Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed immediately, though her eyes widened as well.

"You're brave. Is this the first student to threaten the Sorting Hat since the founding of Hogwarts?"

The short Professor Filius Flitwick laughed. This professor of Eagle Academy who had elf blood had rich emotions.

“It’s a mess.”

Snape commented coldly.

"Wait, what did the Sorting Hat just say?"

"Ah, what..."

"Azkaban?"

When Hagrid's carefree voice came, the teachers' faces suddenly became extremely strange, especially Dumbledore who was sipping mead and almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

In the wizarding world, everyone knows the name of Azkaban. It is a wizard prison located on an isolated island far away from the crowd. Only the most dangerous prisoners will be imprisoned in this cruel prison guarded by Dementors.

"Be quiet and see what happens next."

After all, Dumbledore was well-informed and made a decision quickly.

And on the seat, the wrinkles on the Sorting Hat's face had turned into flattery.

"I'm sorry, I was just joking."

"So, which college do you want to go to?"

The timid voice of the Sorting Hat sounded, and both freshmen and old students, and even the professors, showed unspeakable surprise on their faces.

Aren't you a magic item?

How could there be such a flattering behavior?

You know, the Sorting Hat is a treasure with a long history. It is good at reading minds and can see through people's thoughts and what the person wearing the hat is thinking at a glance. In addition, a few teachers, including Dumbledore, know that the Sorting Hat is actually a magical portal that can be used to obtain the treasure of the first head of the Lion House, the Sword of Gryffindor.

And to let such a senior and experienced magical item make such a servile voice?

And Dudley, wearing the Sorting Hat, nodded with satisfaction.

"You know, Harry is my brother."

"Sometimes it's hard to make a decision, after many days and nights of thinking..."

"I decided to take my talents to Gryffindor."

The students were stunned for a moment, and then Harry was the first to lead the cheering.

Although the result seems to be full of "democracy" and the two parties in the conversation fully demonstrated "cord and friendliness", the result is always good, isn't it?

The Gryffindor students also reacted quickly. They welcomed Dudley with even more enthusiastic voices than they had welcomed Harry.

Come on, it would be cool to humble the Sorting Hat!

Professor McGonagall wiped the sweat off her head and looked back. She saw the Sorting Hat breathing heavily in a very human way. Although she didn't know why a magical item needed to breathe, fortunately the Sorting Ceremony was "successfully" completed. Even if there were any problems afterwards, as the head of Gryffindor, she believed that she could easily solve them...

Right?

"Now, the party begins!"

Dumbledore stood up and smiled a rare smile.

With a "wow" sound, the golden plates in front of the students were suddenly filled with delicious food.

Harry's eyes widened. Even at the Dursleys' house, where Dudley took care of him, he had never tasted so many delicacies. Ron, who was a foodie, had his eyes bulging out, and a trace of drool almost fell from the corner of his mouth.

Even Malfoy, who was well-dressed and well-fed, looked at the table full of delicacies with surprise. Most of the teachers were smiling, and almost all the freshmen were surprised by this "trick" at the entrance ceremony.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops... everything except meat and potatoes. Dudley couldn't help but sigh. Britain is indeed a food desert. There are not many students from the East here. Otherwise, who can stand eating fish and chips every day? However, these foods still have a lingering aroma. Dudley didn't eat anything serious except some snacks on the train. This giant-blooded body soon brought the loud "cuckoo" sound to the ears of every Gryffindor student.

"Dursley, your stomach sounds like a war drum!"

Fred Weasley laughed and raised his Butterbeer to Dudley.

"Honestly, how did you become so strong?"

Where there is Fred, there must be George. The red-haired twin brothers are always inseparable. George Weasley poked Dudley's arm with the fork in his hand.

"Persevere, my dear friends."

Dudley responded vaguely and slowly pulled a chicken leg bone out of his mouth. It was clean without a trace of meat. The Gryffindor students around him cheered with joy.

This is the case for young students. If you are prominent enough and have work to do, you will gain spontaneous respect wherever you go.

"Thank...thank...you."

Neville, who was stuttering a little, looked at Dudley with gratitude. When he was assigned to Gryffindor just now, he was so excited that he even forgot to take off the Sorting Hat, and stumbled down the stairs, and ended up falling flat on his face. It was Dudley who was quick to help him up and threw the Sorting Hat back to Professor McGonagall like a frisbee. So the laughter directed at him soon turned into laughter at Dudley's mischief.

"It's a piece of cake, man."

Dudley picked up the glass happily and drank the whole glass of mead.

"Percy, who is the teacher that Professor Quirrell is talking to?"

Harry was cutting the steak on the plate and turned to smell the food from his prefect, Percy Weasley, who was also from the Weasley family.

"That's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin."

"So what does he teach?"

"Potions."

Percy's expression was serious, as if he always looked like that.

"But everyone knows that he is most interested in the Dark Arts. He has been coveting Quirrell's position for years."

Harry shrugged and continued to concentrate on the steak in front of him. Suddenly, a translucent, gray-haired head popped out from the plate in front of him.

"Welcome to Gryffindor!"

The ghost in simple clothing quickly leaned out and greeted the Gryffindor freshmen.

Needless to say, Nearly Headless Nick performed his best trick for the freshmen—tilting his head to one side as if it was about to fall off due to an incomplete decapitation.

The students ate and drank their fill. The leftovers on the plates quickly disappeared, and then they were replaced by a variety of desserts, puddings, and ice creams. Dudley handed Harry a piece of fruit syrup pie and continued chatting with Neville beside him. A happy atmosphere filled the entire hall.

By the time the pain on Harry's scar on his head had subsided and everyone had finished singing the school song, Professor Dumbledore announced the decision to go to bed. Dudley was about to follow Percy and the others to his bedroom when he saw Professor McGonagall slowly approaching him.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you."