The rest of the sorting went on as normal. The annoying red-head, now named Rolald Weasly, was placed in Gryffindor, which honestly seemed like the best house for him. As the sorting hat had said, the boy was stupidly brave and very gluttonous. And in case you needed to know, Mr. Zabini went to Slytherin.
Before any chit and chat could emerge from amongst the students, the headmaster stood up, looking just as weary as he surely felt, his unprotected thoughts-though he was a master occlumens, occlumency protects from legilimency, not true telepathy-ran awol with anger and pain. Harry smiled. The man deserved worse. Dumbledore glanced at Harry, anger evident in his eyes, before turning to the rest of the students taking on his patented 'grandfather' persona. 'what a sworn pedophile' Harry thought.
"Before we tuck into this lovely feast, I have a few important words to say to you," Dumbledore said with an insincere smile. Harry looked up at him incredulously, already knowing what he was about to say.
"And here they are" The headmaster continued. "Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, tweak."
For the third time in a few minutes, there was total silence and the twins dropped another pin. Everyone stared at the man that was supposed to be the headmaster as if he was insane. And he is. Take it from Harry, He's the telepath.
Dumbledor broke the silence a second later with "Tuck in" and sat back down slowly, and I mean slowly, clapping his hands in false cheer. As if on his command, the food began appearing on the golden plates and platters on the tables. Harry, being Harry, of course, saw what no one else could see. He saw the elf magic flowing through the wood of the table and the gold of the platters meant to transport the food from the kitchens. This immediately piqued Harry's interest. In the 30 odd months under the time ward at potter manor, he had relearnt and trained extremely all the almost infinite forms of magic, except two. Sorcery and elven magic. For the former, he could easily learn with the aid of rituals and magick herself. The latter, well he had to learn from the practitioners of the magic themselves. Elves. Harry knew elves were born with a subconscious knowledge of how to use their powers. What the wizards didn't know about the slaves they keep, however, is they were born of an elf and the Arabian djinn, making them one of the most powerful beings in the magical world. Harry, using his magic and telepathy, traced the oldest and most magically experienced elf in the castle and copied the knowledge from his subconscious. Harry will then slowly assimilate this knowledge over the course of the year while, as he learns, training hard. Of course, this all happened in a little over 5 seconds. All anyone ever knew was that Harry's eyes were closed for those five seconds. I mean, five-second blinks are pretty weird even for a god.
"Hey Potter" A voice drawled. Harry looked up from the chicken cutlet he was tearing into and of course, there stood Draco Malfoy, with his giant cronies in all their fat glory, with his trademark sneer on his face.
"What are you doing with a bunch of nerds and a mud-blood?" He continued, saying the last word with an even bigger sneer.
"Well, these nerds are now my housemates" Harry Retorted. "And the Mud-blood," He said with air-quotes, "Is my best friend. So watch your mouth, Draco." Harry stated.
"And, FYI, muggle-borns are the reason the wizarding world still exists. Think about that." Harry added as an after-thought.
Draco seemed to think for a minute before he was interrupted by another brute in the higher years.
"What are you doing with mud-bloods, Malfoy? Have you fallen so low as to consort with blood traitors such as Potter?" The boy said with a huge sneer.
Harry looked back at him. "Excuse me, but who might you be?" Harry asked, knowing full well who it was.
The boy looked at him, disgust clearly written on his face. "Carrow," He drawled. "Andrew Carrow"
'Of course' Harry thought. He knew the carrows were half-bloods that joined Voldemort to save themselves
"Well then, Andrew," Harry began coldly. "You don't want to open pandora's box, now do you?
"Whatever would you be talking about, Potter" Andrew replied with a sneer, but harry could clearly see the fear he was trying, and failing, to hide.
"Well, we don't want the entire school to know your so-called "Pureblood" family's history, now do we?" Harry whispered. "I mean, you know it, I obviously know it, but are you sure you want the rest of the school and possibly your parents master to know it too?" He finished.
The boy, Andrew, visibly paled as he turned to walk away. "One more thing," Harry added. With a quick flick of his finger, he cast the sonorous spell on himself as he continued, "If anyone, from any house, be it Gryffindor, or Slytherin, or Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, use the slur 'mud-blood' or 'blood traitor' within the hallowed halls of this school, they will be promptly expelled." Turning to the headmaster with a sneer, he continued, "You'll do well to enforce these rules, you and your staff, else you find yourselves without a job!" He said with finality.
As he sat back down, he saw, through the corner of his eye, the greasy-haired professor standing up, visibly quaking with barely restrained anger.
"You arrogant bastard. Just like your father." The man shouted. "Who are you to give us orders?" He finished.
"Who am I? Well let's see, I'm Lord of the most anciente houses of Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Emrys, Pendragon, and Le Fey. I am also sole heir to the Sorcerer Supreme, Steven Strange. Most of all, I own this school, the land it's on and the surrounding lands, everything on its grounds and I am your employer. Tell me, Who might you be?" Harry Asked. The man opened his mouth as if he was about to answer but harry interrupted before he could say anything.
"Let me guess. Severus Snape. Potions Master and Professor. And also the most hated teacher in the entirety of Hogwarts. Hogwarts tells me things." Harry finished smugly.
"You are thin ice, Mr. Snape. Start actually teaching or you'll be out before you can say cauldron." Harry added. As he turned to leave, Dumbledore stood up from his 'throne' an said, "Harry, my boy. I expect you to be at my office promptly after the feast. We need to discuss your boarding arrangements amongst other things." He said, putting on his patented 'weary grandfather' façade. But harry could see into his mind. Dumbledore know that the young lad who is already over 10x more powerful than himself and he needed to garner his loyalty. Something that would have been easily done by a master manipulator as Dumbledore claims to be if Harry didn't already know the man's plans inside and out.
"Firstly, I am not your boy. Its Lord Emrys to you. And I'll be coming to your office. I need to do an inspection anyway" Harry replied as he walked to his table. He discretly waved his hand and cast magic that prevented Dumbledore from leaving until the feast is over.
"That was badass, Harry" A boy in Ravenclaw exclaimed as he sat down.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, clearly curious.
"I'll tell you later" Harry dismissed.