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After having a conversation with his friends, Ethan was going to buy some candy to change the mood to normal and for Eddie because chocolate will be great for his condition to become normal. So, Ethan exited from the apartment and decided to approach the trolley lady.
As he walked down the narrow aisle, he spotted the girl he had seen in Diagon Alley - the one with the long, silky blonde hair. She was standing near the trolley, her back turned to him, accompanied by another girl with petite stature and light black hair.
Ethan couldn't help but feel intrigued by the blonde girl's aloof demeanour. He had always been drawn to mystery, and there was something mysterious about her, something that made him want to uncover the secrets behind her icy facade.
Clearing his throat, Ethan leaned in and asked the trolley lady, "Excuse me, which candy do you recommend?"
To his disappointment, the blonde girl remained silent, her attention focused on the candy in front of her. It was her friend who answered, pointing at a tray of colourful candies.
"These ones are really good," the friend said with a smile.
Ethan thanked her and grabbed a handful of candies. The blonde girl remained silent, her gaze icy and distant. Ethan couldn't help but feel intrigued by her. She seemed to radiate a sense of power and self-possession, and he couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath her calm exterior.He could feel her eyes on him, but when he looked up, she turned away, her expression unreadable.
The petite girl seemed to notice Ethan's curiosity. "I don't think I've seen you before," she said, eyeing him curiously.
Ethan smiled. "I'm a student from Durmstrang Institute, according to the new ICW law, all houses of origin families had to send their children to Hogwarts to complete their OWLs at least, after that they can live or study anywhere they want."
The petite girl's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that's why there are so many new students here that I've never seen before."
The blonde girl spoke up, her voice cool and detached. "I already mentioned it to you, Tracey. You forget things too easily."
Tracey shrugged, "Oh, sorry. Anyway, I'm Tracey Davis, and this is Daphne Greengrass."
Ethan nodded in acknowledgement, taking in Daphne's aloof demeanour. He had heard about the Greengrass family and their pureblood beliefs, but he didn't let it bother him. He believed in judging people based on their actions, not their family names.
"Nice to meet you both," Ethan said, offering a polite smile.
Daphne merely nodded, her expression still unreadable.
Ethan felt a chill run down his spine at the blonde girl's tone. He couldn't help but feel that there was more to her than met the eye.
He sensed a deep well of darkness within her, and couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Ethan excused himself and made his way back to his compartment. But as he sat down, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Daphne Greengrass than what she let on. He could sense a darkness lurking beneath her icy exterior.
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The compartment door slid open and in stepped a boy who looked to be around his age. He had sleek blond hair, pointed features, and a sneer on his face
Draco Malfoy sauntered up to Daniel, Ron, Hermione, and Neville with an air of superiority.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous Daniel Potter," he drawled, looking Daniel up and down. "And the Weasel and the Mudblood," he added, turning to Ron and Hermione.
Ron bristled at the insult, but before he could say anything, Hermione stepped forward. "We prefer the terms 'witch' and 'wizard,' thank you very much," she said, her voice steely.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh, how cute. The little Mudblood thinks she can talk back to me."
Daniel could feel his temper rising, but he held himself in check. He had enough on his plate without getting into a fight with Draco Malfoy on his first day at Hogwarts.
But Neville, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "You leave her alone," he said, his voice surprisingly firm. "She's ten times the wizard you'll ever be."
Draco snorted. "Is that so?"
Daniel tensed at the sound of his voice, but he refused to show any fear. Instead, he stood tall and faced Draco head-on.
"And who might you be?" Daniel retorted.
"Draco Malfoy," he drawled. "The name you'll be hearing a lot at Hogwarts."
"I highly doubt that," Hermione said, stepping forward. "We've got better things to do than listen to your big-headedness."
Ron stepped up next to Daniel, his wand at the ready. "I wouldn't mess with us, Malfoy. We're not afraid of you or your family."
Draco sneered at the group. "We'll see about that," he said before walking away.
Daniel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease after their encounter with Draco. He had heard rumours about the Malfoy family and their association with dark wizards, and he knew that he would need to keep his guard up around Draco and his friends.
But for now, he was just excited to be starting his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He couldn't wait to see what adventures awaited him, and he was eager to make new friends and learn magic.
