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Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the silence, "Potter, Harry!"
The Great Hall erupted into whispers, a flurry of excited murmurs sweeping across the room. Harry Potter, the boy with the legendary lightning-shaped scar, felt his nerves spike as he heard snippets of conversation.
"Harry? Is he really...?"
"The Harry Potter!"
"He's so handsome!"
"Look at his muscles!"
The whispers grew louder, a cacophony of awe and curiosity. Even the teachers were exchanging hushed remarks, their eyes fixed on Harry. However, two individuals remained impassive: Professor McGonagall and a gaunt, dark-haired man with a scowl - Professor Snape. Only Dumbledore's twinkling eyes betrayed his eagerness.
The whispers became so intense that McGonagall's face turned stern. "SILENCE!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the hall.
The room fell silent once more. McGonagall's gaze returned to Harry. "Potter, Harry!" she repeated.
Ron Weasley, sitting beside Harry, gave him a gentle push. "Go on, Harry!" he whispered.
Harry stood up, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the sorting stool, the entire hall watching his every step.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Harry's head, her voice warm and encouraging. "Good luck, Mr. Potter."
Harry closed his eyes, trying to shut out the whispers and murmurs that still lingered in the air. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him - excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear.
As the Hat settled on his head, Harry's mind began to race. What if he didn't make it ? What if he disappointed Ron and Hermione? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
But alongside the doubts, Harry felt a surge of determination. He wanted to prove himself, to show that he was more than just "The Boy Who Lived." He wanted to make his parents proud, and to forge his own path.
The Sorting Hat's silence was almost palpable, as if it too was weighing Harry's thoughts and feelings. Harry's heart pounded in anticipation, his entire future seemingly hanging in the balance.
As Harry sat motionless, the Sorting Hat's voice echoed in his mind.
"Ah, difficult, very difficult indeed," the Hat said. "I must consider carefully. Let us begin with Hufflepuff. Ah, Hufflepuff, the house of hard work and patience. Those who value loyalty, fairness, and dedication. Their bravery is not always loud, but it is steadfast and true."
"You, Harry Potter, possess many of these qualities," the Hat continued. "Your loyalty to Ginny Weasley ,Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger is unwavering. Your determination to protect others, even at great personal risk, is admirable. Your hard work and perseverance in the face of adversity are traits that Hufflepuffs hold dear. You also have way with animals."
"Furthermore, your willingness to listen and learn from others demonstrates a humility that is essential to Hufflepuff's values. You are not one to seek glory or recognition, content instead to work tirelessly behind the scenes."
The Hat's voice paused, considering its next words carefully.
"Indeed, Harry, you embody many of the characteristics that make a Hufflepuff great. But..."
The Hat's voice trailed off, leaving Harry wondering if he would be sorted into Hufflepuff or if the Hat had other plans for him.
As Harry sat motionless, the Sorting Hat's voice continued to echo in his mind.
"Ah, difficult, very difficult indeed," the Hat reiterated. "Moving on to Ravenclaw... the house of wisdom, creativity, and intellectual curiosity. Those who value knowledge, insight, and cleverness call Ravenclaw home."
"Interestingly, Harry Potter, you also possess many Ravenclaw traits," the Hat observed. "Your resourcefulness and quick thinking have helped you navigate challenging situations. Your curiosity and desire to learn are admirable, and your ability to piece together complex puzzles is impressive."
"Your cleverness in evading Voldemort's followers and uncovering hidden truths demonstrates a sharp mind and a keen intellect. Your love of learning and your eagerness to absorb new information are qualities that Ravenclaws cherish."
"Moreover, your creative problem-solving skills and innovative thinking have served you well in times of crisis. You are not afraid to challenge conventional wisdom and explore unconventional solutions."
The Hat's voice paused once more, weighing its options.
"Indeed, Harry, you exhibit many of the characteristics that make a Ravenclaw exceptional. But... your bravery, loyalty, and determination also align with another house..."
The Hat's voice trailed off, leaving Harry wondering which house would ultimately claim him. Would it be Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or perhaps another house altogether?
As Harry sat motionless, the Sorting Hat's voice continued to echo in his mind.
"Ah, difficult, very difficult indeed," the Hat reiterated. "Next, let us consider Slytherin... the house of ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness. Those who value determination, cleverness, and strategic thinking call Slytherin home."
