The Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland
Second day of Term
7:01pm
The Great Hall was filled with students who were idly chatting about what happened to the Express yesterday. Some related their experience of fear while others were outraged that they couldn't fight back. Others were rather annoyed that they did not get to see the Great Harry Potter fight off the Sympathizers; none more so than one Mila Trankshaw. While she was depressed that she was held hostage, she still wanted to see her Hero fight off those idiots who dared even challenge the Man-Who-Won.
Mila eyed the Great Hall. She was seated at a table where the unsorted first years sat. While she knew how the "initiation" would occur, it was hardly evident that there were Houses to be initiated in. The Hall was filled with students who were conversing in friendly term whether they be part of Syltherin or Hufflepuff. The House Tables seem nonexistent as everyone from every house mingled with each other. This was not what her Mother told her. Her mother sorted into Ravenclaw and she said that the two warring houses, Slytherin and Gryffindor, seemed almost about to hex each other when their eyes met. But now, the two houses were laughing together. She even saw a Gryffindor boy and a Slytherin girl snogging. Huh, what are the odds?
"Mila what was it like?" A boy beside her asked. His name was Anthony Veratume. He was supposed to be the one who was to be taken hostage but the big oaf Kiltas wanted a girl and took her instead.
"What was what like?" Mila answered back with a raised eyebrow. Anthony sighed and scratched his head.
"You know, being a hostage. Sorry about that really, it should have been me but the man wanted you and slapped me across when I rose to interject." Anthony said apologetically looking at the ground.
"Well I can't say it was a pleasant experience," Mila said shuttering, remembering the things Kiltas said. "It was horrid actually, and I wanted to fight back but the man said if I struggle he would hurt me." She finished leaving out the ravaging part.
Anthony paled a bit hearing what had happened. If it were him he would have fainted right then. "I'm really sorry." Anthony said once again.
"Oh shut it Anthony. I don't want to hear another word." Mila responded, an angered look on her face. Anthony paled even more. Mila sighed.
"Fine, you want to apologize? Do it by doing my homework for me." Mila said with low but serious voice.
"I guess that could work." Anthony said with a small smile. Mila concluded that she would be sorted in Slytherin and Anthony in Hufflepuff. She shook her head. The stereotypes her mom told her should not cloud her judgment.
"We need to be sorted into the same house then." Anthony replied. Like Mila, he was a half-blood whose dad attended and was sorted into Hufflepuff. Anthony once again scratched his head. Mila just nodded.
The Great Hall went silent as Harry went up to the Podium. All eyes looking at his direction and he smiled even if in the inside he was dying.
"Well I guess I need not to silence you." He started with a laugh which prompted laughs from the students.
"Now, if everyone of the First please follow Professor Delacour," Fleur stood up and walked down to the table where the unsorted first years were seated. "She will be going over the expectations we have set while we set in giving you the traditional welcoming." Harry finished and waved his hands as the house banners flew awake.
"If you would Professor." Harry said to Fleur and she nodded with a smile.
"Alright little ones, follow me." Fleur said while walking out of the Hall followed by the beeline of first years. The boys 4th year and up stared at Fleur and some got looks of disapproval from their girlfriends.
When the hall was cleared from the First years, Harry once again began to talk.
"If everyone please seat at their house tables, I would like to announce a couple of new arrangements." Harry said as he took on the role of the Headmaster. Everyone for a few minutes scattered and made their way to their designated tables. When everyone got seated, he continued.
"I would like to introduce our new staff, but let us wait for our precious First years so our Professors only introduce themselves once." Harry smiled. Camille blushed and Gregory chuckled.
"Our boss is something huh?" He whispered to Martha Trelawney (IV) and she chocked on a grape.
"Y-yes he is. I feel sorry for him though, he just doesn't have the Sight." Martha looked over to the Podium and smiled. They will be surprised when they find out about what will happen this year.