As they made their way to the Hogwarts Express, Daniel, Ron, Hermione, and Neville talked excitedly about their hopes and dreams for the upcoming school year. They talked about their favourite classes, their favourite professors, and their plans to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Ethan and his friends
"Eddie, I got you some chocolate frogs," Ethan said, handing the sweets to his friend. "I thought they might help."
Eddie smiled weakly and took one of the chocolate frogs. As he ate it, he seemed to regain some of his colour and energy.
"Thanks, Ethan," Eddie said gratefully. "I'm feeling a bit better now."
Ethan smiled at his friend, relieved that he was feeling better. He knew that they still had a long journey ahead of them, and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep his friends safe. As he looked out the window at the passing scenery, he couldn't help but wonder what adventures awaited them at Hogwarts.
As the Hogwarts Express chugged into Hogsmeade station, Ethan felt a rush of excitement. He couldn't wait to explore the village and its surroundings. As he and his friends stepped out of the train, they were greeted by the sight of a bustling, picturesque village. The cobblestone streets were lined with quaint shops and colourful buildings. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and sweet treats.
Ethan led his friends towards the exit, where they were met by a group of older students who were there to guide the first-year students,while returning students were eager to reunite with their friends and start the new school year.
For the students of Durmstrang Institute, this was their first time experiencing the magical world of Hogwarts. They gazed in amazement as they disembarked from the train and saw the towering castle before them. Everything was so different from what they were used to back home, from the architecture to the customs of the Hogwarts students.
Meanwhile, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic students were equally in awe of the sight before them. They marvelled at the castle's grandeur and the vastness of the grounds. Everything seemed so enchanted and mystical compared to their school back in France.
As for the Mahoutokoro students, they were fascinated by the sheer history and tradition of Hogwarts. They had heard many stories of the famous wizarding school and its renowned alumni, and they couldn't wait to explore the castle and its many secrets.
Even the students of Uagadou, Castelobruxo, and Ilvermorny felt a sense of wonder as they approached the Hogwarts castle. They were eager to learn more about the school and its magical curriculum, and to make new friends among the diverse student body.
The castle itself was an awe-inspiring sight, towering high above the trees, its turrets and towers stretching towards the sky. As they approached, the students caught glimpses of the sparkling lake that lay in front of the castle, its waters shimmering in the moonlight. The sight was almost magical, as if the castle and the lake were alive and pulsing with energy.
As they crossed the lake, the students couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Hogwarts. The castle walls were made of ancient stones, some of which were rumoured to be from the time of the great wizard Merlin himself. Ivy crept up the walls, giving the castle a timeless, mysterious look.
The entrance to Hogwarts was equally impressive. Two massive doors made of solid oak, carved with intricate designs, greeted the students. The doors were so tall that it looked as if they could have been taken straight out of a fairy tale.
The students could hardly contain their excitement as they passed through the doors and entered the castle. The Great Hall was their first glimpse of Hogwarts' interior, and it was nothing short of breathtaking. The high ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky, complete with twinkling stars and a full moon. The four long tables were set up for the feast that would take place later that evening, and the students couldn't wait to take their place at their respective house tables.
As they walked through the castle, the students couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and magic. Everywhere they looked, there were intricate carvings, statues, and paintings that seemed to come alive before their eyes. The castle was a living, breathing entity, steeped in magic and history.
The students knew that their time at Hogwarts would be a magical one, filled with adventure, discovery, and friendship. They couldn't wait to explore every corner of the castle, and to learn from some of the greatest wizards and witches of all time.
"The student's who are going to be sorted this year, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. "
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose and looked at the other school students who stood confidently. Daniel nervously tried to flatten his hair. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Daniel asked Ron. "Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Daniel's heart gave a horrible jolt.
No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom. Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air -- several people behind him screamed. "What the --?" He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing hereA ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded mutely. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said Friar. "My old house, you know."?"
Ethan observed his younger brother's every move with hawk-like attention.He couldn't believe how nervous his brother was about the sorting ceremony, I guess that means father and mother never told him about sorting hat.
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line,"Professor McGonagall told all the students, "and follow me."
Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Ethan got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Eddie behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Ethan had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led all the students up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.
Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the students who were going to be sorted. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffiends apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Daniel. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll." Daniel smiled weakly.