"Surprisingly, Harry Potter, you also possess many Slytherin traits," the Hat observed. "Your determination to defeat the Dark Lord, despite the dangers, showcases your unwavering ambition. Your ability to think on your feet and adapt to challenging situations demonstrates cunning and resourcefulness."
"Your willingness to take risks and face challenges head-on reveals a boldness that Slytherins admire. Your strategic thinking and ability to outmaneuver your enemies are qualities that would serve you well in Slytherin."
"Moreover, your strong sense of self-preservation and instinct for survival have helped you navigate treacherous situations. Your ability to keep secrets and maintain confidentiality is another trait that Slytherins value."
The Hat's voice took on a slightly cautious tone.
"However, Harry, your motivations are not driven solely by ambition or personal gain. Your actions are guided by a stronger sense of justice and a desire to protect others. This sets you apart from some of Slytherin's more... unsavory tendencies."
The Hat's voice paused, weighing its final options.
"Indeed, Harry, you exhibit many of the characteristics that make a Slytherin formidable. But... your heart, your courage, and your unwavering commitment to what is right point to another house..."
The Hat's voice trailed off, leaving Harry wondering which house would ultimately claim him. The tension built as the Hat prepared to make its final decision.
As Harry sat motionless, the Sorting Hat's voice continued to echo in his mind.
"Ah, difficult, very difficult indeed," the Hat reiterated. "Finally, let us consider Gryffindor... the house of bravery, daring, and chivalry. Those who value courage, determination, and a strong sense of justice call Gryffindor home."
"Harry Potter, you embody the very spirit of Gryffindor," the Hat declared. "Your bravery in the face of danger is unparalleled. Your willingness to risk your own life to protect others is a hallmark of Gryffindor's finest."
"Your determination to stand up for what is right, even in the face of overwhelming odds, demonstrates the unwavering courage that Gryffindors admire. Your refusal to back down from challenges and your readiness to defend those who cannot defend themselves are traits that make Gryffindor proud."
"Moreover, your natural leadership abilities, your instinct to take charge and inspire others, are qualities that Gryffindor values highly. Your strong sense of justice and your desire to fight against darkness and oppression align perfectly with Gryffindor's noble traditions."
The Hat's voice grew more resolute.
"Indeed, Harry, you possess all the qualities that make a Gryffindor exceptional: bravery, loyalty, determination, and a heart that beats with a strong sense of what is right."
The Sorting Hat continued, "So, Harry Potter, you have qualities of all four houses. A very difficult choice, indeed. I must take my time, for I would not want to make a wrong sort."
Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to have a conversation with the Hat in his mind. "What's your name?" Harry asked.
"Ah, my name is Edward," the Hat replied. "Though few students have ever bothered to ask. Most are too nervous or eager to know their sorted house."
"Nice to meet you, Edward," Harry said, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over him.
"Likewise, Harry Potter," Edward responded. "I must say, you are quite the enigma. Your qualities align with all four houses, making my task rather... perplexing."
"I never thought I'd be so hard to sort," Harry said, chuckling.
"Indeed, you are a unique individual, Harry," Edward said. "But fear not, I will make the right choice for you. Your thoughts and desires are also important factors in my decision."
"What makes you so clever, Edward?" Harry asked, intrigued.
"Ah, centuries of experience and the wisdom of the Hogwarts founders," Edward replied. "They imbued me with their knowledge and insight, allowing me to read the hearts and minds of students."
"That's amazing," Harry said, impressed.
"Yes, well, it has its advantages," Edward said with a hint of dry humor. "Now, let me ponder your qualities once more... Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff...?"
Harry's curiosity continued to flow, and he asked Edward, "Do you prepare a new song every year for the sorting ceremony?"
"Indeed, I do," Edward replied. "It's a tradition I've maintained for centuries. Each year, I compose a new verse, reflecting the changing times and the unique qualities of the incoming students."
Harry's eyes widened in awe. "That's incredible."
Edward's voice took on a more serious tone as Harry asked his next question, "Can you access all my memories?"
"Yes, Harry," Edward said gently. "As the Sorting Hat, I have the ability to see into the depths of your mind. I can witness all your joys, fears, and sorrows."
Harry's thoughts turned to his painful past, and he hesitated before asking, "You can see... everything? All the abuse, all the sufferings?"
Edward's response was somber. "Yes, Harry. I see the scars that remain, the wounds that still linger. But know that I also see your strength, your resilience, and your capacity for love."
Harry's voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "Will you keep it a secret? The things I've endured?"