"Alright as we wait for our First years, the elves have served some snacks but please refrain from moving from table to table." Harry finished as sound once again filled the great hall as he waited for the new generation of Witches and wizards to arrive. Harry imagined what their reaction would be when they cross the lake. He smiled and took a sip of water and leaned back. He hoped this year would be normal.
Outskirts of Hogwarts, Scotland.
Second night of Term
7:07pm
As Harry was giving his impromptu speech to the returning students, Fleur was leading the First years towards the other edge of the Lake where Hagrid would lead them to the docks. The traditional "First Years get to see Hogwarts in all its glory" was what Harry would replay over and over again if he could.
"Excuse me Professor Fleur," one of the First years asked. She was an Asian witch which reminded Fleur of Cho. 'Where is she anyway?' She thought.
"Yes darling." Fleur turned around but did not stop walking.
"What subject do you teach?" The asian witch asked her and Fleur smiled.
"Well little one, I teach Transfiguration here. It is when you transform an object into a different object. Like turning a Matchstick into a Needle or needle into matchstick." Fleur explained occasionally glancing back to see if she would hit something. The asian witch turned to he girl next to her and whispered out loud 'Told you so' and Fleur could see the other girl give the asian witch a sickle. "May I ask your Name sweety?" Fleur asked the Asian witch. The witch blushed. She had not introduced herself. "I am Miyuki Osmond. My mom was a Shrine Priestess and my dad is a pureblood from the States. We moved here because of my dad's work." Miyuki finished and looked back to her friend with a smile. Fleur nodded. She acknowledge the power the Orientals have. They are the ones who have the most powerful connection to the gods besides the Norse and Greek.
Another student raised his hand. It was from the back. "Yes dear, you have a question?" She addressed the boy from the back. "I'm Vergil Agora, Ma'am. I wanted to ask, where are we going?" He has slight Greek accent. Fleur smiled, there were a lot of foreign students this year. Without the snake-nosed man with retirement issues, she guessed that Britain was a safe place to settle down.
"Well Mr. Agora, we are actually heading to the place where you first years were supposed to go if the incident yesterday didn't happen." Fleur answered him. Vergil nodded and continued walking. Fleur could see one of the students stiffen differently than the others. She would have to talk to her later.
More minutes of walking and they reached the dock that the Golden Trio once used. There stood a Half-Giant and everyone was taken a back, especially the muggleborns.
"Don't worry little ones, Professor Hargid is like a Giant teddybear. He would never do anything to hurt you, right Professor?" Fleur said gesturing to the man and Hagrid nodded quickly.
"Yes, of course Missus Potter" Murmurs were spread when Hagrid revealed that Fleur was Married. "Whoops." Hagrid blushed as much as a Half-Giant could. Fleur looked at him and waved it off. One of the students said aloud, most likely a Fan girl "You're married to Harry?" She exclaimed. Fleur laughed.
"Forgive me, I should have informed you all. Yes I am married to the Headmaster," She raised her left hand and showed them her wedding ring, the one with the Coat of Arms of House Potter. "Don't worry, if my 'Arry does something wrong, please tell me and I'll give him a good scolding." Fleur said with a voice of authority. Everyone looked at her with fascination. Someone could scold the Hero? Fleur laugh, practically reading their minds and Hagrid giggled as much as a Half-Giant could giggle.
"A'right lets get down to business, em Prefesor Hagrid, n i'll be teetching yeh how to Care for Magical Creetchers." Some of the people cooed when they heard this. They get to play with unicorns and mermaids. Little do they know.
"kay lets not make the Headmaster wait," Hagrid motioned to the boats. "No more than four to a boat." Hagrid said as he guided the kids carefully on the boat.
"Will you be joining us Prefesor?" Hagrid asked Fleur. Fleur thought about it. What's the harm?
"Yes I will Hagrid. If you don't mind." Hagrid shook his head. Fleur smiled, and got on a boat with two students, a boy and a girl. Hagrid joined them. "Lets go" Hagrid said.
