Capítulo 40: 40. The first impression and the only chance
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber.
Suddenly Draco and his 2 buffoons came to stand in front of Harry and Hermione.
"Is it true?" he said. "They were saying all down the train that Harry Potter is joining Hogwarts. So it's you, is it?" Harry only raised his brows in a bored manner.
"And my names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort like some blood traitors or this mudblood standing beside you. I can help you there." Draco held out his hand to shake Harry's.
People gasped around them. Harry narrowed his eyes dangerously. He raised his hands and held Draco's hand tightly causing his to curl his lip in a smirk.
"You called her mudblood so you must be pure-blood right? " Harry asked continuing to hold his hand tightly and started exerting strength slowly.
"Of course I'm pure-bood" Draco said while trying to free his hand only to fail.
"What are you doing? Let go of my hand Potter.. You too idiots, why are you standing there like a statue.. Beat him and help me out." Draco shouted in pain and anger.
"Boss, we.. we can't move.. " Said Crabbe as Harry had silently and wandlessly petrified them except for their face.
"Darco.. Draco.. Since you say you are pure-blood, how about we check if it is really so. Let me bleed you dry and look at your blood to see if it is really pure.." Harry said dangerously but slowly so that only Draco heard him.
"That's.. That's not what being a pure-blood mean?" Draco said loudly.
"Oh, then please tell us all standing here.. what does pure-blood really mean? " Harry said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"That.. That... "
"Exactly Malfoy.. You don't know.. So instead of simply following some selfish idiot's ideals, why don't you put that energy in understanding the real meaning of being a pure-blood." Harry said in a teaching manner.
From the corner of his eyes, He saw school ghosts watching everything in hiding along with professor McGonagall. Harry immediately healed Draco's hands and let him go while simultaneously canceling the hex on his 2 bodyguards. His action somehow filled Draco with courage as he said loudly without caring about his surroundings.
" Did you just call the Dark lord, idiot..
I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either." He said eliciting another loud gasp from the audience.
"Oh Draco.. Yes I'm calling your Dark lord an idiot. Voldemort was a coward and so were his followers.
My parents died fighting bravely to protect me. Not like someone's father who eats and drinks Voldemort's poop and piss just to save his pathetic life. Tell me Draco, if you would have been in my position, would your father have resisted even a bit or give you to him on a silver patter."
"Potter.. You.. you are saying his name.. " Draco and all others took a step back , frightened.
"Oh come on... This is your response to my words.. Anyways, yes I'm saying his name. He was a coward that is why he didn't tell anyone his real name. Maybe he was also what you just called my friend, a mudblood. Hell, his name literally means 'flight of death'.
We confronted each other 10 years ago. I'm standing here in front of you and he is nowhere to be seen... I'm the Boy-who-lived for a reason Draco.. Don't provoke me again instead work hard to be strong enough.
You must know who Dumbledore is. Let me tell you something, he is a half-blood but he is strong enough that nobody is brave enough to ask for his blood purity. He is the chief warlock of the same Wizengamot whose member your father is. He is the supreme mugwump of ICW. Why don't you go and call out his blood status in front of everyone. Or You can even call your father and tell him to do so in front of everyone if you think that blood purity is oh so important.
Instead of wasting your time and potential in following others' words, become strong enough that people would like to follow your words. " Harry finished speaking and looked towards professor McGonagall who was walking out of hiding. He was willing to give Draco one single chance to redeem himself because whatever the case may be, he was still a kid who was never properly taught. But that's it. That was his only chance.
He could hear the murmur around him as well as awe and reverence from his year mates.
"Silence!!" said professor.
"The Sorting Ceremony's about to start. Now, form a line and follow me."
The professor started walking towards the Great hall followed by all new students. Seeing the opportunity, Harry jogged to her side, " Hello Professor. My name is Harry Potter, would you please talk to me after the ceremony." Said Harry causing her to frown thinking that he has become arrogant and started using his name.
"And what is it that you want to talk about mr. Potter? " Professor McGonagall said sternly.
"Umm.. Professor, I heard that you have been teaching here for a long time so I thought you must have also taught my parents. I just want to know about what my parents were like. Only recently I got to know that they knew magic as I was always told previously that my father was a drunkard and they died in a car crash."
McGonagall stiffened listening to what Harry said. Looking at Harry's big watery eyes, she said softly, " Follow me to my office after dinner." causing Harry to smile happily and again fall back to walk beside Hermione.
Soon they reached the Great Hall. 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 the first years 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 first years. On top of the stool she put the patched and frayed and extremely dirty sorting hat. The hat twitched and then sang a long song to which 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.
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