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Chapter 5

"So what do we do?" I ask.

"We'll have to ask Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall answers. "Argh! I don't have time! I need to be with the first years right now. What to do, what to do. . ."

A middle-aged, plump wizard looked at McGonagall. "Is there a problem, Minerva?"

She looked at the wizard. "Oh, Horace! You need to get this young man to Professor Dumbledore right away! I have to be with the first-years!"

The wizard waved her away. "Well on with it, Minerva. The first-years are waiting. I'll take care of this."

"Oh, thank you, Horace. Take him to Dumbledore."

McGonagall scurried off to somewhere and I was left with this stranger named Horace.

"Good evening, boy. What's your name?"

"Scott. You?"

"Is that all?" he asked, ignoring my question to him.

"Wayward. Scott Wayward. Who are you?"

"My name is Professor H. Slughorn. Are you Montgomery's boy?"

"Yes. He's my father."

"He's a good man. Avalon's brother?"

I nodded.

"I'm her head of house. I teach potions here. Alright, enough with introductions. Let's get headed to Dumbledore." He started to walk up the hill. "Are you coming, m'boy?"

"Oh, right." I followed him up the hill and we walked to the castle.

"Are you going to ask me why you're doing this?" I ask him.

"Only if you're willing to, young Scott."

"Um. . . okay." Good God! This guy was so confusing! Am I boy? Am I young Scott?! What the heck?!

We continue to walk to the castle in silence. When we get there, I am amazed. Ilvermorny was pretty big, but Hogwarts is humongous! It's spectacular! It's. . . it's. . . I'm running out of adjectives. . .

We walk inside the beautiful castle (I thought of a new adjective!). Slughorn peeked into this gigantic room, which I assumed was the Great Hall.

"Can't go in yet," he tells me. "Dumbledore's still saying his speech."

"Is the Sorting over?"

"It should be, if he's saying his speech."

"Good." So that means that McGonagall finished her job and would be able to explain my situation to Dumbledore.

We heard loud clapping through the door. "That should mean that the speech is over," Slughorn says. "Wait here and I'll get Professor Dumbledore."

"Can you also get McGonagall?" I ask him.

He nods and enters. I wait outside for about two minutes, looking at everything. This school is just. . . wicked!

The door bursts open and Slughorn, McGonagall, and Dumbledore come out. McGonagall is holding the Sorting Hat.

McGonagall looks at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore, this is. . ."

I wink at her.

". . .Scott Wayward, our transfer student."

"Oh, yes. Mr. Wayward," Dumbledore says. "Pleasure to meet you." He shakes my hand.

"Professor, we just discovered that Scott is an Occlumens, and the Sorting Hat can't read his thoughts," McGonagall explains.

"You just discovered?" Dumbledore repeats.

"Yes. He wasn't trained but his mind is to strong for the Hat to read."

"How curious," Dumbledore mumbled to himself. He looks at me and smiles. "I can handle this, Minerva. You can go join the feast. You too, Horace."

"Yes, sir," McGonagall replies. She gives the Hat to Dumbledore. She enters the Great Hall, and Slughorn follows suit.

"Good evening," Dumbledore tells me. "Scott is it?"

"Yes, sir."

"I've only heard of your powers, Scott. I have to tell you that it's a pleasure to have you in my school."

"Thank you."

"So you have three gifts now."

"Four, sir. Parstletounge, Legilimens, Occlumens, and Werewolf, but I wouldn't say that that one's exactly a gift."

"Ah, yes. You're also a Werewolf. I'll have to explain you're arrangements for that after the feast."

"Alright then. So what do I do about my Sorting."

"I am not completely sure if this will work, but we'll try. You aren't well trained in Occlumency, so I assume that you didn't even know that your mind is blocked."

"I didn't."

"So this should be successful. Use your Legilimens powers to read the Hat's thoughts. Reading the Hat should open your mind a little and the Hat should be able to squeeze through. You will be able to get Sorted."

"Um. . . it's a Hat, Professor. Can it have thoughts?"

"You'd be surprised, Scott. But you'll only be in its mind for a moment. You won't see much."

I take a deep breath and enter the Hat's mind. I see a few flashes of faces of the students it had Sorted over the years. It stopped and I felt the Hat enter my mind.

Prescott Wayward, is it?

SCOTT, I think. Not Prescott.

Yes, yes. Scott. You're the eldest of Montgomery and Sapphire Wayward, brother of Avalon Wayward.

Yes, I think.

I oughta put you in Slytheryn. But do you think you belong there, Scott?

I'm sure what to think. My family wants me there, not me. I honestly don't care what house you Sort me in. What do you see in me?

I see intelligence, Scott. Very smart. You were in Horned Serpent in Ilvermorny, yes. But I see friendliness, too. And bravery. Yes, a whole lot of bravery.

I'm confused. So where do I belong? Not Hufflepuff. My father will have a fit.

Not Hufflepuff, eh?

No. I guess I have to be Slytheryn, or else I'll be a disgrace.

To whom?

My family.

Ah, but this is about you, not your family. You are very smart but your bravery overlaps that. You weren't scared when that Werewolf but you. You fought back. You wouldn't fit in well in Slytheryn.

So Gryffindor? I think.

No, no, no. Allow me, "GRYFFINDOR!"