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Chapter 919: Warning of the Sorting Hat

They looked very close, and people who didn’t know the reality might think their relationship was really good.

In fact, this woman looked like somebody’s maiden aunt.

She was squat, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes.

At this moment, she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet, and glanced in their direction.

So they saw a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes.

“Oh my God, it’s her!” Harry recognized her at once, and he was shocked.

“Dolores Umbridge!” Evan added, not surprised at all.

Although a lot of changes had taken place, she still came to Hogwarts as scheduled, and he didn’t know what tricks she would make.

In Evan’s view, Umbridge was much more difficult to deal with than Fudge, and she was good at causing trouble.

“Look at her clothes, nice cardigan!” said Ron, smirking.

“I find it a bit scary; it doesn’t suit her,” Colin agreed.

“She looks familiar…” Hermione followed, thoughtfully, “Who is she?”

“It’s that Umbridge woman!” Harry said. “She was at our hearing Evan and I. She works for Fudge!”

“Oh!” Hermione nodded suddenly, “What on earth is she doing here, then?”

“She’s here as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor,” said Evan. “Fudge arranged for her to come. You do understand, don’t you?”

Hermione nodded worriedly. This was not good news, and Harry, Ron, and Colin looked at them curiously.

“Understand what?” Ron asked, “Will this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class get really bad? Don’t worry, I’m ready. In fact, I’ve never looked forward to this course… “

“Lupin, Sirius, and Mad-Eye taught pretty well!” Harry said, “I hope nothing goes wrong with this woman.”

In another week, he certainly wouldn’t think so, nor would he worry about Umbridge.

Although Hermione wanted to explain to them what Umbridge’s arrival meant, and let them know the seriousness of the matter, at this moment, Professor Grubbly-Plank walked in through the side door and took the seat that ought to have been Hagrid’s.

That meant that the first years must have crossed the lake and reached the castle, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the doors from the entrance hall opened.

A long line of scared-looking first years entered, led by Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a stool on which sat an ancient wizard’s hat, heavily patched and darned with a wide rip near the frayed brim.

The buzz of talk in the Great Hall faded away.

The first years lined up in front of the staff table facing the rest of the students, and Professor McGonagall placed the stool carefully in front of them, then stood back.

The first years’ faces glowed palely in the candlelight. A small boy right in the middle of the row looked as though he was trembling.

The first years were uneasy, waiting for the Sorting Hat to decide where they were going, and even their future destiny.

Evan had always thought that the respective characteristics of the four Hogwarts Houses were too distinctive. When the first years first entered school, they were divided into four different groups, and they were constantly told the stories of the Four Founders and their favorite qualities: Gryffindor’s courage, Ravenclaw’s intelligence, Hufflepuff’s fraternity and loyalty, and Slytherin’s ambition and leadership.

These qualities imperceptibly affected the students of the four Houses and left a deep mark on them.

Obviously, the Hogwarts Sorting system had a considerable impact on students.

Even though a thousand years had passed, everyone still inherited the will of the Four Founders, but was this really good?

The Sorting ceremony had always been a highlight of the new term opening ceremony. The teachers and students of the school waited, holding breath.

In the blink of an eye, the rip near the hat’s brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Hat burst into song:

In times of old when I was new

And Hogwarts barely started

The founders of our noble school

Thought never to be parted:

United by a common goal,

They had the selfsame yearning,

To make the world’s best magic school

And pass along their learning.

“Together we will build and teach!”

The four good friends decided

And never did they dream that they

Might someday be divided,

For were there such friends anywhere

As Slytherin and Gryffindor?

Unless it was the second pair

Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

So how could it have gone so wrong?

How could such friendships fail?

Why, I was there and so can tell

The whole sad, sorry tale.

Said Slytherin, “We’ll teach just those

Whose ancestry is purest.”

Said Ravenclaw, “We’ll teach those whose

Intelligence is surest.”

Said Gryffindor, “We’ll teach all those

With brave deeds to their name,”

Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot,

And treat them just the same.”

These differences caused little strife

When first they came to light,

For each of the four founders had

A House in which they might

Take only those they wanted, so,

For instance, Slytherin

Took only pure-blood wizards

Of great cunning, just like him,

And only those of sharpest mind

Were taught by Ravenclaw

While the bravest and the boldest

Went to daring Gryffindor.

Good Hufflepuff she took the rest,

And taught them all she knew,

Thus the Houses and their founders

Retained friendships firm and true.

So Hogwarts worked in harmony

For several happy years,

But then discord crept among us

Feeding on our faults and fears.

The Houses that, like pillars four,

Had once held up our school,

Now turned upon each other and,

Divided, sought to rule.

And for a while it seemed the school

Must meet an early end,

What with dueling and with fighting

And the clash of friend on friend

And at last there came a morning

When old Slytherin departed

And though the fighting then died out

He left us quite downhearted.

And never since the founders four

Were whittled down to three

Have the Houses been united

As they once were meant to be.

And now the Sorting Hat is here

And you all know the score:

I sort you into Houses

Because that is what I’m for,

But this year I’ll go further,

Listen closely to my song:

Though condemned I am to split you

Still I worry that it’s wrong,

Though I must fulfill my duty

And must quarter every year

Still I wonder whether sorting

May not bring the end I fear.

Oh, know the perils, read the signs,

The warning history shows,

For our Hogwarts is in danger

From external, deadly foes

And we must unite inside her

Or we’ll crumble from within.

I have told you, I have warned you…

Let the Sorting now begin….

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