Eccentric Wizard

Chapter 5: Sorting part 2

And of course,

"SLYTHERIN!" At least things were back to normal.

Considering we both had the same family name, I didn't even need to guess who would be the next one called forward.

"Malfoy Jarius," I strutted forward, giving a sideways look at the teachers and headmaster sitting behind the hat. Severus Snape, potion teacher, looked uninterested by the whole sorting thing and had his gaze locked onto someone behind me. Turning back, I saw Harry have the same reaction of his scar hurting. But I knew that it was not Snape's fault—the turban teacher was also carefully observing the main protagonist.

Albus Percival Dumbledore was not focused on the boy who lived, but rather focused on the sorting ceremony, just like the rest of the teachers. A gentle, grandfatherly smile present on his face—he really made everyone feel safe and comfortable with his presence alone. The title of strongest wizard alive wasn't just for show.

"Hn…" The man noticed my gaze and gave me a nod which I returned as well. I found it unnerving how he made his eyes twinkle like that, felt like he was scheming something against me. Which was absurd, I know, he was most likely more concentrated on Harry than anyone else—but you could never be too sure.

I didn't see him as a bad person in the least. Growing up with a father like Lucius did give me a good idea on who had an evil agenda against me or not. Aside from some plan he might have had for me, I could see that he looked back at me like he does for any other student.

Sitting down, I waited for the teacher to place the hat on my head. Due to its large size, it covered my eyes and I saw nothing but the inside of the hat which happened to be completely dark.

"Confusing," said the raspy voice of the hat. "I see courage, an abundance of courage—almost to the level of excessive boldness. But I also see love, the desire to protect your family and the love of your close ones that is embedded deeply within you. You wear your heart on your sleeve yet still manage to hide certain aspects of yourself... Curious indeed."

'Sort me in Slytherin.'

"Now that's new," it chuckled. "Are you sure? You certainly are more compatible with the other one, your heart says it all. With the potential to tie yourself with powerful allies and forge unbreakable bonds."

'But I'm also a Slytherin by nature, aren't I.' A statement more than a question. Whether I talked about the four traits or blood purity was left unsaid. 'Besides, there is so much I want to accomplish and I have people that I genuinely care about in that house.'

"I see, a valid reason—SLYTHERIN!!!"

Just like for Draco, far less people applauded for my sorting; especially the Gryffindor people. They weren't outright showing their dislike for both the Slytherin and the Malfoys, but I could just tell that they didn't appreciate us that much. 'I will have to look out for the Weasley twins and their pranks… maybe I can strike them first.' Though I would have to be careful later on, fearing their revenge prank... Maybe I can try a different approach in the future.

Though the Slytherin table on the other hand, the cheers were quite strong from their side. Draco looked unsurprised and kept displaying that rather haughty attitude. Crabbe and Goyle who still had yet to be sorted avoided any sort of eye contact with me. While Hermione genuinely looked happy and clapped the most enthusiastically of the rest.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, bushy hair."

She didn't look particularly pleased with the name calling.

"That's a rather rude thing for you to say."

"I just stated a fact, so don't change the subject. What did you just do there? More importantly, why did you convince the hat to sort you here? Are you aware that blood purity runs deeply within the ideology of the Slytherins? I remember telling you about this during our ride in the train."