"Ah, Harry," Edward said, his voice filled with compassion. "Your secrets are safe with me. As the Sorting Hat, I have kept the confidences of countless students over the centuries. Your trust is sacred to me."
Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that Edward understood and would protect his secrets.
Edward's voice took on a thoughtful tone as he continued, "Ah, there's one more problem, Harry Potter. Your ancestry is... complicated."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, though he already suspected what Edward might say.
"You, Harry, are the blood heir to all four Hogwarts founders: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff," Edward revealed.
Harry nodded calmly, "I already knew that."
Edward's surprise was evident. "You did? How?"
"The goblins told me," Harry replied matter-of-factly. "They've been keeping track of my family's history for centuries."
Edward's voice was filled with awe. "I see. Well, that explains a great deal. But there's more, Harry. Your lineage extends even further... to Merlin himself."
Harry's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded again. "Yes, the goblins mentioned that too."
Edward's thoughts seemed to whirlwind. "Incredible. The last living heir of Merlin's bloodline... and the four founders. This changes everything."
"What does it mean?" Harry asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"It means, Harry Potter," Edward said slowly, "that your destiny is intertwined with the very foundations of Hogwarts. Your presence here will have far-reaching consequences."
Harry's eyes locked onto Edward's, searching for answers. "What consequences?"
Edward's response was enigmatic. "Only time will reveal, Harry. But rest assured, your journey at Hogwarts will be unlike any other."
Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Students, professors, and ghosts alike exchanged worried glances, their whispers swelling into a gentle hum.
"This is unprecedented," Professor McGonagall murmured to Professor Dumbledore. "The Sorting Hat has never taken this long before."
"Indeed, Minerva," Dumbledore replied calmly. "Harry Potter's unique circumstances require careful consideration."
Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger, seated at the Gryffindor table, exchanged anxious looks.
"Do you think something's wrong?" Neville whispered.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, her brow furrowed. "But Harry's been up there for ages."
Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, sneered. "Perhaps Potter's not worthy of any house."
The Great Hall's tension mounted as the minutes ticked by, the silence punctuated only by the occasional cough or rustle of robes.
"This is the longest hatstall in Hogwarts history," Professor Binns, the History of Magic teacher, declared to no one in particular.
The students' murmurs grew louder, their speculation ranging from dark magic to the Hat's malfunction.
The Sorting Hat's voice echoed through the Great Hall, addressing the growing unease.
"Patience, dear students, professors, and honored guests," the Hat declared. "Harry Potter's sorting is no ordinary task. He is a very unique individual, one that Hogwarts has never seen before, and perhaps may never see again."
The Hall fell silent, intrigued by the Hat's enigmatic words.
"The complexities of his character, the depth of his experiences, and the weight of his destiny require careful consideration," the Hat continued.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger exchanged curious glances, their anxiety replaced by fascination.
"What does it mean?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, her eyes fixed on the Hat, "but it sounds important."
Draco Malfoy snorted. "Potter's probably got some dark magic in him."
Professor McGonagall shot Draco a stern look. "We will not speculate, Mr. Malfoy. The Sorting Hat's decision will be respected."
The Hat's voice fell silent once more, leaving the Great Hall in a state of anticipatory hush.
Minutes ticked by, the only sound the soft rustling of robes and the occasional cough.
"What's taking so long?" a nervous first-year student whispered.
Professor Dumbledore's calm voice reassured the crowd. "The Sorting Hat's deliberation is a testament to Harry's remarkable nature. We must trust in its wisdom."
The silence persisted, all eyes fixed on the Sorting Hat, awaiting its final decision.
Edward's voice continued in Harry's mind, "Hmmm... I see you have a remarkable affinity for understanding animals."
"Yes, always," Harry replied, thinking back to his interactions with Hedwig, Buckbeak, and other creatures.
" Fascinating," Edward said. "This suggests that your magical core is exceptionally strong, Harry. You possess a unique capacity for utilizing ancient magic."
"What do you mean by ancient magic?" Harry asked, curiosity piqued.
"Ah, in ancient times," Edward began, "wizards relied on nature's forces to perform magic. They harnessed the power of the earth, air, water, and fire to achieve remarkable feats."
"But then wands were discovered," Edward continued. "Wands became the focal point for channeling magic, making it more accessible and precise. However, the old connection to nature's forces was lost."
"You're saying I can tap into that old magic?" Harry asked, awestruck.
