"Draco, I'm sure you know that the freshmen need to take the ship to the castle," Pessatuben said to Draco as he got off the train. "I'll wait for you in Slytherin."

"Of course."

Pessatuben followed the seniors and took another road to the school. This was the first time he had taken a carriage.

Bosatuben looked at the big fellow pulling the carriage in front of him. It was a black skeleton that looked like a horse but wasn't a horse. It had wings, and Bosatuben tried to touch it. Bosatuben also very kindly used its head to push against Bosatuben's outstretched hand.

Pessatuben had seen death before, but he probably judged it from his soul. After all, Pessatuben was still an idiot, so he couldn't really understand death. Only Lin Sipu, who had lived through the end of the world for many years, understood the meaning of death.

"Hey, Pösa, what are you touching? Ye Qi?" Cedric asked as he walked over.

"Sed." Pessatuben retracted his hand and looked at Ye Qi.

"Nothing. Can you see it?"

"No, I can't. I've read about it in books.

There are a lot of books in the library, "Cedric explained.

"Get on the carriage. We can't be late for the school opening banquet."

When they sat down at the Slytherin Long Table, everyone was present.

Dumbledore was still enjoying himself, thinking about how to make the students challenge the school rules for fun.

There was only one person whom he had never met before. He was probably the new teacher that he had just hired. Even if he used his toes, Bosatu would be able to guess who this person was. It was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor whose head was wrapped in a cloth and emitted a strange smell. Quinlinus Quirrell, a pitiful worm who worshipped the Dark Devil King too much and ended up being possessed, dying an innocent and tragic death.

Pessatuben clicked his tongue and looked at his professor. From a perfect angle, Severus was staring at Chilo, because Chilo was sitting right next to him. Pessatuben was well aware of his professor's obsession with teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

'Her side profile is perfect,' Pessatuben exclaimed in his heart.

Then, he received a glare from his professor.

The door was opened, and the freshmen were led to the front by Professor Mcgonagall.

Unexpectedly, this year, Dumbledore had added more things to take note of.

Wouldn't banning them from entering certain places arouse the interest of the students?

After Dumbledore sat down, Professor Mcgonagall took out a roll of parchment and began to call out names.

The second years were all quite excited. After all, the feeling of being surrounded and watched last year was completely different from the feeling of being surrounded and watched this year.

However, for this boring and long period of time in the academy, the third years and above all lacked interest.

"Hermione Granger."

Pessatuben shifted his gaze from Severus to the sorting hat. A little girl with hair like a poodle took a deep breath and sat down on a stool.

"Gryffindor!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and happily walked to Gryffindor's long table.

"Wow!" Hearing the lively voices, it was obvious that she was warmly welcomed.

"Draco Malfoy."

Pessatuben waved at Draco. Draco obviously noticed and returned a confident smile.

"Slytherin!" As soon as the hat was placed on the table, a shout could be heard.

Draco proudly walked to the Slytherin Long Table and sat down beside Pessatuben. It was obvious that the two were very familiar with each other. In the eyes of the other Slytherin, the Prins had probably formed an alliance with the Malfoy's family. At least, it was definitely an alliance based on mutual benefits.

"Pösa, I just saw Harry Potter!" Draco said angrily. "He actually rejected my invitation!"

"No one can reject a Malfoy's invitation!

I'll make him remember the consequences of rejecting me sooner or later. "

"Draco …" Pessatuben said dotingly to the childish blonde. "This is the first time Harry Potter came into contact with magic. He doesn't understand the nobles of the magic world. Maybe you scared him?"

"Hmph, someone who can beat the Dark Lord away would be scared by me?" Draco said disdainfully.

"You can't expect a baby to have any memories, right?

You can't guarantee that you remember anything before you were three years old, right? "Pessatuben said.

"Alright, you're right. But I won't let it go just like that!" Draco turned his head and looked in front.

Pessatuben noticed that his professor was staring in a direction and rubbing his chin in a daze.

He followed his gaze and saw that it was Harry's position. Then, Harry suddenly covered his forehead.

'Chilo's back is facing Harry.' Pessatuben suddenly thought.

He saw that his professor and Harry's eyes met. Pessatuben immediately frowned. 'Damn Chilo. No, The Dark Lord.'

"Ron Weasley."

The red-haired lion walked out from the crowd of freshmen in horror. It was as if he was about to fight the Dark Lord instead of being assigned to a school.

