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Next to it, and in the very center of the table, sat Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep green robes embroidered with many stars and moons. The tips of Dumbledores long, thin fingers were together and he was resting his chin upon them, staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though lost in thought. Harry glanced up at the ceiling too. It was enchanted to look like the sky outside, and he had never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it. Oh hurry up, Ron moaned, beside Harry, I could eat a hippogriff. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell. Professor McGonagall was leading a long line of first years up to the top of the Hall. If Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wet, it was nothing to how these first years looked. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed. All of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school - all of them except the smallest of the lot, a boy with mousy hair, who was wrapped in what Harry recognized as Hagrids moleskin overcoat. The coat was so big for him that it looked as though he were draped in a furry black circus tent. His small face protruded from over the collar, looking almost painfully excited. When he had lined up with his terrified-looking peers, he caught Colin Creeveys eye, gave a double thumbsup, and mouthed, I fell in the lake. He looked positively delighted about it. Professor McGonagall now placed a four-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty, patched wizards hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song: A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own House, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone. Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead. Now slip me snug about your ears, Ive never yet been wrong, Ill have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong. The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished. Thats not the song it sang when it Sorted us, said Harry, clapping along with everyone else. Sings a different one every year, said Ron. Its got to be a pretty boring life, hasnt it, being a hat. I suppose it spends all year making up the next one. Professor McGonagall was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment. When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool, she told the first years. When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table. Ackerley, Stewart. A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool. RAVENCLAW. shouted the hat. Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him. Harry caught a glimpse of Cho, the Ravenclaw Seeker, cheering Stewart Ackerley as he sat down. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Ravenclaw table too. Baddock, Malcolm. SLYTHERIN. The table on the other side of the hall erupted with cheers; Harry could see Malfoy clapping as Baddock joined the Slytherins. Harry wondered whether Baddock knew that Slytherin House had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other. Fred and George hissed Malcolm Baddock as he sat down. Branstone, Eleanor. HUFFLEPUFF. Cauldwell, Owen. HUFFLEPUFF. Creevey, Dennis. Tiny Dennis Creevey staggered forward, tripping over Hagrids moleskin, just as Hagrid himself sidled into the Hall through a door behind the teachers table. About twice as tall as a normal man, and at least three times as broad, Hagrid, with his long, wild, tangled black hair and beard, looked slightly alarming - a misleading impression, for Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew Hagrid to possess a very kind nature. He winked at them as he sat down at the end of the staff table and watched Dennis Creevey putting on the Sorting Hat. The rip at the brim opened wide - GRYFFINDOR. the hat shouted. Hagrid clapped along with the Gryffindors as Dennis Creevey, beaming widely, took off the hat, placed it back on the stool, and hurried over to join his brother. Colin, I fell in. he said shrilly, throwing himself into an empty seat. It was brilliant. And something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back in the boat. Cool. said Colin, just as excitedly. It was probably the giant squid, Dennis. Shards for apex legends sale heirloom. said Dennis, as though nobody in their wildest dreams could hope for more than being thrown into a storm-tossed, fathoms-deep lake, and pushed out of it again by a giant sea monster. Dennis. Dennis. See that boy down there. The one with the black hair and glasses. See him. Know who he is, Dennis. Harry looked away, staring very hard at the Sorting Hat, now Sorting Emma Dobbs. The Sorting continued; boys and girls with varying degrees of fright on their faces moving one by one to the four-legged stool, the line dwindling slowly as Professor McGonagall passed the Ls. Oh hurry up, Ron moaned, massaging his stomach. Now, Ron, the Sortings much more important than food, said Nearly Headless Nick as Madley, Laura. became a Hufflepuff. Course it is, if youre dead, snapped Ron. I do hope this years batch of Gryffindors are up to scratch, said Nearly Headless Nick, applauding as McDonald, Natalie. joined the Gryffindor table. We dont want to break our winning streak, do we. Gryffindor had won the Inter-House Championship for the click three years in a row. Pritchard, Graham. SLYTHERIN. Quirke, Orla. RAVENCLAW. And finally, with Whitby, Kevin!(HUFFLEPUFF!), the Sorting ended. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and the stool and carried them away. About time, said Ron, seizing his knife and fork and looking expectantly at his golden plate. Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was smiling around at the students, click to see more arms opened wide in welcome. I have only two words to say to you, he told them, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. Tuck in. Hear, hear. said Harry and Ron loudly as the empty dishes filled magically before their eyes. Nearly Headless Nick watched mournfully as Harry, Ron, and Hermione loaded their own plates. Aaah, ats beer, said Ron, with his mouth full of mashed potato. Youre lucky theres a feast at all tonight, you know, said Nearly Headless Nick. There was trouble in the kitchens earlier. Why. Wha appened. said Harry, through a sizable chunk of steak. Peeves, of course, said Nearly Headless Nick, shaking his head, which wobbled dangerously. He pulled his ruff a little higher up on his neck. The usual argument, you know. He wanted to attend the feast - well, its quite out of the question, you know what hes like, utterly uncivilized, cant see a plate of food without throwing it. We held a ghosts council - the Fat Friar was all for giving him the chance - but most wisely, in my opinion, the Bloody Baron put his foot down. The Bloody Baron was the Slytherin ghost, a gaunt and silent specter covered in silver bloodstains. He was the only person at Hogwarts who could really control Peeves. Yeah, we thought Peeves seemed hacked off about something, said Ron darkly. So what did he do in the kitchens. Oh the usual, said Nearly Headless Nick, shrugging. Wreaked havoc and mayhem. Pots and pans everywhere. Place swimming in soup. Terrified the house-elves out of their wits - Clang. Hermione had knocked over her golden goblet. Pumpkin juice spread steadily over the tablecloth, staining several feet of white linen orange, but Hermione paid no attention. There are house-elves here. she said, staring, horror-struck, at Nearly Headless Nick. Here at Hogwarts. Certainly, said Nearly Headless Nick, looking surprised at her reaction. The largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred. Ive never seen one. said Hermione. Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they. said Nearly Headless Nick. They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning. see to the fires and so on. I mean, youre not supposed to see them, are you. Thats the mark of a good house-elf, isnt it, that you dont know its there. Hermione stared at him. But they get paid. she said. They get holidays, dont they. And - and sick leave, and pensions, and everything. Nearly Headless Nick chortled so much that his ruff slipped and his head flopped off, dangling on the inch or so of ghostly skin and muscle that still attached it to his neck. Sick leave and pensions. he said, pushing his head back onto his shoulders and securing it once more with his ruff. House-elves dont want sick leave and pensions. Hermione looked down at her hardly touched plate of food, then put her knife and fork down upon it and pushed it away from her. Oh cmon, Er-my-knee, said Ron, accidentally spraying Harry with bits of Yorkshire pudding. Oops - sorry, Arry - He swallowed. You wont get them sick leave by starving yourself. Slave labor, said Hermione, breathing hard through her nose. Thats what made this dinner. Slave labor. And she refused to eat another bite. The rain was still drumming heavily against the high, dark glass. Another clap of thunder shook the windows, and the stormy ceiling flashed, illuminating the golden plates as the remains of the first course vanished and were replaced, instantly, with puddings. Treacle tart, Hermione. said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell toward her. Spotted dick, look. Chocolate gateau. But Hermione gave him a look so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall that he gave up. When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard. said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. Now that we are all fed and watered, (Hmph. said Hermione) I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filchs office, if anybody would like to check it. The corners of Dumbledores mouth twitched. He continued, As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year. What. Harry gasped. He looked around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak. Dumbledore went on, This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts - But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling. Hermione gasped. The lightning had thrown the mans face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed consider, counter strike construction opinion be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the mans eyes that made him frightening. One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye - and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the mans head, so that all they could see was whiteness. The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry couldnt hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side. The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. His normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, but the blue eye was still darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students. May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. Professor Moody. It was usual for new staff members to source greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moodys bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him. Moody. Harry muttered to Ron. Mad-Eye Moody. The one your dad went to help this morning. Must be, said Ron in a low, awed voice. What happened to him. Hermione whispered. What happened to his face. Dunno, Ron whispered back, watching Moody with fascination. Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less-than-warm welcome. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached again into his traveling cloak, pulled out a hip flask, and took a long draught from it. 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