Ethan and the other Drumstrang students were struck with a sense of unease, as though a swarm of restless bees had taken up residence in their chests. The very thought of the Sorting Hat's knowledge of their involvement with Gellert Grindelwald sent shivers down their spines. What if the Hat betrayed them? What if it spilled every sordid detail of their dark plans to Albus Dumbledore, the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards? The mere thought of it made their blood run cold.
And if that happened, they would be doomed to a lifetime of misery, with no chance of escape. Their professor, the one who had taught them magic of all kinds, the one who had stood by them when no one else would, would pay the ultimate price for their actions. All of his hard work, his dedication, and his life would be snuffed out in a single moment.
But this wasn't just about their professor. It was about so much more than that. It was about survival, about standing up to the pureblood supremacists who ruled the wizarding world with an iron fist. It was about making a name for themselves, proving that they were just as powerful and just as capable as any pureblood wizard or witch.
Their professor had given them a chance, a glimmer of hope in a world that had all but written them off as inferior. He had fed them when they were starving, given them shelter when they had nowhere else to go. He had helped them rise above their station, to stand tall in a society that sought to crush them like so many insignificant insects.
But now, it was up to them. They had a choice to make. They could either cower in fear, hide from the Sorting Hat's wrath, and watch as their professor was dragged off to Azkaban. Or they could stand tall, face their accusers, and fight for what they believed in.
The choice was theirs. And in that moment, as they stood there, hearts pounding but they managed to control themself like proficient legumineuses, they knew what they had to do. They would face the Sorting Hat's judgement head-on, whatever the consequences. For they were the brave and fearless, cunning students of Drumstrang, and they would never back down in the face of adversity.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.
"Abbott, Hannah!" A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Ethan saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. "Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them. " Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Daniel could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPUFF!
Sometimes, Ethan noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Daniel in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. "GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned.
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR,"
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself. There weren't many people left now. "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then then, -- "Potter, Daniel!"
As Daniel stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. "Potter,
Did she say that?" The Daniel Potter?"
The last thing Daniel saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he 97 was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either but in the future who knows. There's talent, A my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"
Daniel gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well, if you're sure -- better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Daniel heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Daniel sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Daniel the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.
And there, in the centre of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore.. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.
And now there are only the other school students who going to start their study from now on at least until the OWL exam passes.
"Sophia Sally" who is starting first year here.
"Ravenclaw" she ran off to the Ravenclaw table, several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Sophia as she joined them.
"Isabella Moon" who is starting Forth year. Isabella Moon walked confidently towards the Sorting Hat, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the table. She could feel the eyes of the Drumstrang students boring into her, their wands at the ready in case anything went wrong. But she refused to let her nerves get the better of her. She was determined to show the Sorting Hat that she was a brave and powerful witch.
As she sat down, the Sorting Hat was quick to pick up on her talent for Occlumency. "Ah, Isabella Moon," the Sorting Hat said. " In this age you have some good Occlumency shield which will serve you well in the years to come."
Isabella's heart swelled with pride at the Sorting Hat's words. She had always known that she was gifted, but to hear it from the Sorting Hat himself was a validation beyond comparison.
But her elation was short-lived, as the Sorting Hat's next words sent a shiver down her spine. "However," the Sorting Hat continued, "I must warn you that your defences are not impenetrable. I can easily penetrate your Occlumency shields and see into your mind."
Isabella's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the Sorting Hat prying into her deepest thoughts and secrets. But before she could protest, the Sorting Hat spoke again.
"I see that you and some of your fellow Drumstrang students were involved with the previous Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald," the Sorting Hat said. "But fear not, Isabella. Your secrets are safe with me. I will not reveal your involvement to anyone, not even Albus Dumbledore."
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief at the Sorting Hat's words. She had been so worried that her past would come back to haunt her, that she would be branded a traitor and expelled from Hogwarts. But now she knew that she could trust the Sorting Hat to keep her secrets safe.
"I see great potential in you, Isabella Moon," the Sorting Hat said, "and I have no doubt that you will become a powerful witch in the years to come. Just remember that the past does not define you. The Dark Lord walks on the right path as always time changes every person. It is up to you to choose your own path and create your own destiny."
With those words, the Sorting Hat shout
"Slytherin"
Isabella Moon beamed with pride as the Sorting Hat shouted out "Slytherin!" She knew that this was the house where she belonged, and she could already feel the camaraderie and support of her fellow Slytherins.