"Indeed, Harry," Edward replied. "Your ability to communicate with animals and sense the natural world indicates a deep resonance with the earth's energies. This is a rare gift, one that could prove invaluable in your journey as a wizard."
"What kind of magic are we talking about?" Harry pressed, eager to understand.
"Earth magic, elemental magic, primal magic... the terms are varied," Edward explained. "But essentially, it's the ability to tap into the raw power of nature, to wield the forces that shape our world."
Harry's mind reeled with the implications. "That sounds incredible."
Edward's voice took on a serious tone. "Remember, Harry, with great power comes great responsibility. Your unique abilities will require careful guidance and control."
Edward's voice continued in Harry's mind, "And I see you also have an interesting heritage, aside from being the heir of the four founders and Merlin."
"You are the heir of all four elemental elves: Fire, Water, Air, and Earth," Edward revealed.
"I know that too," Harry replied, matter-of-factly.
"Ah, the goblins informed you, I presume?" Edward inquired.
"Yes, they did," Harry confirmed. "They've been keeping track of my family's history for centuries."
Edward's mental voice filled with excitement. "This indeed proves that you could possess ancient magic, Harry. Your lineage connects you to the very essence of nature."
"Fire, Water, Air, and Earth - the elemental balance is within you," Edward continued. "This harmony grants you access to primal forces, untapped by most wizards."
"Your heritage is a key to unlocking the secrets of the ancient arts," Edward said. "I must consider this carefully."
Edward's mental voice fell silent once more, leaving Harry to ponder the weight of his words. The Sorting Hat's deliberation continued, the decision hanging precariously in the balance.
The Great Hall remained hushed, awaiting the outcome. Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the students exchanged anxious glances.
Minutes ticked by, the tension building. Edward's silence was oppressive, his mental wheels turning as he weighed the complexities of Harry's heritage and abilities.
Finally, Edward's thoughts began to stir once more. "The decision is near, Harry Potter. Your path will soon be revealed..."
Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked Edward, "What's the reaction in the Great Hall? Are they getting anxious?"
"Indeed, they are," Edward replied. "The students, professors, and parents are growing increasingly uneasy. Your sorting is taking longer than anyone expected."
Harry thought for a moment before responding, "Edward, would you mind announcing to them that it's taking you a while because I possess qualities from all the houses, and you don't want to make a wrong sorting?"
"An excellent idea, Harry," Edward said. "I shall reassure them."
The Sorting Hat's voice boomed through the Great Hall, "Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty, I must inform you that Harry Potter's sorting is taking longer than usual. This is due to his exceptional nature, as he possesses the finest qualities of all four houses."
A murmur of surprise and intrigue swept through the Great Hall. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger exchanged interested glances.
"Harry's got qualities from all the houses?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"That's amazing," Hermione replied, her eyes shining with excitement.
Draco Malfoy scowled. "It's impossible. No one can have traits from all four houses."
Professor Dumbledore's calm voice reassured the crowd. "The Sorting Hat's wisdom is unparalleled. We trust in its decision."
The Great Hall's tension eased slightly, replaced by curiosity and anticipation. The students and faculty waited with bated breath, eager to learn which house Harry would ultimately join.
Edward's voice returned to Harry's mind, "Now, let us proceed. Your sorting is near, Harry Potter..."
Harry's curiosity led him to ask Edward, "What do you do in your free time? Do you just sit on the shelf, waiting for the next sorting ceremony?"
"Ah, no," Edward replied. "I spend my free time reflecting on the students I've sorted, pondering the intricacies of their personalities, and composing new songs for the sorting ceremonies."
Harry smiled, fascinated by the Hat's unique existence.
Just as Harry thought the conversation would continue, Edward did something unexpected. "Tell me, Harry Potter," he said, "which house would you want to be in, if you had a choice?"
Harry's initial response was, "I don't really have a choice, do I? You're the one sorting me."
But then, a sudden memory flashed through his mind - Ginny Weasley, his girlfriend. She had always dreamed of being in Gryffindor.
"Gryffindor," Harry said, a smile spreading across his face.
Edward chuckled. "Young love, but strong. The bonds of the heart can be powerful influencers."
The Sorting Hat's amusement was palpable, but he remained silent, lost in thought once more.
Harry wondered what Edward was thinking. Was his affinity for Gryffindor enough to sway the Hat's decision?
The silence stretched out, heavy with anticipation. Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the students waited anxiously, sensing that Harry's sorting was nearing its conclusion.
