![]() ![]() More likely than not, that cold-blooded tyrant would then use that knowledge to take control over the Ministry, and thus the entire wizarding world, ruling over it with the iron fist.īut what did that development mean for me? Well, most likely nothing good. I had no doubt that the Sorting Hat would readily tell Dumbledore about everything it was able to find inside my mind, sharing my every little secret to that twinkle-eyed bastard the second the feast was over. What's even worse, that artifact was completely loyal to Hogwarts, and by extension, its headmaster. ![]() How could I be? I just went through a horrible, invasive procedure, where my mind and soul were laid bare before an ancient, powerful artifact, which was created solely to extract secrets from children. I didn't really mind this kind of indifference though, as given what had just happened I wasn't exactly in the celebratory mood. After hearing the name of their house my new housemates just gave me a small, courtesy applause, which ended after a few seconds to let the sorting ceremony continue. My journey to the table was mostly silent, as contrary to Harry Potter's sorting, mine wasn't something really worth celebrating. ![]() ![]() When professor McGonagall finally took the Sorting Hat off my head, releasing my mind from its hold, I started walking towards the Ravenclaw table with trembling legs, completely unnerved by the experience I was subjected to. ![]()
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