The boats departed and some were shocked that the boats moved by itself. Some were taking pictures with their cameras and phones. When they set their eyes on Hogwarts in all its glory, jaws dropped and Fleur was amazed. She now knew what Harry meant. It was interrupted when she heard sobbing from her side. The boy was comforting the girl who was Apparently named Mila.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Fleur asked as she joined the boy to comfort her. Hagrid was there not knowing how to comfort a crying girl. He started, "Move me to tears too every time I see it." Hagrid said implying the castle in all its majestic scenery.
Mila shook her head. "No, that is not it Professor, but I must confess it is a rather magnificent. I was just thinking if Harry hadn't come, I would not get to see this." Mila continued to sob, Hagrid smiled and gave the child a handkerchief the size of a small table. Mila gladly accepted. Fleur hugged her with care and whispered comforting words, Mila hugged her back. Anthony hugged Fleur by accident but he hadn't notice. What he noticed is the smell of strawberry from Mila's shampoo and Vanilla coming from Fleur.
"It's going to be alright darling, within these walls," She gestured to the castle, "You are safe. The professors, especially Harry, would gladly sacrifice themselves for anyone of you." She said the last part out loud so everyone could hear her. Miyuki seemed pleased and Vergil had a small glint of happiness. It was silent and everyone was fixated on the castle. Fleur's boat chatted and pleasantries were exchanged.
As they were coming close to the docks, Mila fixed herself up and Fleur helped with a swish of her wand. "I'm not going to play Favorites Ms. Trankshaw and Mr. Veratume, but please seek me or anyone of the professors for help if you need it." The two children nodded.
They exited the boats and stood just outside the Great Hall. Fleur got their attention.
"Once again I am your Transfiguration Professor Fleur Potter-Delacour. If you have any questions about anything, feel free to approach me or any professor and we will sure to help you. Though watch out for Filch," She leaned in closer to the kids and whispered just loud enough so everyone could hear her "He is not as… lenient as the rest of us." She finished and pointed to someone at her left. The kids looked to the man who was carrying a cat. The man scowled and hurried up the stairs. The expressions on the children's faces were either wanting to vomit or wanting to laugh.
Fleur's job was finished. It was Harry's turn to welcome their students. Hagrid shushed the children who could not hold in their laughter and opinion about Filch. "Aight, you lot, in a few moments yeh will be formally part of Hogwarts, use this time to freshen up or sumthin." Hagrid said and the students nodded like bobbleheads. Mila was the only one who did not need to fix herself. Anthony had to tuck his shirt in and tie his shoes. Miyuki was getting help in fixing her hair by her friend and Vergil was popping breath mint after breath mint into his mouth and occasionally checking his reflection on his phone.
Fleur smiled. They were ready. She casted her Patronus, a white Dove, which flew into the hall. The students were wide eyed with amazement by the little show of magic.
Harry's Stag Patronus came out of the Hall and nodded before disappearing.
"Does anyone have any questions?" Fleur said for the last time. One hand raised and Fleur gestured to the student.
"Yeah, what's the password to the Hogwarts Wi-fi?" Everyone laughed and Fleur chuckled. Children these days.
"Your name sweetie?" Fleur asked with a polite smile.
"Jeremiah Travis, Professor." Jeremiah said. The boy was Middle Eastern by the looks of it. Fleur wondered if there were any French witches or wizards.
"Well Mr. Travis, your question will be answered once we enter. Anything else." Fleur answered Jeremiah's question and looked around. No more questions. Alright lets get this started. "Please follow me little ones." Fleur told the first years as she opened the Hall.
Mouths hung open and eyes grew to plates once the students entered. They don't remember the ceiling being like that, and where was the fifth table and is that a Hat?
Mila was completely blown away by the decor and the ceiling. Nearly Headless Nick and Peeves the Poltergeist had made a tandem to scare some of the First years shitless, and the Headmaster looked at them disappointingly.
