Starting as the God of Magic from Harry Potter
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The moment Adrian stepped forward, the four Houses that had been busy welcoming their new students all fell silent.
Even the professors at the High Table stopped moving.
The only sounds left in the Great Hall were the countless quiet, hurried breaths of anticipation.
The Ambrosius family was one of the ancient Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Kindness, integrity, nobility, and excellence were traits deeply rooted in their bloodline.
Throughout the family’s long history, countless remarkable witches and wizards had emerged—and they had come from every one of Hogwarts’ four Houses.
That meant one thing.
Every House had a chance to claim Adrian.
And none of them wanted to let such an extraordinary and promising student slip away.
Under the burning gaze of the entire hall, Adrian calmly walked forward.
He first offered Professor McGonagall a courteous bow before placing the Sorting Hat on his head and taking his seat.
“Heh…
an Ambrosius,” the Sorting Hat muttered.
“Young man, you have very beautiful hair.”
Adrian’s lips twitched.
“Thank you.
You have quite a…
strong scent yourself.”
“I can’t help it,” the Hat replied.
“Cleaning is such a bother.”
Beside them, Professor McGonagall gave a pointed cough.
“Please proceed with the Sorting.”
The Sorting Hat sighed dramatically.
It had wanted to chat a little longer, but after about a minute of silence, it finally muttered,
“Very…
very…
very difficult.”
Three “verys.”
For the experienced Sorting Hat to describe someone that way spoke volumes.
McGonagall, who heard every word, frowned slightly.
“You possess an honest and pure heart, along with courage and passion.
Those qualities will help you overcome any hardship.
You embody everything finest about Gryffindor.”
“At the same time, your mind craves wisdom.
You pursue truth.
You seek the unknown.
Such rationality makes Ravenclaw an excellent choice as well.”
“But your noble bloodline…
and the ambition hidden deep within your heart—the refusal to remain ordinary or beneath anyone else—would grant you limitless opportunities in Slytherin.”
This time the Hat lowered its voice into an almost inaudible mutter.
No one except Adrian could hear it clearly—not even McGonagall.
Adrian rolled his eyes.
“You might as well list all four Houses while you’re at it.”
The Hat immediately objected.
“Anywhere is possible…
except Hufflepuff.
You’re absolutely unsuited for Hufflepuff.”
“Huh?”
Adrian complained inwardly.
“Why?
Hufflepuff is supposed to be kind and loyal.
Are you saying I’m evil?
I’m a perfectly upright person.”
“It has nothing to do with good or evil,” the Hat replied.
“Hufflepuffs are hardworking and brave, but what they truly seek is peace and stability.
They value humility and prefer to stay out of the spotlight.”
“But you…”
“It is impossible for someone like you to hide yourself.
If I sent you there, it’d be like locking the sun inside a cage.”
Poor Hufflepuff.
Their Head of House, Professor Sprout, had been eagerly awaiting the Hat’s verdict.
Sprout was a renowned Herbology expert, a field that overlapped with Adrian’s own studies.
If Adrian joined Hufflepuff, she would finally have the perfect successor to inherit her life’s work.
Little did she know…
The Sorting Hat had already crossed Hufflepuff off the list.
“How exactly do you lock the sun in a cage?” Adrian asked, amused.
“Are you stupid?”
He had to admit—the Hat’s intelligence was astonishing.
It was so lifelike that he even wondered whether the Founders had secretly turned it into some kind of primitive Horcrux.
Otherwise, how could it possess such advanced intelligence?
The Hat huffed indignantly.
“It’s called a metaphor!
A metaphor!
Do you understand?”
“So,” Adrian said, “would you please hurry up?
I don’t really mind waiting, but we’re holding everyone else up.”
“I’ve already noticed Professor McGonagall clenching her fingers.”
The Hat instantly became awkward.
Silence descended once more.
The atmosphere in the Great Hall grew even heavier.
The longer the Sorting took, the more it suggested that the student possessed multiple exceptional qualities.
After all, the Hat always sorted based on a person’s strongest traits.
“I’ve…”
“I’ve made my decision.”
At last, the Sorting Hat spoke again.
“Your character will help you endure hardship.”
“Your wisdom will allow you to grow.”
“But what you need most…
is a stage vast enough to match your potential.”
“So you belong in…”
“SLYTHERIN!”
This time, however, it wasn’t anxious silence.
It was the calm before the storm.
Half a second later, the Slytherin table erupted in thunderous cheers, while the other three Houses exploded into outraged protests—all of them directing their complaints squarely at the battered old Sorting Hat.
“We got an Ambrosius!”
“With Young Master Adrian joining Slytherin, our House has nothing to fear in the future!”
The Slytherin prefects all rose to their feet to welcome him.
Faced with the rare display of collective enthusiasm, Adrian maintained his usual elegant composure.
He shook hands with everyone in an orderly manner before finally taking a seat beside one of the prefects.
As he sat down, joy and disappointment spread throughout the hall in equal measure.
The older girls from the other three Houses, who had secretly hoped for the chance to grow closer to the handsome prodigy, all looked visibly crestfallen.
Although students from different Houses shared classes, they couldn’t use the same common room.
That meant far fewer opportunities to spend time together.
At the professors’ table, nearly everyone looked regretful.
The only exceptions were Professor Snape, whose expression remained as unreadable as ever, and the ever-gentle Professor Dumbledore.
“Congratulations, Professor Snape,” several professors said, turning their disappointment into polite congratulations.
“Slytherin has gained an exceptional student.”
Snape accepted the handshakes with his usual blank expression.
“Thank you.”
But inside, he was screaming.
“That little menace actually ended up in my House…”
“Will my laboratory survive this?”
In the distance, Harry watched with unmistakable admiration.
The determination in his eyes only grew stronger, as though he had silently made up his mind.
Ron Weasley, still waiting to be sorted, could barely conceal the envy in his gaze.
Yet that envy was mixed with something darker.
Jealousy.
And fear.
Professor McGonagall raised her parchment once more, her cool voice cutting through the commotion.
“Quiet.
The Sorting will continue.”
“The next student…”
She paused briefly before reading the next name.
“Harry Potter!”
The crowd that had only just calmed immediately erupted again.
In Britain’s wizarding world, one might never have eaten meat before—but it was impossible not to have heard of the Boy Who Lived.
All four Houses stirred with renewed excitement.
Slytherin’s thoughts were simple:
Ambrosius.
Harry Potter.
We want both!
The other three Houses, having already lost Adrian, now desperately hoped to secure Harry instead.
In an instant, Harry became the center of everyone’s attention.
His legs suddenly felt as heavy as lead, trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
He had never experienced anything on this scale.
But Adrian’s words of encouragement from the train still echoed in his mind.
Without even realizing it himself, Harry slowly stepped forward, walked to the stool, and placed the Sorting Hat upon his head.