Edward's mental voice remained still, his deliberations hidden behind a veil of silence. The fate of the Chosen One hung in the balance, as the Sorting Hat weighed the intricacies of Harry's heart and heritage.
Edward's mental voice broke the silence, his tone warm and nostalgic. "Well, love is the strongest force of all, and who can fight its power?"
"It seems, Harry Potter, that your heart has made the decision for me," Edward said with a hint of amusement.
"Good luck, Harry Potter," Edward continued. "You will need it, but I have no doubt you will make Gryffindor proud."
The Sorting Hat's voice boomed through the Great Hall, "GRYFFINDOR!!"
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers and applause as Harry, beaming with joy, made his way to join his new housemates. Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger welcomed him with warm smiles.
A scenario came in Harry's mind. Ginny's face lit up with delight, her eyes shining with happiness. She mouthed "I'm so proud of you" to Harry, who grinned back at her.
Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with approval. "Ah, an excellent choice, Sorting Hat. I have no doubt Harry Potter will embody the bravery and daring of Gryffindor House."
Draco Malfoy's scowl deepened, but the rest of the Great Hall celebrated Harry's sorting, sensing that the Chosen One's journey had truly begun.
As Harry took his seat among the Gryffindors, Edward's mental voice whispered one final time, "Remember, Harry Potter, love and courage will guide you through the trials ahead."
The Sorting Hat's work was done, but Harry's adventure had only just begun.
Professor McGonagall's voice rang out across the Great Hall, "Next, we have Roper, Sophie."
Sophie Roper made her way to the sorting stool, the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a brief moment, the Hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table welcomed Sophie with applause and cheers.
McGonagall continued, "Smith, Salley."
Salley Smith approached the sorting stool, her eyes shining with excitement. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and soon, the Hat declared, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, welcoming Salley to their ranks. Harry, Neville, and Hermione grinned at their new classmate.
"Smith, Zacharias," McGonagall announced.
Zacharias Smith made his way to the sorting stool, his expression confident. The Sorting Hat considered for a moment before proclaiming, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table applauded warmly, welcoming Zacharias to their house.
McGonagall called out the next name, "Thomas, Dean."
Dean Thomas walked calmly to the sorting stool, the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and soon, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table cheered once more, welcoming Dean to their ranks.
Finally, McGonagall announced, "Turpin, Lisa."
Lisa Turpin approached the sorting stool, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The Sorting Hat considered for a brief moment before declaring, "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table applauded thoughtfully, welcoming Lisa to their house.
The sorting ceremony continued, each student's fate revealed, shaping the next seven years of their lives at Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall's voice rang out across the Great Hall, "Next, we have Weasley, Ron."
Ron Weasley made his way to the sorting stool, his face beaming with excitement. Harry, Neville, and Hermione, already seated at the Gryffindor table, gave him a thumbs-up and encouraging grins.
The Sorting Hat was placed on Ron's head, and after a brief moment, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, welcoming Ron to their ranks. Harry, Neville, and Hermione congratulated him with warm smiles and pats on the back.
"Well done, Ron!" Harry exclaimed.
"Knew you'd make it!" Neville added.
"You're going to love it here," Hermione said, smiling.
The sorting ceremony neared its conclusion. McGonagall announced the final name, "Zabini, Blaise."
Blaise Zabini walked confidently to the sorting stool, his eyes gleaming with ambition. The Sorting Hat considered for a moment before proclaiming, "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table applauded, welcoming Blaise to their ranks. Draco Malfoy smiled, seeming to approve of the new addition.
With the sorting complete, Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, a warm smile on his face. "Welcome, first years, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May your time here be filled with magic, discovery, and friendship."
Professor Dumbledore's warm smile lingered as he rose from his seat, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I have just four words to say before the feast begins, and the rest of my remarks will follow later," he announced.
"Nitwit! Blubbery! Oddment! Tweak!" Dumbledore declared, his voice booming through the Great Hall.
"Thank you," Dumbledore said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
The room erupted into cheers and applause, the students and faculty laughing and grinning.
As the applause continued, many wondered what Dumbledore's cryptic words meant. But Harry, who had spent countless hours studying grammar, literature, and more by the age of five, quickly made the connection.
At the Gryffindor table, Harry exclaimed, "It's brilliant! It's a beautiful and poetic way to end his speech."
Harry leaned in, his voice filled with insight, "The context of his talk is the Sorting of the ickle firsties into their respective houses."