As she got up from the wooden table, she shot a thumbs up to the Drumstrang students who had been eyeing her warily. With a smirk on her face, she made her way over to the Slytherin table, her head held high.
The other Slytherins erupted into cheers as Isabella approached, welcoming her with open arms.
"Laura Madley" who is going to study second year in hogwarts.
"Gryffindor" expanding cheers from Gryffindor table
"Jeck Branstone" who is going to study third year in hogwarts.
"Hufflepuff" cheers from the Hufflepuff table.
"Kevin Chang" who is going to study third year in hogwarts.
"Gryffindor" makes his way to the Ravenclaw table, he is greeted with enthusiastic cheers from his housemates who are proud to have him among them.
Now only Ethan and his friends are remaining to sorted, minerva mcgonagall announce the name "Emma Pritchard"
Emma Pritchard took a deep breath as she stepped forward to have the Sorting Hat placed on her head. She closed her eyes and waited for the Sorting Hat to do its work. The Hat seemed to take longer than usual with Emma, as if it was having trouble deciding where to place her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Hat spoke up in her mind.
"Hmm, interesting. I see great potential in you, Miss Pritchard. You have a strong sense of loyalty and determination. I sense that you care deeply for your friend, Ethan and Eddie, even though they are not your blood. This is a rare quality indeed."
Emma was taken aback by the Hat's words, but she nodded in agreement. The Sorting Hat continued, "But I must caution you, Miss Pritchard. Ethan has a darkness within him that must be kept in check and the poor boy Eddie has to deal with a problem for the rest of his life. You have the potential to be a great friend to them and help them stay on the right path. However, if you were to turn your back on them, they may spiral into darkness and suffer more than you ever thought" Emma gasped
The Hat paused for a moment before making its final decision. "I think, Miss Pritchard, that you belong in Ravenclaw. You have a sharp mind and a thirst for knowledge. Use these qualities to help your friend and those around you. Congratulations, Miss Pritchard, and welcome to Ravenclaw!"
The Great Hall erupted into cheers as Emma made her way over to the Ravenclaw table, feeling a sense of relief and pride.
"Eddie Wilkes" Eddie Wilkes stepped nervously towards the Sorting Hat, his pale complexion giving away his anxiety. His left cheek had a small scratch .Despite his nervousness, he couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of being sorted into a Hogwarts house.
As the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, Eddie closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable verdict. But instead of a house being called out, he heard a voice inside his head.
"I am so sorry about your condition, Eddie," the Sorting Hat said softly. "You are a brave young boy who faces your Lycanthropy like a warrior. And you have true and genuine friends in Ethan and Emma. Do not abandon them, always stand by their side."
Eddie's heart swelled with emotion as he heard the Sorting Hat's words. He had always been worried about his condition, worried that he would be ostracised by his fellow students. But hearing the Sorting Hat's words of encouragement gave him the strength he needed to face the challenges that lay ahead.
As the Sorting Hat called out "Gryffindor!"
As he made his way over to the Gryffindor table, Eddie couldn't help but feel grateful for his friends, Ethan and Emma. They had always been there for him, through thick and thin, and he knew that he could always count on them.
With a smile on his face, Eddie took his seat at the Ravenclaw table, ready to start his Hogwarts journey with his loyal friends by his side.
"Rosier Ethan"
Daphne was filled with curiosity upon hearing the name "Ethan Rosier," the boy she had met on the Hogwarts train.
Ethan Rosier stepped forward, standing tall like a proper, handsome pureblood. It was impossible not to be captivated by his striking appearance. At 5'6", he exuded an aura of confidence and elegance that was characteristic of the noble lineage from which he hailed. His black hair, falling over one eye, lent a mysterious and enigmatic quality to his already alluring features.
Ethan's striking green eyes seemed to sparkle with intelligence and wit, hinting at the cunning and astuteness that lay beneath his refined exterior. His aristocratic face was chiselled and defined, with sharp cheekbones and a perfectly proportioned jawline that was accentuated by a faint hint of stubble.
Dressed in pureblood robes that hugged his lean and toned frame, he cut a handsome figure that was both regal and imposing. The robes were intricately embroidered with silver threads, further emphasising his impeccable taste and high status. As her gaze trailed down his neck, Daphne caught sight of a snake tattoo, which lent an air of danger and unpredictability to his otherwise composed demeanour.