They stopped when Fleur did, right in front of the Hall. There was a stool and a Hat was on it. Mila knew that it was the Sorting Hat and soon it will sing.
The Hat came to life much to the surprise of some of the first years and coughed a little bit.
Put me on, put me on and let us see;
four tables aligned, but where will you be?
Put me on, put me on and let us know,
where your talents will truly show.
Will you be in Gryffindor, the house of the brave
in its walls, your own road you will pave
Or might you be a Ravenclaw, one that is scarily smart,
your thirst for knowledge is the desire of your heart.
Perhaps a Hufflepuff, because truly you are loyal;
within your house, friendships will coil
But you could be a Slytherin, those who are cunning and ambitious;
with their help your future will be glorious.
But don't take my judgment too seriously,
for I am just the Hogwarts Sorting Hat.
Its your choice whom you chose to be friendly
whether be it with a cat.
There is nothing to be afraid of,
so why not put me on?
Me, who has sorted the students of
The past, present, and so on?
'Huh, this year's is short. Must be running out of Rhymes.' Harry thought. He smiled remembering the time he was sorted.
"You alright Headmaster?" Constance said. She sat to Harry's left. She gave Harry a look of concern. Harry smiled.
"No, I'm simply reminiscing." Harry said and Constance nodded. She didn't know all that much about Harry and he about her but they became friends and were on speaking terms.
"This is the good part, watch." Harry gestured to the young students were starting to get sorted. Constance watch with focus.
"If I call your name, please take a seat on the stool. Once I place the hat on your head and it has given its verdict, please proceed to your house tables. To my far right is Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and to my furthest left is Hufflepuff." Fleur gestured from right to left and the first year's eyes followed her. Before clearing it up the sorting started.
"Adonte, Catherine." Fleur said and a fairly tall redhead girl stepped forward. She was tall for her age with freckles on her face, light skin and red hair but not Weasley red. Did I mention she was tall for her age? The hat had a minute or two to think. It was a long minute or two.
"Gryffindor!" The Hat exclaimed and the room clapped, not just the Gryffs.
"Adonte, Christopher." A tall boy with red hair stepped forward. Like his sister, he had freckles with a darker shade of red hair, still not the Weasley red. Why were they so tall? Again, another long minute or two.
"Slytherin!" The Hat yelled and the room clapped loudly.
"Agora, Vergil." Vergil walked calmly and sat. His brown hair was almost standing up and his blue eyes were filled with worry.
Minutes passed. Vergil sighed. The Hat looked troubled. "Mr. Sorting Hat, is something wrong?" Fleur inquired. The Sorting Hat, after a minute, laughed and Vergil did too. Fleur's eyebrow rose.
"Hufflepuff!" The room erupted into a loud happy yell.
Order was finally found and they continued. Students came and go, one Jason Brice went into Slytherin and some other students went to different houses.
"oh um, Lacoursière, Françoise." Fleur was surprised. There was a french girl. Fleur smiled.
Françoise walked to the stool, her long brown hair was like silk and her grey eyes were simply exquisite. Her cream white skin without blemish. She looked... older for her age.
Again, minutes passed. "Mr. Sorting Hat, we haven't finished half the students, please." Fleur pleaded.
"Sorry dear, the students that came in now, all of them are so... special." Cryptically said the Sorting Hat. Fleur just nodded.
"Well, let's put you into Slytherin!" The room was again giving the french girl their happy hoorays.
More students were sorted and when "Osmond, Miyuki" was called and the girl sat the hat once again thought for minutes.
"Ravenclaw!" The Hat shouted and the room yelled praises.
More students were sorted into various houses.
"Quintille, Harper." The girl who was with Miyuki before rose and took a seat. She wished she was in the same house as Miyuki.
"Gryffindor!" The room hoorayed. Harper was depressed that her first friend is not in her house. She looked at Miyuki who mouthed 'Its alright'. Harper smiled.
