[ Chapter I (1): "FELIX HARP — THE FIRST HEADMASTER OF NEW HOGWARTS ]
The Book of Admittance — a gigantic leather book that has no name, and no author in front of the cover could be seen "sleeping" idly at the destined podium of it. Inside the Headmaster's Office.
When suddenly something "woke" it up, seemingly getting its attention as it opens it maw, flipping to the 3rd page of the book amongst the infinite seemingly thin pages of itself.
And not sooner than later after it opened it's maw, a feathery green quill called the Quill of Acceptance could be seen jumping over the air, expressing it's joy as finally it had proven once again that another child is gifted — and not unlike the thousand or so-and-so cases.
Dipping its feet on the opened ever-lasting black ink, it then began to write on the left right side of the book in neat, cursive, and small letters. Precisely writing the name of the user of magic, the location, age, type of magic, and also the frequency.
This time, the procedure taking quite longer than usual, up to a minute as it neetly writes on the book — on the book which seems to be annoyed, yet happy in being written on.
Only allowing one quill on its lifetime to write on it, and that is of course the insufferable quill which is currently writing on it. In annoyance it opened its maw only finally the thing was finally done.
It was about to close its maw, but stopped midway in seeing the quill persistently tapping its covers, as if saying "I'M NOT DONE!", so reluctantly in response it opened again its maw — page 3.
Under the annoyed, and confused "gaze" of the book. The quill began writing a string of words on the last part of the latest writing, this being the remark section, before ultimately being satisfied and resting on its "bed".
The ink drying, and not sooner than later the Book of Acceptance also closed its opened maw, having not liked the fact in being open for a second longer than usual.
But nonetheless satisfied in listing another wizard, or witch, especially in a new world they found themselves in. A world that has never known witchcraft and wizardry compared to the world that they previously occupied.
And in knowing that, they amongst the other alchemical objects like magical paintings, or cooper guard status felt dissatisfied, and protested.
Ultimately deciding on creating the perfect new Wizardry World for this world that has not known magic that long. And reluctantly that'll be under that "man" who is like a tyrant — the one the Sorting Hat usually complains about.
The latter having the ability to speak, which some alchemical products like the Book of Admittance or Quill of Acceptance doesn't have. Which they envied — but nonetheless, they didn't envy the thing that much as it's work is much harder than theirs.
Oh no, he's here!
The Book of Admittance and Quill of Acceptance could hear footsteps echoing on the halls right outside of the room they are in — the echoing of the shoes, and the time it tooks for it to collide with the rough floor, the mannerism in how it is being stepped.
Other than the 3 other Professors inside Hogwarts Castle, or, well, the New Hogwarts Castle — this shoes ultimately belong to the one and only flamboyant Professor of Alchemy and Charms, that being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and current tyrant of this same institution...
The door to the office could be seen opening, and step into the office is a well-dressed man with his eyes shining in the darkness — his green-slithering eyes could be seen scanning his office, all the while a smirk could be seen on his lips.
On the tip of his hand is a slightly tattered and abused brown wizard hat, [ "Put. Me. Down!" ] A talking hat, also called by the many as the Sorting Hat — hired, but not paid by Hogwarts to sort the newly arrived students to one of the four houses every year, those houses being:
House Gryffindor for the brave. House Slytherin for the cunning. House Hufflepuff for the honest. And House Ravenclaw for the smartest.
But there are key exceptions, that the Sorting Hat doesn't want to do anymore. Having been forced on the first-ever, and last year's opening ceremony to sort a few key students that should belong to the other houses to one specific house — Slytherin.
House Slytherin for the cunning, which is being controlled by the most cunning man out of them all — Felix Harp the Headmaster of New Hogwarts.
[ "Sure, I'll put you down." ] In mockery, Felix spoke in a soft tone, placing the hat on his desk as the magical portraits on the wall quickly pretends to be sleeping in seeing him past by. [ "Not!" ]
He then grabbed the slight anger appeased hat by the tip of his pointy head, the cracks which forms to be his mouth, and eyes quickly beginning to be deeper as the said thousand year old hat gets thrown into the air. [ "You...!" ] The hat have never felt so ashamed before.
[ "Felix Harp! You rascal. You have no shame, you have no respect at all!" ] Being juggled in the air, the Sorting Hat which was originally created by Godrick Gryffindor, one of the Founders couldn't help but vent his frustration — which could be heard falling to deaf ears — as Felix instead enjoys this, like an exercise.
[ "I'm gonna incorporate this to my exercise if you don't give up, hat." ] Threatening the thing, this lasted for a good solid minute before finally the said alchemical product felt dizzy and agreed to the terms. [ "Fine! Stop this! I YIELD, damn it." ]
Rumbling to itself, the hat after hours and hours of arguing against the man in front of him, finally relented — losing the high ground as he is forced to do what he hates the most. Lying to innocent children.
[ "Great! That is very great. Do remember, in a month and a half will be the Sorting Ceremony — you wouldn't forget your word then, wouldn't you?" ] Felix smiles at him threateningly, causing the hat to gulp even though the thing doesn't have a gullet. [ "I-I swear by Gryffindor's name, I wouldn't back down." ]
[ "Very well." ] The suffering of the thousand year-old hat finally ended when he was shoved back on the bookshelves filled with ornaments and trinkets, only having a handful of books, which is right besides the Book of Admittance and Quill of Acceptance.
The hat could hear the book and quill snickering at him, and some too are the magical portraits of the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses of the Original Hogwarts — who's also slightly snickering at it, not liking that the hat made the deal with the literal devil. [ "Hey, don't look at me like that. I tried!" ]
Yeah, sure buddy.
That's what the book, the quill, the portraits, and ultimately Felix said to themselves. Not agreeing with the fact, that the hat did resist the "torture" the Headmaster gave him. Which is quite light.
[ "Whatever you say, hat. Whatever you say." ] Felix who have grown accustomed with the tendencies of the hat, and of the book, and of the quill, and of the portraits couldn't help but snicker in amusement.
Turning his back on all of them as he made his way out of the room, out of his office, to the Great Hall about to have his fill for the day — after an extensive redecoration on the whole Castle of Hogwarts that is.
In him leaving, he could hear the hat trying his best to survive against the onslaught of words coming from the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.
[ "I TRIED!" ] In hearing that, Felix could only shrug his shoulders. Sure hat, you did, I believe in you...
Not!
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[ WRITTEN: 01/25/2025 ]
[ POSTED: 01/26/2025 ]