The Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts takes place every year.
Everyone pays close attention to it since it determines whether talented newcomers will join their house.
But this year's ceremony is particularly eye-catching!
The savior whom the British wizarding world has waited ten years for has finally stepped into the magical world. At the same time, another student, shrouded in legend—the Seer—is also enrolling this year.
Besides these two, many children from pure-blood families, who may hold important social positions in the future, are also joining.
Those who value group unity and wish to strengthen their faction are already gearing up for action.
Draco Malfoy even tried to befriend Harry Potter on the train. Unfortunately, because Ron Weasley was by Harry's side, his attempt ended in failure.
As for the Seer? Draco never had any thoughts about approaching him.
His father had warned him to be cautious of the Seer.
Although still young, Draco, as a pure-blood "noble," understood that some of his family's business wasn't entirely legal.
If the Seer was the type to turn a blind eye, that would be fine. But if he turned out to be an overly righteous "justice enforcer," he might become more trouble than he was worth.
After all, everyone wants to know others' secrets but doesn't want their own to be known.
The gap in information is a powerful and terrifying thing!
"Hufflepuff!" The first student, Hannah, put on the hat and walked toward the applauding long table.
When she sat down, the Hufflepuff students stopped clapping and turned their expectant gazes toward the Sorting Hat, waiting for the next young wizard to step forward.
Many of the following students were unfamiliar to Roger.
The ones he did recognize were the trio of Harry, Malfoy's group, and Neville, who had a few shining moments in the story.
As for the others… well, you know.
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin… The Sorting Hat repeatedly announced the different house names.
With a surname starting with "V," Roger Virgil was among the last to be called.
The long wait made Roger's mind wander.
One house values bravery, another is full of knowledge and wisdom, one is nurturing like a father, and the last is proud and enjoys elegance…
They really didn't take inspiration from anything?
"Roger Virgil!" Professor McGonagall called out his name, holding a parchment.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Roger straightened up and walked forward.
"Roger? Is he the one from the legend…?"
"He's Roger? The Seer?!" A young witch who had just been sorted into Gryffindor recognized the person she had met on the train.
"Harry Potter is already in Gryffindor. Now it's our turn to get the Seer, right?" Some Slytherins whispered among themselves.
"Oh no, Merlin help us! Please don't let him come to our house! My uncle said he's a dark lord who won't be happy unless he kills a Muggle every day…"
"Your uncle lied to you," a Hufflepuff girl defended her acquaintance.
The hall buzzed with discussions, but Roger barely heard them, nor did he care to.
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, blocking his vision.
Then, a voice spoke.
"You really don't want to go to Slytherin?"
"Alright, alright, you don't have to keep repeating it. So, which house do you want to—uh…"
Every year, the Sorting Ceremony always had a few special students. Many early wizards were eccentric, and their education levels were questionable. The Sorting Hat had long grown accustomed to this over the centuries.
But Roger was particularly troublesome.
Right now, he was like a broken record, with only one thought in his mind:
'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin…' (repeated endlessly)
Even when the Sorting Hat spoke to him, there was no other response.
Hmm, looks like it needed to get serious.
"Alright, I do think Slytherin suits you best, but if you refuse, then how about Gryffindor?"
"You think of yourself as cowardly?" The Sorting Hat tried to get a sense of Roger's self-perception.
"No, recklessness isn't courage. True courage is overcoming fear."
"What do you mean by 'better to die a thousand deaths than regret'? Or 'though thousands stand in my way, I shall press forward'? Your standards are too high."
"What about Ravenclaw?"
"Not smart enough, too many mistakes?"
"Facing your mistakes and trying to correct them rather than ignoring them—that alone is enough to be called wisdom."
"If I sorted based on your standards, hardly anyone would qualify for Hogwarts."
"Hufflepuff… Well, honestly, your personality doesn't quite fit Hufflepuff."
The Sorting Hat pondered between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor for a moment.
Then, it made its decision.
"…Gryffindor!"
The reason was simple. Roger's wisdom stemmed from his courage to face anything and his desire to grow stronger, similar to Slytherin's ambitions.
Since he refused to go to Slytherin, Gryffindor was indeed a better fit.
As soon as the hat announced the result, the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers so loud they nearly lifted the enchanted ceiling!
Students waved their pointed wizard hats in excitement.
The Savior and the Seer—Gryffindor had hit the jackpot this year!
Roger glanced toward Gryffindor's table… Well, not everyone was thrilled. Some students seemed hesitant to look at him.
Just like how Professor X wasn't always welcome among people with secrets.
As soon as Roger sat down, his new housemates enthusiastically gathered around him.
With his extensive experience in leading teams and commanding troops, Roger had no trouble handling social interactions.
He quickly noticed that the bespectacled boy with a lightning scar was watching him with curiosity but seemed hesitant to start a conversation.
After Roger, only a few more students were sorted, and soon, the ceremony ended.
Then came the usual school song, the feast, and Headmaster Dumbledore's speech—just as Roger remembered: warnings about the third-floor corridor and the Forbidden Forest.
As students chatted while enjoying the lavish banquet, Roger occasionally glanced toward the faculty table.
But he wasn't looking at Professor McGonagall.
His attention was on Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Snape, the Potions Master.
From what Roger knew, Snape was a sharp-tongued man who disliked idle gossip.
Yet, at this moment, he was constantly whispering to Professor Quirrell.
"…Snape has been watching Quirrell since the start of term?"
Roger knew that Quirrell was harboring Voldemort at the back of his head.
But was Snape testing him? Or just keeping him under surveillance?
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