, was completely unaware of the subtle shifts that had taken place within Tom in just a few minutes.
At that moment, Annie ran over and excitedly sat down next to Levander.
"Levander, Tom, I knew you were Slytherins too!"
Annie had been sorted after Tom.
After Tom's recent antics, Dumbledore carefully examined the Sorting Hat, confirming it was fine, before continuing the ceremony.
Thus, only then did Annie complete the Sorting ceremony and be successfully sorted into Slytherin.
Levander quietly moved aside, his smile still warm.
"It's so great that we're in the same house.
You don't know, I was a little worried I'd be sorted into another house,"
Anne said. "You don't have to worry about that.
You're definitely a Slytherin. I'm a pretty good judge of character.
But... Tom, how did the Sorting Hat put you in Azkaban?"
Tom, still caught up in his chaotic thoughts, shook his head subconsciously at Anne's question. "I don't know..."
Anne said in surprise, "You actually answered me!
We've known each other for hours, and you've never spoken to me before!"
"Tom's just not good with girls.
It's not that I have any problem with you, Anne," Levid said with a smile.
Tom glanced at Levid with a strange look.
Levid had spoken for him many times before, but he had never thought much of it, simply thinking it was Levid's mischievousness.
But now, after Alphard's reminder, Tom's thoughts changed completely.
It seems... Li Weide really considers me a friend...
Otherwise, why would he always protect me intentionally or unintentionally?
Friends... So I can have friends too?
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