In all, this pureblood was a vision of perfection, a true embodiment of the nobility and grace that was characteristic of the wizarding world's most esteemed families.
his heart beating fast. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and he closed his eyes, waiting for it to speak.
"Ah, another Potter ," the Sorting Hat said, its voice echoing in Ethan's mind. "I see how you and your brother survived that day. If Lily Potter had not created protection by the love she has for his son's, you would not be sitting here today."
Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as the Sorting Hat spoke. It seemed to know more about him than he had expected.
"Your path has not been an easy one, Ethan," the Sorting Hat continued. "I have not seen a child go through such hardship in a long time. But you are strong, and you have persevered through it all. You are like Voldemort in many ways - powerful, gifted, and ambitious. But you have something he never did - a good heart. You are not evil, not yet. But you must be careful, for darkness lingers in your soul. Stay true to the light, Ethan, and you will achieve greatness in the future."
Ethan's eyes widened as he heard the Sorting Hat's words. He had never thought of himself as being like Voldemort, but he couldn't deny the similarities.
"I understand," he said to the Sorting Hat, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Sorting Hat chuckled. "Very well then, Mr. Rosier. You have the qualities of both Slytherin and Ravenclaw, I believe there is a place where you will truly shine but you never run from your destiny. A day comes when you have to be exposed to people. "Slytherin" The Great Hall erupted into cheers as the Sorting Hat was lifted off Ethan's head, and he made his way over to the Slytherin table and seat near Isabella feeling relieved and apprehensive about what lay ahead.
Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! "Thank you!"
Ethan sat at the Slytherin table, surrounded by an array of fine dining dishes. The table was adorned with the finest silverware and glassware, befitting of a pureblood family such as his. Roast beef, chicken, lamb chops, and pork chops were laid out before him, along with sausages, bacon, and steak. A variety of potatoes, including boiled, roasted, and fried, were accompanied by a side of peas and carrots. Gravy and ketchup were served in elegant silver dishes.
As a Rosier, Ethan was used to such luxuries, but he still savoured the flavours of his favourite dishes. He cut into the juicy roast beef, savouring each bite. He couldn't resist the crispy bacon, and the peppermint humbugs provided a refreshing finish to his meal. Despite the grandeur of the dining experience, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort in the familiar tastes and smells of his favorite foods.
Ethan looked up at the high table. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.
Who is our house head? Asked Ethan to his left hand side students.
You don't know, well do you see the teacher talking with a teacher who is wearing a turban?
Yes" ans Ethan.
He is slytherin head of the house, professor snape and he teaches portion in hogwarts.
"Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. "All sorted students should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. "And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Ethan's heart skipped a beat as Dumbledore's words registered in his mind.That means Gellert letter information was true. The Philosopher's Stone, the legendary artefact said to grant immortality and unlimited wealth to its possessor, kept in Hogwarts. What does Albus want from the Philosopher's stone ? does he want immortality? Then he already steal it from Nicolas Flamel the creator of philosopher stone. If he already possessed it then why did he store it on the third floor? He can use it for eternity and nobody ever knows that he possessed a philosopher's stone. There is something going on.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Ethan noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
After Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
As Dumbledore finished his speech, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom wash over him. He had heard it all before, and the sentimental display of magic had done nothing to impress him. He was not like the naive first-year muggle-born students who were in awe of everything around them. He was a pure-blood, born and raised in a world of magic.
As the other students began to leave the Great Hall, Ethan lingered behind, studying the faces of his fellow Slytherins. He knew that he had to make a name for himself in this new environment, and he was determined to rise to the top of the pack.
He had come to Hogwarts with a goal in mind, and he knew he couldn't achieve it alone. He would need allies, those who were willing to follow him into the path he chose.
As he surveyed the Slytherin table, he saw potential in some of his housemates. There was Malfoy, Flint, Zabini, Nott, Mulciber and many more of course, who already seemed to share Ethan's ambition for power. And then there were the others, the ones who seemed to have a hunger for something more, something beyond what Hogwarts had to offer.
Ethan knew he could use that hunger to his advantage. He would find those who were willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want, and he would lead them. Together, they would work towards their shared goal, no matter what the cost.
As he rose from the table and made his way towards the Slytherin dormitory, Ethan couldn't help but smile. He knew the path he was on was a dark one, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. And with his cunning and his ambition, he knew he would succeed.
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