"Gryffindor!"

Pessatuben could clearly see that Ron was relieved.

If Ron hadn't been assigned to Gryffindor, Pessatuben felt that there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would want to drop out of school.

If he had received a message from his brother, 'Love.'

"Harry Potter."

When he called out Harry, the whole place quieted down. Everyone was waiting nervously to see where this boy who had survived the disaster would be assigned to.

Harry put down his hand and walked forward.

He took a longer time than the previous few people. He was probably communicating with the sorting hat.

"Gryffindor!"

'If he really was assigned to Slytherin, Severus would probably go crazy. He couldn't deduct points even if he wanted to, so he could only use words and confinement to wear down Potter's willpower. How annoying,' Pessatuben thought.

The Gryffindor table was filled with even louder applause than before. There were also quite a few shouts and whistles. 'We have Potter now!'

The Gryffindor students all wanted to shake Harry's hand, making Harry very shy.

Even the professors were clapping, obviously full of anticipation for Harry.

"Let's start the banquet." As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, an abundance of food suddenly appeared on the table. The freshmen were amazed. Pessatuben saw this and even Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"The house elves of Hogwarts are really good at cooking," Pessatuben said.

"Is that so? Then let's see which is better, the Malfoy's or the Hogwarts'." He picked up the knife and fork in front of him.

The interlude with the spirits had given Draco a fright. Pessatuben smiled and patted Draco's back to help him calm down.

Apart from Draco, the freshmen of Slytherin this year were still nobles. This was why Slytherin had always had the fewest freshmen among the four universities.

This was also why Slytherin had two-person rooms while the other universities had four-person rooms.

This year's prefect was no longer Gamma. As for who it was, Pessatuben didn't care.

Pessatuben was waiting for Draco in the dormitory. The two had already agreed to stay together.

Pessatuben was studying the Potions textbook. He wondered if he could take some blood from Severus. However, the thought of Severus getting hurt made him uncomfortable.

"Pösa."

Draco pushed the door open and tugged at his tie. "Wow, I didn't expect to see a creature from the lake in the dormitory. Don't you feel like you're being spied on?"

Pessatuben had already changed into his pajamas and was sitting on the bed. He waved his hand and the hidden curtains on both sides of the window were pulled down. "That's enough," Pessatuben said.

"Wait, how did you do that?"

"An old scarf, a Shapeshifting Spell, a Levitation Spell, and a few other spells to confuse others," Pessatuben looked at Draco.

"No," Draco shook his head. "I mean, you didn't use a wand!

That's amazing. "

"Many people know how to do it. It's not that amazing."

"You're only a second year."

"Hard work?"

Pessatuben thought back to the days when he was training. "A wand is just a tool to help you use magic more smoothly."

"Can I?" Draco was eager to try.

"Teach me, teach me. I want to be better than everyone else."

"Of course, my dear Mr. Malfoy. However, I think what you need most right now is rest. Severus has a class tomorrow. You don't want to be punished by him, right?"

Draco didn't try to hide his feelings after learning about Pessatuben's thoughts about Severus. Draco got goosebumps every time he heard it.

"Okay, okay, I got it. My suitcase." Draco turned around and rummaged through his luggage.

Pessatuben watched in silence as Draco took out bottle after bottle from his suitcase. The suitcase was already full of bottles. Obviously, Lucius had cast a Limitless Extension Spell on the suitcase because he loved his son so much.

After Draco took out everything, he realized that Posthuben had been staring at him. Posthuben's eyes revealed a complicated and speechless expression.

"The Malfoy Family values self-cultivation from the inside out!" Draco defended his large collection of bottles.

Pessatuben nodded. "I understand. Go now. I hope you can finish your self-cultivation class before midnight." He pushed Draco into the bathroom as Draco protested silently.

Pessatuben looked at the time: 10: 23 pm. He hoped that Draco would wake up on time tomorrow. After all, Pessatuben had seen a lot of little things that looked like alarm clocks.

Pessatuben held the new class schedule in front of him. Very good. Three Potions classes a week, and he could go to Severus every night to do research. Should he consider teaching The Dark Lord a lesson? Pessatuben couldn't forget everything about Severus, including the misunderstanding of Hermione lighting the Big Black Robe on fire. Speaking of which, it seemed that the School Championship would belong to Gryffindor from this year onwards.