Hogwarts I
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It would be appreciated if you could provide more power stones as they are the fuel to the story
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Harry takes a breath and runs to the wall. He shuts his eyes and emerges on the other side of a magnificent station at Platform 9¾ with a red steam locomotive, which is the Hogwarts Express, and bundles of people. Harry grins as the engine's whistle blows... .... ...
He was free, for the first time in his arduous long eleven painful years of life, he was free.
Free from the constraints set by his relatives, his aunt, uncle, cousin, or even the teachers of his old school.
He walked as slowly as he could, enjoying the independence for once. Gawking at the Robes of the Wizard to his left, a rat-like creature in the corner, or the birds that had smaller wings than they needed to fly.
This was it.
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"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." Professor McGonagall.
Harry listened to all the explanations but honestly did not care one little bit which house he would go to.
His mind wandered to the rude meeting with one blonde boy, and how all the evil wizards were Slytherins and whatnot, but so what?
To his left, he saw the same redheaded boy, Ron whom he had shared his compartment.
After giving a thought, his mind wondered if all students were already told they would be evil if they were sorted into Slytherin. Was that not bullying?- He did not know.
But he was sure he was not a freak just because his Uncle and Aunt called him by the name for the first five years.
If Slytherins were called evil, and after sorting he would be seen as evil just because he was sorted into the house, then there was something wrong here.
There was something wrong here, but his eleven-year-old brain could not pinpoint what it was.
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"GRYFINDOR!" Harry sighed in relief.
Not because he did not want to be in one of the houses, but relieved it was over.
The Hat and he had the most boring conversation, but what had Harry expected from a thousand-year-old being?
During the fifteen minutes, the Hat told him he would do well in Slytherin or Gryffindor, while Hufflepuff would be lucky to have it but Ravenclaw would not suit him as he did not go along with the thinking of Knowledge of Power, not even a bit. Instead, he was opposed to the idea that knowledge could mean power.
Yes in a war knowledge will help, but knowledge clutches its constraints to oneself when one has to fight the impossible.
It was a childish thought, and the hat all but ignored it as a child's immature thoughts.
On the podium with the owl head, stood Albus Dumbledore, giving the opening speech for a new term.
"I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, with his cat with red eyes, Mrs. Norris, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Now I would like to welcome Quirinus Quirrell, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Also, the Hogwarts library will be closed for the first week." The Ravenclaw table made a lot of complaining sounds from their table, which only stopped when Professor Flitwick was asked to stop them as the head of the house.
Harry giggled. The welcome he received from House Gryffindor was not lackluster. But the most intriguing was the Ravenclaw head.
Goblins in his mind were scary gold-grubbing creatures but the Charms Professor was somewhat... cute as he would call it. Just a white beard and te professor would resemble Aunt Petunia's Garden gnome.
He looked at his new classmates. The Blonde kid, he remembered to be Draco Malfoy was in Slytherin but Harry did not hold any prejudice towards him, unlike a certain Gryffindor Redhead.
But he was observing the pattern here. It seems not evil, but troubled and undisciplined kids go to Slytherin, where they receive the same treatment they receive at their houses, and their attitude remains unchanged until the end of their graduation.
He almost asked the Redhead why he was not sorted into Slytherin.
"It pains me to break the news, but Madam Irma Pince is with us no more. In her absence, the library will be closed until a new addition to the staff is made to overlook the Hogwarts library."
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