Abyss Demon of All Realms

“Kh~~”

In the sound of the wooden door being slowly opened.

Minerva McGonagall, as the Vice Principal Gryffindor Dean’s Transformation Class Professor, brought all the freshmen in file.

In the eye-catching ceremony of other grade students, they walked straight to the forefront of the lobby.

Walking in the lobby, Orlega saw a familiar silhouette, Penello, among the many senior students sitting next to the dining seats.

After discovering that she was waving her hand, Orlega also waved her hand casually.

They barely greeted each other.

Looking at the actions of Orlega and Penello, the female classmate next to Penello curiously asked: “Do you know that freshman?”

Penello replied: “When I was on the express train, I was sitting in the same room with him.”

The girl shook her hand and begged: “Then you can introduce me to him, he is very handsome ~~”

The tender grass is too fragrant, she wants to eat it.

“…”

Penello turned her head a little helplessly, and she didn’t know what to say when she faced the request of her friend.

I can only helplessly explain: “I don’t know him well, I just know his name and I will be Orlega.”

In fact, there are more girls who play Orlega. One or two.

When the freshmen walked in, at least 90% of their eyes were on Orlega.

The unique sense of presence makes him extremely conspicuous even when standing in the crowd.

Other people next to him are automatically filtered as backgrounds, and they become unknown passerby A, unknown passerby B…

for a time.

His limelight even completely suppressed the previous key topic-Harry Potter.

After all, such a handsome boy is standing here, what kind of thunder four-eyed frog would the big guy look at?

Mysterious person and so on, anyway, it’s been on the street for many years now, so what does he do?

Harry Potter immediately received a cold reception.

Become an unknown passerby who is playing soy sauce.

Harry Potter himself didn’t feel much about this, after all, he hadn’t figured out what his position was.

But many Samsara Artists who know the original plot are very sour.

They are also novices who come to practice. Others live in the spotlight, and they live in gutter.

‘I have to think of a way to kill him…’

Many Samsara Artists have this kind of envy and hatred.

And Orlega just looked at the food on the all around table and yawned calmly.

Good food.

He just happened to be a little hungry.

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After leading everyone to the end of the hall, McGonagall said to the freshmen: “Wait here, next, before the ceremony of the branch, Dumbledore Principal has something to say to you.”

So an old man with a white beard with glasses stood up and briefly talked about the various things that need to be paid attention to in the school.

When the other party is talking, Orlega can clearly perceive the other party’s magic level.

At the very least, there are many scumbags who are not even able to control their magical powers. They have no comparability.

Apart from this, there is only one man with his head in his head, who looks fearful, and he needs a little attention.

The two completely different magical reactions of the other party within the body, although they are a little bit crotch combined, they are plot bosses anyway.

Mag waited for Dumbledore to finish speaking, then picked up a frustrated pointed hat from the side and said, “Next, please come up for those who I read the name.

And I will put this sorting hat on his head, and the sorting hat will sort him out.

Hermione Granger…”

The yellow-haired girl next to Orlega had no idea that the first person would be herself, and she was shocked.

She whispered softly: “No…well, don’t be nervous, you can…”

While lacking confidence, she walked to McGonagall’s side.

And hearing this name, Orlega recognized that the other party was the little girl looking for Toad.

He was a little familiar with this name, and took a subconsciously glance at the so-called secondary mission of the main god space, or it should be said that it was the stuff of the reward list.

At the bottom of the list, he saw the other person’s name.

Um…

It’s worth 500 reward points, so it feels cheap.

Is this a supporting role?

Orlega, who only knows the first general plot, doesn’t quite understand this matter.

But he knew that the other party should be a bit of a scene.

So I took an extra look and didn’t continue to pay attention.

As for the other Samsara Artists, they are very concerned about Hermione. They not at all gave up because of too few reward points.

On the contrary, she is very attached to her.

Because they are the same protagonist trio, compared to Harry Potter, who was stared at by Dumbledore and Snape, and although they were a little bit low, they belonged to a pure-blood family. Ron Weasley.

Hermione Granger is just a little girl from an ordinary family that’s all, without any decent background. It is not too difficult to disguise her death as various accidents.

However, there is another problem that makes it difficult for many Samsara Artists to start.

In the story world, the protagonist’s halo is real!

As the son of fate of genuine, Hermione has the invisible shelter of fate on her body.

Unless they have some overwhelming strength, otherwise each Samsara Artist who wants to do her hands will easily overturn under the influence of various unfathomable mystery factors.

So to a certain extent, the risks during the hands-on process fluctuate, which is not very easy to control.

Of course, if the protagonist’s halo and so on are just like Orlega’s last world, if they directly destroy the world, then the protagonist’s halo and so on will only be a minor problem.

After all, when smashing the table, the rules of the game on the table are not very important.

“Gryffindor!”

Among the loud words of the Sorting Hat, Hermione, who was still a little flustered, took off her hat happily.

It’s not that she likes the Academy of Gryffindor very much.

Actually, she doesn’t even know the difference between the four major academies.

Previous worries.

It’s just because I am afraid that I will fall into an unqualified evaluation that’s all.

So after the allocation, I immediately don’t worry about anything.

So happy!

“Draco Malfoy!”

Mag continued to read the list in hand.

And time passed slowly like this.

“Zhao Xiang!”

Hearing the name that McGonagall said, a certain Samsara Artist immediately took a step forward with a had a bit of a heartache face.

‘The main god of dog r…’

And many Samsara Artists who are hidden in the dark also cast a loving gaze on him, thinking about how to kill him .

In the main god space, in addition to the number, the Samsara Artists also need to set their own titles.

That name will determine the name of the identity that the Lord God arranges for you in many missions in the world.

So many Samsara Artists use their real names directly.

Otherwise, the scene will become very embarrassing when the person on the mission world calls you 顀骜の哥nohaai or the masked heavenly demon on the street.

That feeling is the same as being found on the street as an alien.

Next, a few Samsara Artists were recognized because of the contradictory names.

“Orlega.”

When McGonagall said the name, Orlega stood up calmly and walked in front of her.

Although I don’t know what the situation of the four academies are, at this moment, he still has a little expectation.

When McGonagall looked at Orlega, who was not impatient or impatient, a smile was rarely shown on his serious face.

After all, to be handsome, one must have privileges.

Then the sorting cap was firmly put on Orlega’s head.

Everyone also moved their gazes.

Everyone is very concerned about the Academy where the handsome guy belongs.

Especially women.

But the Sorting Hat doesn’t think so.

As a special item brought to life by magic.

It has the ability to read the emotions on the surface of a creature, and can distinguish the essence of a person through emotions, anger, sorrow, and other emotions, and then classify them.

The moment it successfully touched Orlega’s head, it felt the inexplicable maliciousness in the opponent’s heart that had not been concealed, and the intense to extreme pain.

In less than a second, it felt that it was about to die on the spot.

“Azkaban! Quickly send him to Azkaban! Immediately! Immediately!!”

After shouting words with all his strength, the sorting hat was on everyone In the shocked eyes, he sprang up like a rocket, and then quickly rolled and ran alone.

Orlega didn’t care about its actions, but calmly thought:

‘Which class is Azkaban?

is it possible that what is the hidden Elite Class?

Four classes become the fifth?

I understand, this is the principle that Four Great Heavenly Kings must have a fifth!

I really deserve to be…’