Many more students were sorted.
Fleur smiled when she read the name "Trankshaw, Mila." The Half-blood skipped happily to the stool, worries about what happened on the express disappearing for a moment.
Once again the Hat was silent for a period of time. "Mr. Hat, at this rate we won't be able to eat." The room laughed and Harry did to. He had to talk to the hat about this later. While the hat cannot divulge what it found in the mind, there has to be some explanation why it took it a long time to sort those students while others were off the bat.
"I'm getting to it Mrs. Potter. Hufflepuff!" Mila couldn't believe it. She was sure she was going into Ravenclaw.
"Travis, Jeremiah" sat and the hat said "Slytherin!" The room yelled a hooray.
"Veratume, Anthony." at this name, Alexander looked very interested. 'Well I'll be damned' Alexander thought.
Once again, silence. The Hat was thinking. "Hufflepuff!" The room yelled and Anthony's face was pure joy. He would get to make it up to Mila.
"Lastly, Xandrus, Lance." The boy walked to the stool. The lights in the Halls flickered for a moment and Harry swore that he felt a very very brief burst of magic from the boy. He would have to keep an eye on this boy.
Thinking...Thinking "Ravenclaw!" Lance walked to the table and everyone was sorted. Fleur concluded her work. She vanished the stool and the Hat magically disappeared, most likely going back to the Headmaster's office. She walked calmly back to her seat and whispered to Harry, "Your Turn". Harry gulped and gathering all of Godric's bravery, he stood up and walked to the Podium.
"May I have your attention please. Before we start with dinner, I have a few announcements." Harry said as he stood on the podium, getting everyone's attention.
"First of all, thank you for accepting me as your Headmaster." When he said this, everyone clapped, even the Slytherins. He raised a hand and everyone went silent.
"I will do my best to live up to the great Albus Dumbledore. Secondly I will be announcing the new Head of House. Gryffindor has a new Head of House,"
Alexander rose from his seat. The man was as tall as Harry. His body is built for strenuous physical activities and underneath his leather garb are battle scars from previous enemies that he fought. His skin is tanned mainly because of all the training he has done under the sun. The most notable feature about Alexander is the scar that is place on his right cheek in the shape of a cross. Harry jokingly said they were Scar Buddies.
"This is Alexander Clodoveo. He is a Spanish Knight that has agreed to teach the subject Swordsmanship." the boys cheered. Harry smiled, he knew boys wanted to play. "This course is offered to 3rd years and above who have an Outstanding in their Defense of the Dark Arts in their 2nd year. You could take this course in place of Defense but you must achieve an Acceptable in this class to continue to be in it." Murmurs from each tables started. Students already planning to switch smiled and high fived each other.
After the room quieted, Alexander sat back down. Harry continued his announcements.
"The Slytherin House also have a new Head of House." Harry started and looks were exchanged amongst the snakes.
Constance looked ready to faint as she stood up and presented herself to the Hall. For a 20 year old, being one of the most powerful witch the US has brought forth is amazing but even with all her power reserves and her huge magical core, she was usually a shy, quiet type. Unknowing to her that Harry regarded her as his younger sister. She was about 166cm in height and her body was athletically fit but not overbearing like some. Her wavy brown hair reached her shoulder blades and her Grey eyes looked enchanting. Her ample bosom were larger than Fleur's, cupping at a 35D bra size. Fleur didn't mind because Harry was hers. Her pale complexion almost matched the Adonte twins'. Constance looked the Hall with all the determination she could muster. She was going to be Head of Slytherin, and she will damn well do her best to live up to the expectation.
"This is Constance Bennett. She is a Pureblood Witch from the States. She has also agreed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Already the Slytherins were examining the witch and some boys stole a glance at her bountiful set.