"I think Dumbledore's making a point about the divisions that have just been made and the identities these students are about to take on," Harry continued.
Ron Weasley's eyes widened. "You mean, like, how the houses view each other?"
"Exactly," Harry said. "Each of the four words is a 'put-down' that one house would use to describe the 'other' - anyone not part of their new house."
Harry continued to explain Dumbledore's cryptic words, his understanding shining through.
"Let's break it down," Harry said. "Nitwit: Ravenclaw sees themselves as the house of intellectuals, and those not selected for their 'select group' are considered 'nitwits' or dummies."
"Then there's Blubber," Harry went on. "Gryffindor, the house of bravery and athleticism, views those less physically bold or courageous as 'blubber' - a derogatory term for someone heavier or less athletic."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "That's a sad reality of the wizarding world, just like in the Muggle world."
"Next, we have Oddment," Harry said. "To Slytherin, who values 'pure-blood' and wholeness, those born with insufficient purity are seen as remnants, leftovers - oddments of less or no value."
Ron's expression turned somber. "That's a harsh way to view others."
"Finally, there's Tweak," Harry concluded. "Hufflepuff, the house of humility and hard work, sees the 'other' as excessive or imbalanced. They believe that refining these excesses, bringing them to the mean, is where true virtue lies."
Neville's eyes widened. "Aristotle's concept of virtue - finding the balance."
Hermione smiled. "Hufflepuff's down-to-earth nature makes them more relatable."
Harry summarized, "Dumbledore's words were a reminder that each house has its biases and prejudices. We must recognize and overcome these to truly unite as witches and wizards."
The Gryffindor table fell silent, pondering the profound implications of Harry's explanation.
Ron whispered, "Blimey, Harry, you're a genius."
Hermione smiled. "You've given us a lot to think about."
As Harry finished his explanation, the entire Gryffindor table erupted into applause. Percy Weasley, beaming with pride, congratulated Harry, "Well done, Harry! You figured it out incredibly fast!"
Harry's cheeks flushed crimson as he basked in the praise and attention.
Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, Professor Dumbledore's voice boomed from the staff table, "Ah, Mr. Potter, that was exactly my point!"
The whole Great Hall fell silent for a moment, before erupting into thunderous applause. Students from all four houses joined in, whistles and cheers filling the air.
Harry's face turned an even deeper shade of red. He wanted to hide, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention.
"Blimey, Harry, you're famous now!" Ron exclaimed, laughing.
Hermione grinned. "You're the star of the show!"
Neville chuckled. "Dumbledore's seal of approval - you can't get better than that!"
Hermione's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're going to have to get used to being in the spotlight, Harry."
Professor McGonagall smiled warmly. "Well done, Mr. Potter. Your insight is truly remarkable."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with delight. "I must say, Mr. Potter, your understanding of my words has surpassed even my expectations."
The applause continued, with the entire school applauding Harry's remarkable insight. Harry's embarrassment gave way to a mixture of pride and gratitude, knowing he had truly understood Dumbledore's message.
As the applause finally subsided, Dumbledore's voice rang out once more, "Now, let us proceed to the feast. I believe the roast beef is particularly excellent this evening."
The Great Hall erupted into laughter and chatter, with the feast commencing amidst a lively atmosphere. Harry, still slightly flushed, couldn't help but smile, knowing he had made a lasting impression.
The empty plates before the students suddenly vanished, replaced by an astonishing sight. The grand feast materialized out of nowhere, as if conjured by magic.
Gasps of wonder echoed through the Great Hall. Students leaned forward, eyes wide with amazement.
"Blimey!" Ron Weasley exclaimed. "The food just appeared!"
Hermione Granger's eyes sparkled. "It's incredible! The Hogwarts staff must have used the 'Accio' spell to summon the dishes."
Golden-brown roast beef, steaming vegetables, and savory meats filled the plates. Goblets overflowed with pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and sparkling water.
"Wow!" Neville Longbottom breathed. "Treacle tart, my favorite!"
Someone grinned. "And chocolate éclairs! The house-elves really outdid themselves."
Harry Potter's eyes scanned the table, taking in the breathtaking spread. "This is amazing."
Professor Dumbledore smiled, surveying the feast. "The magic of Hogwarts never ceases to amaze, does it?"
"Indeed, sir," Professor McGonagall replied. "Our house-elves work tirelessly to create this enchanting experience."
