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Dumbledore's cough served as a helpful reminder, prompting the Sorting Hat to quickly rectify its focus:
"Tricky, quite tricky! Brave-hearted, yet not entirely honest. Tremendous talent and a thirst for knowledge, though not quite a fit for Hufflepuff...
Interesting... Now where should I place you."
As the Sorting Hat pondered, the small spider residing on the hat, dangled in front of William's eyes.
It bared its teeth and claws, foaming at the mouth, uttering incomprehensible chatter.
William let out a sigh, causing the spider to sway on its web like a swing, yet the thread didn't snap.
He extended his hand to shoo away the creature, but the Sorting Hat spoke, "I advise against that; this little fellow is my good friend."
"Its granddaddy was this giant eight-eyed spider called Aragog."
"Aragog?" William's brow furrowed.
"Wait, you know aragog already?"
"Well, Hagrid always said it was a pretty friendly magical creature. And would even let me give his legs a little rub," William replied.
But, deep down, William remembered the description of this creature in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. And It sounded quite dangerous.
Trusting Hagrid blindly and being new to the magical world, William dismissed Newt Scamander's book as mere exaggeration.
"If it's all just exaggeration, what's there to worry about?" he thought, relying on Hagrid's protection.
With a slight bend of his right index finger, he flicked at the spider's abdomen. Though the silk didn't break, the force sent the spider crashing into the Sorting Hat's mouth.
The tiny spider groaned in dismay with a "woo woo" and scurried into a ball of yarn.
The Sorting Hat, clearly irked, bore a malicious grin and suddenly boomed, "Ha~ William, you're quite the comedian! Calling Professor Snape a greasy old bat!"
"…"
The entire hall fell silent, Snape fixed a furious glare at William. In his hand, he clenched a strand of black hair that had just been pulled out due to excessive force.
Fred was secretly dismantling the chocolate frog, when a shiver, the chocolate hit the niffler's head directly.
George looked at William reverently as he was looking at a warrior!
But the word warrior is often associated with death!
William was now out for blood. "I was completely wrong," he thought,about his actions with the Sorting Hat.
"The dish soap was a mistake! It should have been disinfectant poured directly into its mouth!" he muttered, realizing his misstep.
As the Sorting Hat lazily declared "Ravenclaw," William found himself bewildered at the Ravenclaw table,
under the serene starlit sky. The students' welcoming smiles left him stunned and curious, wondering how he ended up there.
How could an ordinary Ravenclaw first-year wizard suddenly transform into a Gryffindor hero? William just couldn't fathom the thing happening with him and why only with him.
Cedric felt even more desperate. With both Cho and William sorted into Ravenclaw, he wondered if changing houses was possible.
After Alex yul was sorted into Slytherin and all the students were sorted, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, retrieved the sorting hat, and departed.
As the Sorting Hat was about to depart, it proudly smirked towards William.
Dumbledore rose from his seat, gazing at the students with a wide smile, arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. Nothing pleased him more than the students gathered on the dinning table.
"Welcome!" he announced, "Welcome to Hogwarts as we embark on this new school year!
I have only 2 words for you," his resonant voice echoed in the hall, ''Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!''
The tables, once empty, transformed in a flicker, presenting a grandiose array of dishes: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, and Yorkshire pudding—a feast fit for Hogwarts!
Amidst the joyous spread, as much the British like their food, it still paled in comparison with Asian food, hence William's really wanted to eat some asian food.
William prodded the onion and tomato baked sausage in front of him with a fork.
Cho took a nibble from the mashed potato on her fork and whispered, "What was that all about just now?"
William shook his head with a bemused expression. "It's probably the Sorting Hat on its periods."
"…"
Not too far away, a witch with brown, curly hair cautioned, "Watch yourself, from now on. Professor Snape is sure to make things difficult for you."
As she spoke, she glanced at Snape,the professor was squinting, staring in the direction of the Ravenclaw table.
She shuddered, and quickly lowered her head.
Penello Clearwater is a fourth year senior. The inside information of this old bacon is generally very reliable.
William studied in the school near the orphanage for nine years in his previous life, from elementary school to high school... Many new teachers who want to get first-hand information about the bullies and there backing will come to him.
So, when the senior warned about Snape causing trouble, William was convinced it was bound to happen.
That cursed Sorting Hat deserved a good dip in a jar of chilli sauce and then being roasted on a BBQ, sooner rather than later!
As the last dessert vanished, Dumbledore stood up, and a tranquil hush fell over the dining room once again.
"Now that everyone's had their fill," Dumbledore began, his voice carrying through the room, "I'd like to address a few more things."
"As we start the term, there are some points to bear in mind. Freshmen, take heed: stay clear of the forbidden forest near the castle. And seniors, this applies to some of you as well."
"And as for Hogsmeade Village, it's off-limits to students below the third year," Dumbledore added, his eyes glinting as they landed on the Weasley twins
"Additionally," Dumbledore continued, "Mr. Filch, our caretaker, insists on reminding everyone: no magic in the corridors during breaks should be used, and absolutely no fire smoke bombs."
"Lastly, it's my pleasure to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore beamed.
"Professor Tywin!" he announced cheerfully.
Beside Hagrid stood a tall, striking wizard.
The wizard, in his early thirties, sported cascading blond locks, shimmering pale green eyes, and a keen, confident smile.
Snape, in his signature disdainful manner, ran a hand through his greasy black hair, a glint of contempt in his eyes.
Dumbledore led the applause, joined enthusiastically by everyone, especially numerous young witches.
As the applause tapered, Dumbledore gleefully announced, "Before we retire for the night, let's all sing the school song together!"
The teachers' expressions froze, notably Professor McGonagall's, her smile faltering.
She contemplated using earplugs for another round of secretive listening, but her attempt was caught by the eagle-eyed Dumbledore.
With a slight smile, Dumbledore waved his wand, conjuring a long, golden ribbon that snaked and twisted above the grand dining table, reminiscent of a karaoke setup—convenient indeed.
Gripping his wand akin to a conductor's baton, Dumbledore beamed. "Pick your favorite tune," he exclaimed excitedly. "Get ready to sing!"
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff.
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
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