"Now what is most intriguing about her is that she passed all of the NEWT tests with an Outstanding and finished her schooling at the age of 14. The States ranked her 2nd in the during its yearly Dueling Tests. And we have heard all the rumors that it is a gruesome challenge that may kill its participants. Also, her magic is second to none and she could hold herself against an all out battle against me." The room fell silent and examined the witch more closely. Someone could hold her own against the Great Harry Potter?
Constance blushed at the added attention and looked at Harry and with all the courage she could gain she said "Don't be modest Headmaster, I am far from your level. The last we battled Hogsmead needed repair because of the backlash of your energy." Constance grinned, deflecting the attention.
"Quite, but remember Constance that Professor Sprout and Professor Hagrid had a difficult time regrowing the Quidditch Pitch when you suddenly broke one of the Threads of Reality. Such a feat like that cannot go ignored." Harry smiled a mischievous one and Constance once again blushed but this time in a darker shade that matched the Weasleys'.
"Quite," She said and sat down. The room was silent and everyone was struck by this. She broke a Thread of Reality? Just how powerful is this witch? Was the question everyone was thinking except the Staff who knew the full extent of Constance's power. Harry smiled, Constance was like a sister to him even if Constance was unaware about it.
"Moving on, since our beloved Professor Mr. Binns finally decided to move on, our History of Magic position is filled in by my good friend Arthur D. Coyle." An old man rose up. He was in his mid 50s with salt and pepper hair while his eyes were eerily white; like he hasn't seen the light in a long time. He wore a Victorian Era suit and a top hat and a cane. He wore a monocle on his left eye. He looked like an aristocrat by the looks but Harry knew who Arthur really was. The History of Magic Professor sat back down.
"While we will miss Professor Slughorn since he went back into retirement, our Potions Master position has been taken by a friend, Hermes Flamel." A man in his 40s stood up. He had red hair that was neatly trimmed and his dark brown eyes scanned the entire scene. Surely the students knew who his parents were.
"Professor Flamel has also agreed to teach a new course called Alchemy." Students eyes widened, especially the Purebloods. Alchemy was a lost art they knew that, and the son of the great Alchemists Nicholas and Perenelle has agreed to bestow upon them the knowledge of said art. Some of the higher Purebloods were drooling. "However, this is a course for those in their seventh year. The requirements to take this class to have all Outstandings in all levels of Potion." Some of the pureloods groaned at this while the Muggleborns and Half-bloods were listening attentively. Hermes sat down.
"Our Divination Professor Ms. Sybill went out on a journey to strengthen her Sight. The role of Divination Professor was given to her cousin, Martha Trelawney IV." Harry said and gestured to the woman who stood up. She looked exactly like Sybill but her glasses are rectangular, a more modern version, and her hair is browner than Sybill's. She wore almost exactly the kind of clothes you'd expect to see Sybill wear. She smiled and sat down.
"We mourn the loss of our own." Harry started with a somber voice. Everyone knew who was lost. "Our beloved Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor Ms. Minerva McGonagall has started her next great adventure." Harry said, almost whispering and tears threatened to fall. The Hall was silent. They loved McGonagall and while people saw her as the strict professor, the students loved her for being one of the most understanding and kind professor they had.
After a minute of silence, Harry looked up. "Now, the position of Transfiguration Professor is taken by the lovely Fleur Delacour." Harry smiled when he said his wife's name. The room seemed to brighten as Fleur stood up and gave the hall a reassuring smile. She said "I will do my utmost best to live up to the expectations McGonagall has set." She said in a cheery voice.
"Yes thank you Professor. Now, the Board has issued new classes. Wizard Accounting will be taught by Professor Lionel Griquc." The Half-Goblin stood up. "for those of you who will take this course, once you graduate from NEWT WA with an Exceeds Expectations, Gringott Bank will automatically hire you. However the subject is not easy. But I hear those of you who do get hired will be the first humans to ever be employed in Gringotts since its founding, and i believe the pay is quite handsome." Lionel said. Harry nodded and the students contemplated their choices.
