Yes, there was no need to mention how surprised Ron and Malfoy were in the Hogwarts Great Hall.
After all, as far as Malfoy was concerned, Potter should have been the same sort of person as her...
Why hadn't he come to Slytherin? Why had he gone into Ravenclaw instead?
Oh well, Ravenclaw wasn't entirely unacceptable, as long as it wasn't that stupid, annoying Gryffindor...
But, but...
But this meant she wouldn't be able to seek Potter out during their usual classes...
Wait!
Why would she want to seek Potter out?
She was the Malfoy family's only daughter, the wealthiest young witch in the British Wizarding World!
Why should she go looking for that damned Potter?!!!
"Damn it, damn it..."
Malfoy swore under her breath twice, though she had actually accepted Harry going to Ravenclaw.
It wasn't as though Ravenclaw didn't have any classes with Slytherin.
Potter would have to come to the Great Hall at other times, and for meals, wouldn't he?
Just you wait, Potter!
Young Miss Malfoy, who had only just thought she couldn't take the initiative to seek Harry out, inexplicably cast another strange look at him.
A bizarre possessiveness, along with a trace of something difficult to put into words...
As for Ron, although she was briefly surprised, she didn't have much of any other reaction.
She only disliked Slytherin. Ron had no particular feelings about the other houses; she simply preferred Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw was quite good. Ron herself just couldn't stand it.
Joining meant a life of endless studying. The sight of all those spellbooks already gave Ron enough of a headache. Joining Ravenclaw was out of the question...
Still, that didn't stop them from being friends, did it?
Nobody said Gryffindors could only sit with other Gryffindors in class, right?
With that thought, Ron didn't worry at all about what would happen later.
Carefree as she was, her attention lingered on Harry for a little longer before returning to the plates in the Great Hall.
Merlin's beard, she was starving! Why hadn't dinner started yet?
She wanted a big chicken drumstick!
Apart from Ron and Malfoy, the most surprised person was actually the old man seated at the very center of the Great Hall...
"How strange. Lily and James were both Gryffindors. How did Harry end up in Ravenclaw..."
Dumbledore was deeply puzzled.
Everyone knew Professor Snape was very partial to the Slytherin House she headed.
But few people knew that Dumbledore was just as partial to Gryffindor.
Even if he was partial to Gryffindor because Harry was in it, wasn't that still favoritism?
Now that "Harry" and "Gryffindor" had been separated, there was no telling where Dumbledore's favoritism would go next~
That gave one plenty to ponder.
Harry was very curious. He decided he would have to watch carefully later.
Of course, more importantly...
This wasn't only puzzling Dumbledore.
To Dumbledore's right sat a black-haired female professor with coldly beautiful features and an utterly aloof air. She, too, couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
Hmm?
Potter hadn't gone into that hopelessly stupid Gryffindor like his damned father?
Ravenclaw, of all places...
Just as Professor Severus Snape was feeling thoroughly puzzled, Harry seemed to sense something as well. Standing in the middle of the Great Hall, he put down the Sorting Hat and turned his gaze toward the staff table as he walked toward the Ravenclaw Table!
Harry: ???
Snape: !!!
Harry could actually recognize all the other professors.
The white-haired old man in the most flamboyant clothes, whose gaze was filled with affection as he looked at him, had to be Hogwarts' headmaster-Albus Dumbledore.
Harry knew perfectly well that he was the most important piece in Dumbledore's hands.
To Dumbledore, Harry, and Harry alone, could kill Voldemort at the final moment and put an end to this endless war!
Professor McGonagall needed no introduction. Like Hagrid, she was someone he had already met on the way.
Professor Flitwick's physical characteristics were far too distinctive. After all, he was the only one who needed such a tall stool...
And after learning that Harry was coming to Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick had grinned from ear to ear.
Whether Professor Flitwick would still be able to smile once Harry started acting like a little demon remained to be seen...
Professor Sprout wasn't quite so easy to identify, but her gentle air still allowed Harry to recognize her quickly.
If it had been last year, Harry might not have recognized Professor Quirrell, but this year he had such a huge bulge on the back of his head...
All of that was normal, but, but...
Apart from being sorted into Ravenclaw and feeling that the plot had gone a little off the rails, what sent Harry into the greatest meltdown was this.
How had that cold, seemingly unpleasant Professor Snape become a woman?!
And her figure and face were even...
Ahem, that had nothing to do with it. The point was, why was Professor Snape a female professor?!
Hadn't he... she once been in love with his mother? What was going on?
They were both schoolgirls, so how could Professor Snape have competed with James for his mother's affection when she was young?
Harry didn't know, and by now his mind was already a little muddled.
Even the faint malice coming from Professor Quirrell only made Harry clutch his head in some pain, failing to dispel the confusion in his mind.
Wait.
Now he... she had become Aunt Severus Snape?
S... Aunt Snape?!
Seeing Harry cast his youthful gaze her way and study her with lingering shock and uncertainty...
Professor Snape frowned, instinctively displeased.
James's son had no manners!
But then Harry blinked at Professor Snape and gave her a rather shy smile.
Combined with Harry's rosy lips and pearly teeth, it made Snape change her mind at once.
Those eyes were so beautiful. Like Lily's...
His smile was like Lily's too, nothing like James Potter's nauseating smile...
In an instant, the cold, imposing atmosphere Professor Snape had gathered around herself was shattered by a single blink from Harry...
Actually, a child fathered by James Potter wouldn't necessarily be as vile and damnable as James, would he?
He looked quite adorable, just like his mother. An angel on earth...
Lily Evans...
Her gaze softened a little, and Snape looked at Harry again.
Had she not looked, all would have been well. The moment she did, Snape's gaze turned dangerous and sharp again.
Even a murderous intent and malice began to emanate around Snape!
Of course, they weren't directed at Harry, but at a certain spot at the staff table...
"Potter's scar seems to be hurting again..."
Professor Snape narrowed her black eyes and looked from side to side.
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