As the students began to eat, the Great Hall filled with laughter, conversation, and the clinking of silverware against plates.
"This roast beef is incredible!" Seamus Finnigan exclaimed.
"Try the shepherd's pie," Dean Thomas recommended.
The grand feast was a truly magical experience, a testament to the wonders of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore's voice rose above the din, "Let us enjoy this feast, and the company of our friends and peers. For tonight, we come together as one Hogwarts community."
At the teachers' table, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout were engaged in a lively discussion.
"Potter's antics never cease to amaze me," McGonagall said with a smile. "Figuring out Dumbledore's cryptic message in mere moments."
Flitwick chuckled. "The boy's got a remarkable mind, doesn't he?"
Sprout nodded. "And humility to match. He was trying to hide when Dumbledore announced his name."
Meanwhile, Professor Snape, sitting at the far end of the table, observed the conversation with a mixture of amusement and skepticism.
"Impressive, perhaps," Snape said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "But Potter's need for attention is glaring. He had to broadcast his understanding to the entire Hall."
McGonagall's eyes narrowed slightly. "I think you're misjudging him, Severus. Harry was genuinely trying to hide. The attention was unwanted."
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Really? I saw only a desire for validation."
Flitwick intervened, "Ah, come now, Severus. Potter's a good lad. He's earned his place at Hogwarts."
Sprout added, "And his insight into Dumbledore's message shows a depth of understanding we don't often see."
Snape's expression remained unconvinced, but he said no more, returning to his meal.
McGonagall's gaze lingered on Snape, her expression thoughtful. "I believe Potter's humility will serve him well in the years to come."
The teachers continued their discussion, weighing the merits of Harry's remarkable display, while Snape's reserved demeanor hinted at a lingering skepticism.
Professor Quirrell, sitting at the teachers' table, nursed a cup of wine, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter. His mind whirred with thoughts of the young wizard's impressive display.
"He possesses qualities of all four houses," Quirrell thought, recalling the Sorting Ceremony. "Bravery, intelligence, loyalty, and ambition - the Sorting Hat was right to hesitate."
Quirrell's gaze lingered on Harry, his expression unreadable. "And now, his antics in the Great Hall ... figuring out Dumbledore's message so quickly."
A hint of concern crept into Quirrell's thoughts.
"Will he be a difficulty in my plan to bring back my Dark Lord?" Quirrell wondered. "His ... uniqueness could make him a formidable obstacle."
Quirrell's eyes narrowed.
"I must study him closer," Quirrell decided. "Understand his strengths and weaknesses. If he can be swayed, perhaps he'll prove useful. But if not ..."
Quirrell's thoughts trailed off, his gaze drifting back to Harry.
"The Dark Lord will not be pleased," Quirrell whispered to himself. "But I will ensure his return, no matter the cost."
As Quirrell's thoughts turned darker, the turban on his head seemed to shift slightly, as if the Dark Lord's presence within him stirred, sensing Quirrell's resolve.
"No one must suspect," Quirrell thought. "Not yet. The time will come, and Potter will either join us, or fall."
The feast continued, with Quirrell's smile masking his sinister intentions, as he watched Harry with growing interest.
"What are you thinking, Potter?" Quirrell wondered. "Do you have any idea what's coming?"
After dinner, Harry made his way to Percy's side, sitting down beside him.
"Hey, Percy, can I ask you something?" Harry said politely.
"Of course, Harry," Percy replied.
"What's the story with the teachers at the staff table?" Harry asked, nodding toward the professors.
Percy glanced over, his expression thoughtful. "Well, there's Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher. She's brilliant."
"And Professor Flitwick, the Charms master," Harry added.
Percy nodded. "Yes, and Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher. She's wonderful."
Harry's gaze drifted to the darker side of the table, where Professor Snape sat.
"Ah, Professor Snape," Percy said, his voice lowering. "The Potions master. He's ... rather intense."
As Harry's eyes met Snape's, a sudden pain stabbed through his scar. Snape's gaze was icy, his eyes narrowing.
"Doesn't seem to like me much," Harry observed.
Percy leaned in. "Snape's always been a bit ... prickly. Don't take it personally."
But Harry's attention was drawn to the figure sitting beside Snape - Professor Quirrell.
"Who's that beside Snape?" Harry asked Percy.
Percy followed Harry's gaze. "That's Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Harry's eyes lingered on Quirrell, but the professor's expression was neutral, revealing nothing.