"Since technology and magic now coexist, there is pressing need to educate the young about the whats-its needed to operate technology. Professor Camille Freemont has taken the liberty to teach you in a course called Muggle Technology," Camille stood up. The Black beauty's hair was curly and tied into a pony tail and her eyes process all the glances and body language the students gave her like a super computer.
"Muggle technology is mandated for all years. There is also the advancements of Muggles in the realm of Science. It teaches us things wizards are sometime ignorant of. Like what is water made out of and why or how fire burns. Our professor for General Science is Chen Quan Long," the Asian professor who wore a lab robe-gown and has short spiky black hair with magical goggles hanging from his neck stood up. "Professor Long is what Muggles call a Scientist. He is a wizard like us but is more fascinated by the hows rather than the wows." The room laughed slightly by Harry's analogy. "General Science is also mandated to all levels. If you take NEWT Science, your course will change into NEWT Physics," The muggleborns groaned at this. Chen laughed out loud.
"Lastly, the ministry pressed the issue of Healers declining, that is why the Board resurrected Healing as a course. It will be taught by our own Poppy Pomfrey while the head healer will be replaced by her apprentice Healer Acacia Truggonsdóttir." The two healers stood up and watched the crowd's reaction. Acacia's skin is as white as snow and her lips were cherry colored. Her red hair pulled back and in a braid while her face was without blemish.
"Everyone please welcome them into our family." The hall erupted into a cheerful and loud applause and every professor was touched.
When the applause died down, Harry continued. "If you so wish to join some of the non-mandated courses, please approach your prefects. They will answer your questions. They are the ones who are sitting at the edge of the tables." Harry explained. He sighed. He still had to explain the whole tournament thing.
"As you all know, the Triwizard Tournament was canceled the last time due to some... complications. Rest assured that these complications are solved and that it will never happen again." Harry said, not including the war and voldy's role to play for that.
"The Triwizard Tournament will be held once again, here in Hogwarts to be exact." seventh years were cheering and the other students already started a bidding pool on who will join and who will get picked. Once the commotion ceased, Harry continued.
"Durmstrang and Beauxbaton will arrive shortly before Chirstmas. I expect nothing less than than good morals from my students. The same rules will apply for the Tournament. Only those 7th year students are allowed. If you are interested please come see Professor Bennett. She will assess whether you are ready or not." Harry explained. Seeing some of the Gryffindor 7th years with eyes begging to join, he remembered the time when he did.
"I must warn you, the tournament is not easy. I speak from experience and so does Professor Delacour. We lost a friend to that tournament... and he was a very good friend to both of us." Harry somberly said. Fleur looked depressed and Sprout was crying. Cedric Diggory will be missed.
"There is also the Yule Ball. It will be held after the First Task during the Eve of Christmas. It is a joyous occasion, and it is where I found my wife." Harry said shifting the mood. Fleur smiled his direction and Harry did too. Sprout was still crying but light now. The students who were smart enough to know what was happening between Fleur and Harry should know that Harry was implying to Fleur.
"Now that its all taken care of, Let the Feast Begin." On cue, food appeared on the tables and everyone gladly ate and chatted amongst themselves.
" 'Arry, you did good. Now come, you still owe me something." Fleur said winking, feeding him a strawberry in the most platonic way she could muster. Harry gladly accepted.
The hall was filled with people who enjoyed the simple things in life. It was here you could see students snapping pictures of themselves with friends and some others were seated in different tables. Of course there is the occasional snog, and it was perfectly fine.
"Oh! Someone asked what the password to the School's Wi-fi was. Well to answer your question, each house has a different server for the wi-fi and such a different password for each. the Great Hall's is OurHome." Camille piped up with her wand on her throat. Suddenly the students whipped up their phones to enter it. The staff smiled and Camille laughed.
Martha looked at this scene and to the headmaster. She shifted her eyes to the students which the sorting hat had time to sort. This will be a Very, interesting year to say the least.