PS: Absolute Banger!!!!
Chapter 9 — For the Greater Good
Led by Professor McGonagall, the first-years lined up and walked through the entrance hall into an enormous, dazzlingly lit Great Hall.
Four long tables stretched beneath thousands of floating candles. Plates and goblets shimmered in the warm glow. Older students filled the benches, whispering and watching.
At the front, another long table seated the Hogwarts professors.
Horatio spotted Dumbledore at the center.
He pointed two fingers toward his own eyes: "YOU."
Flipped his hands: "LOOKING. MY. EYES."
Then dragged a thumb across his throat: "WAITING FOR DEATH."
Dumbledore glanced at him… and ignored him, turning to watch Harry instead.
Horatio felt his temper rising.
Ignoring him?
Fine.
Time to prepare a big move.
McGonagall lined the first-years before the entire school, a four-legged stool placed before them with a patched, ancient hat on top.
The Sorting Hat ripped open a mouth and sang its welcome song.
Thunderous applause followed.
McGonagall raised a parchment.
"When I call your name, put on the hat and—"
"Wait a moment."
Horatio raised his hand.
"I believe we're missing a very important segment."
He stepped forward.
"Every school has a new student representative speech.
As a humble, modest, absolutely qualified individual, I volunteer."
McGonagall opened her mouth—
Too late.
Horatio had already begun.
"Dear fellow students, seniors, and professors—
I entered Hogwarts full of excitement… and was immediately disappointed.
All the way here, the first question wasn't What magic can you do?
It was What bloodline are you?
If you're not pureblood, some people turn their noses up."
He looked directly at the Slytherin table.
"Hogwarts is a place to learn magic, make friends, and grow.
Why cling to blood prejudice?
Even dogs don't judge each other by pedigree."
A wave of angry Slytherins glared at him.
Dumbledore blocked McGonagall from stopping him, signaling:
"Let him finish"
"Pureblood families—remember, hundreds of years ago your ancestors were just Muggles who awakened magic.
They worked hard so you could sit here today.
You should make your family proud of you.
Not rely on your ancestors' achievements as if you own them."
Several students, pureblood and not, listened with unexpected seriousness.
"Muggle-born students—never look down on yourselves.
As we say in the Far East:Why can't the commoner rise to become king?
If your birth is inferior, surpass them through hard work."
When Horatio finished, the hall erupted into applause—even McGonagall clapped, despite herself.
Dumbledore's eyes gleamed with tears.
"He's finally grown up…"
TN: " Kekekekeke"(evil laugh)
Horatio:"Kekekeke"(evil laugh)
Horatio glanced at him…And smirked like a villain preparing a plot twist.
Dumbledore's gut tightened.
Then, Horatio Drops the Bombshell
"Purebloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns—
we all share one identity:
We are wizards.
We create miracles.
We heal diseases.
We defy death.
Yet over 300 years ago, a single law forced us into hiding.
We thought silence would bring peace.
But look at the Muggle world now—
wars, plagues, weapons capable of destroying cities.
And we stand aside doing nothing."
A golden fire ignited around him.
Protego Diabolica.
(T/N: Turn on the music, Mini Grindelwald enters the stage)
A fiery ring enclosed him.
Students gasped.
"As Muggles advance, it is only a matter of time before they discover us.
What then? Fear? Hatred? Weapons aimed at us?
Perhaps they already know—we're their movie characters, book characters.
Our magic turned into entertainment!"
He snapped his fingers.
The golden flames rose and twisted—forming a massive fire dragon screaming into the sky.
"If we use magic freely, we're thrown into Azkaban like criminals.
Why must we hide?
Did we do something wrong?"
The fire dragon spread its wings over the Great Hall.
"Even our savior, Harry Potter—a hero to us—is forced to live like a mistreated house-elf in his aunt's home!"
Students stared wide-eyed.
"It's time to tear away the hypocrisy of the Statute of Secrecy!
Time to take control of our destiny!
Time to show the world the power of magic—
For the Greater Good!"
Students: "?????"
Dumbledore: "…Oh hell no."
"Confringo Maxima!"
Dumbledore blasted the fire dragon, compressing it until it shrieked and vanished.
Then he teleported beside Horatio and gave him two swift bonks on the head before grabbing him by the back of his collar like misbehaving laundry.
"Sorting ceremony continues," he said to McGonagall...and disappeared with Horatio.
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Sorting Ceremony began, at Last without Great Horatio.
A few minutes later, Dumbledore returned,dragging a silent Horatio bound with Suppression Cuffs and a Silencing Charm.
He dropped him onto the stool and nodded at McGonagall.
The Sorting Hat landed on his head.
"Well, well… what a troublesome child," the hat whispered.
"Anywhere is fine." Horatio thought.
"Slytherin?" the hat offered.
Horatio imagined ruling them with absolute power.
Never mind.
"Ravenclaw?"
He imagined creating an army of Victorian-era maidens.
No, too dangerous.
"Hufflepuff?"
He imagined recruiting a loyal suicide squad of small yellow badgers.
Also no.
"…You should go to Azkaban."
That was honestly viable, but the hat sighed.
Every house was doomed no matter where he went.
Only one house could survive the chaos.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!"
The three other Heads of House audibly sighed with relief.
McGonagall looked like she'd aged twenty years.
Horatio sat on the stool wearing a goofy yellow emoji face.
Sorting hats expression clearly said:
"Professor… your house is finished.
Consider renaming it Gryff-in-Trouble."
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