Harry's scar still tingled, a lingering sense of unease.
"I think I'll try to stay out of Snape's way," Harry decided.
Percy nodded in agreement. "Not a bad idea, Harry."
Harry's curiosity about the teachers continued to grow, and he turned to Percy once more.
"Who's the teacher with the weird eyes?" Harry asked, nodding toward Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher.
Percy's expression turned skeptical. "That's Professor Trelawney. She's a bit...unpredictable."
"Unpredictable?" Harry repeated.
Percy leaned in. "Let's just say her predictions don't always...make sense."
Harry's curiosity was piqued. "I'll have to check out her class."
Percy nodded. "Just be prepared for anything."
Next, Harry asked about Madam Hooch.
"Who's the woman teaching flying?" Harry asked.
Percy smiled. "That's Madam Hooch. She's brilliant on broomsticks."
Harry's eyes sparkled. "I loved flying today!"
Percy laughed. "You'll get plenty more practice with Madam Hooch."
Harry then spotted Professor Binns, the History of Magic teacher.
"Who's the ghost teaching History of Magic?" Harry asked.
Percy chuckled. "That's Professor Binns. He's been teaching here for ages...literally."
Harry's eyes widened. "He's a ghost?"
Percy nodded. "Yes, but he's still a great teacher."
As Harry continued to ask about the teachers, Percy happily shared his insights, helping Harry feel more at ease in his new surroundings.
"Thanks, Percy," Harry said gratefully. "You're a lifesaver."
Percy grinned. "Anytime, Harry."
Just as Harry was finishing his conversation with Percy, a friendly-looking ghost floated over to their table.
"Ah, good evening, young gentlemen!" the ghost said with a bow. "I am Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, but please, call me Nearly Headless Nick."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Hello, Sir Nicholas!"
Percy smiled. "Nick's one of our resident ghosts, Harry."
Nearly Headless Nick chuckled. "Resident ghost, indeed! I've been here for centuries, trying to make the transition to the afterlife, but alas, my head's not quite...attached."
Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "What happened to your head?"
"Ah, a botched execution, I'm afraid," Nearly Headless Nick replied with a grin. "The executioner's axe wasn't quite...sharp enough."
Percy laughed. "Nick's always telling that story."
Harry smiled. "It's quite...memorable."
Nearly Headless Nick beamed. "I'm glad you think so! I've been trying to get my head officially removed from the roster of the Headless Hunt, but no luck so far."
Harry's eyes sparkled. "The Headless Hunt?"
"Ah, yes!" Nearly Headless Nick exclaimed. "A dreadful group, really. I'm much happier here at Hogwarts."
As Harry chatted with Nearly Headless Nick, he felt a sense of wonder at the magical world's eccentricities.
"It's great meeting you, Sir Nicholas," Harry said.
"The pleasure's mine, Harry!" Nearly Headless Nick replied. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you have a fantastic first year."
Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, surveying the Great Hall with a warm smile.
"My dear students, faculty, and staff," Dumbledore began, his voice commanding attention. "I have a few announcements to make before we retire for the evening."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he glanced at the Weasley twins. "Firstly, I must remind you all that the Forbidden Forest is, indeed, forbidden. I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on the dangers that lurk within."
Fred and George Weasley exchanged mischievous grins, but Dumbledore's stern expression silenced any potential comments.
"Additionally," Dumbledore continued, "Mr. Filch, our esteemed caretaker, wishes to remind you that magic is strictly forbidden in the corridors."
Dumbledore's gaze swept the room. "Quidditch enthusiasts, take note: trials for the house teams will be held during the second week of term. Those interested in playing should contact Madam Hooch."
The room buzzed with excitement at the mention of Quidditch.
"Finally," Dumbledore's expression turned grave, "I must inform you that the third-floor corridor, on the right-hand side, is strictly off-limits to anyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
The Great Hall fell silent, students exchanging nervous glances.
"Let me emphasize," Dumbledore stressed, "this is not a suggestion, but a dire warning. The danger that lurks within that corridor is real, and I implore you all to heed this warning."
With that, Dumbledore's announcements concluded, and the Great Hall erupted into a flurry of whispers and speculation.
"What's on the third floor?" Ron whispered to Harry.
Harry shrugged. "No idea, but I'm not going to find out."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I wonder what kind of danger could warrant such a warning..."
Next Chapter is A New Beginning.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I thought it would be nice for the hat to have a chat in once in a while. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!