While Jack was busy gloating over being right, Daniel was staring at the hat in his hands. After all, even though the thing had spoken in Jack's mind – which Daniel wasn't aware of, of course – the archeologist had just seen a rip in the hat open up, and the thing had actually spoken to them! Aloud. Just like a person, in a deep and clearly distinguishable voice.

"Did you hear that?" He asked the others, reaching over and taking the hat from O'Neill.

Sam hadn't been quite as surprised as Daniel. Once she had started to believe that the whole Harry Potter books coming to life thing was real – and it was hard not to believe it considering what she was seeing and having Thor right there to authenticate it – she had an advantage over Daniel and Colonel O'Neill, because she knew what to expect. While it had been remarkable to see and hear the hat say something, she knew that it was supposed to talk, and hadn't been as astounded as Daniel had been.

"Yeah, it said I wasn't magical – just like I-"

"It spoke," Daniel said, turning the hat upside down and looking inside it, obviously searching for some kind of microphone or something.

"Put it on your head," O'Neill suggested. "It'll talk inside your mind."

"We have heard what we needed to hear," Dumbledore said with an amused smile at the surprise the two men were exhibiting. "Word will undoubtedly leak to Voldemort that you aren't magical –"

"How can you be so sure of that?" Sam asked, curiously.

"Because we'll do the leaking," Sirius said with a grin.

"Exactly," Dumbledore said. "Once Voldemort finds out that the Sorting Hat has proclaimed you to be a Squib, Colonel, he'll most likely leave you alone, since you're of no use to him."

"A what?"

"But you can't be sure of that," Daniel said, looking up from the hat.

"No. Which is why we'll leave the protections on Colonel O'Neill in place."

"Well… joy."

Dumbledore smiled at the sarcasm in O'Neill's voice.

"You haven't noticed them before, Colonel, I'm sure you won't notice them now."

Jack scowled.

"I didn't know about them before."

"And if Voldemort does come after him…?" Daniel asked.

"He's not going to," Sirius said, confidently. "He's going to have a lot more to worry about than Jack here."

"Like what?" Sam asked, curiously.

"The Order of the-"

There was a knock on the door of the office suddenly, and everyone turned just in time to see the red-haired man that O'Neill had met that morning in the hotel when he'd been talking to the Harry Potter kid. A kid who Jack had to admit just might actually be the same Harry Potter kid that the books were about – since he was with this guy.

"Professor," Arthur Weasley said, flashing a look at Jack and the rest of SG-1 as he entered. "We found this…"

In his hand he held the broken remnants of the walking stick that Jack had broken.

"That belongs to Lucius Malfoy," Sam said, recognizing it as easily as O'Neill and the others did. "He was the one who-"

"He was in your abduction," Dumbledore finished, nodding. "Yes, we know. We didn't catch him, however."

"But we will," Weasley said. It almost seemed as if there was some kind of personal animosity between Malfoy and Weasley – although Jack couldn't have imagined or even tired to guess what it might have been. Carter, on the other hand, knew exactly, but she didn't mention anything – nor did Teal'c.

"Arthur," Dumbledore said, waving a hand towards SG-1. "May I introduce you to Colonel Jack O'Neill and the rest of his team? This is Major Samantha Carter, Docto-"

"Doctor Daniel Jackson and Teal'c," Arthur Weasley said, smiling. "I know who all of you are, of course – although it's a privilege to finally have the opportunity to meet you and see what you actually look like. I must say, we're all very impressed by the work you've been doing with the Stargate and the Goa'uld…"

"You know about that, too?" Daniel asked.

Which explained to Jack the reaction the man had had earlier that day when he'd introduced himself. He'd obviously heard of him – apparently he and the others actually were famous, at least to these folks – but had never seen a picture of him.

"Many of us do," Weasley said, nodding.

"Did you catch any of the guys that started this whole mess?" Jack asked, already tired of being admired.

"The house they were holding you in was filled with secret passages and trapdoors," Weasley said, apologetically. "We had them running, but they eventually got away."

"It doesn't matter, though," Minerva said. "We know who most of them are already, so there aren't any surprises." She reached out and took the other half of Malfoy's broken wand. "This is quite a blow for Lucius Malfoy, though. Who had the audacity to break his wand?"

"O'Neill broke it." Teal'c said. "Malfoy did not take it well."

She smiled at the Jaffa before turning to Jack.

"Why do I get the feeling that is an understatement?"

O'Neill shrugged, trying to look modest and failing. He had to admit, he'd enjoyed the shocked indignation and anger on Malfoy's face when he'd broken that stick.

"Teal'c's good at understatements," he told her. "And I'm ready to leave."

He'd seen enough, and heard enough, and he wanted to get back to his calm everyday routine of dealing with Goa'uld and Jaffa and allies that weren't all that great at being allies. Present company included, he decided when he looked at Thor.

"Why don't you beam me and the others back to the SGC?"

"We can't leave the convention, sir," Sam said. "At least, we have to go back and get our things and check out of the hotel. People will wonder, otherwise."

Bah.

"Fine. Beam us back to the hotel."

"I would like a tour of the school," Teal'c said. "Since we are here, and it is unlikely we will ever get another opportunity…"

"Me, too," Sam said, quickly, looking apologetically at Jack.

"What school?" Daniel asked.

"I'd be happy to give them a quick tour, professor," Sirius said, just as quickly as Sam had. "It wouldn't hurt, would it? Since the kids are on holiday and most are gone?"

Dumbledore looked as if he was going to object, but he eventually shrugged.

"I don't see why not. Perhaps it would be good for them to have a chance to see what they-"

"Hey. I want to go home."

"If you're not interested in the tour, Jack," Minerva said, still holding the piece of Malfoy's wand. "I'd like a chance to have a word with you, if I may…?"

He scowled, but the pleading look in Sam's expression – and the knowledge that he was a jerk to her earlier and this would be a good way to make up for it without even having to apologize for it – made him shrug.

"Fine. Just don't lose them."

Sirius smiled and stood up, offering Sam his arm.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Any of them," Jack said, making sure his point came across. He didn't want Daniel and Teal'c lost on this tour just so Sirius could be alone with Carter.

"Of course."