Godfather and Godson

Chapter 122: Wand Weighing

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"O, it was the Sword of Gryffindor that told me," Harry shrugged his shoulder. "Can't only the heirs to Gryffindor wield it?" he asked naively.

"Mmm," the old man muttered, "you are correct. Why didn't I... O, well," he sighed as he waved off whatever he must have been thinking.

"About that, could I have it back," Harry suddenly asked out of the blue. Looking at the Sorting Hat which rested on the shelf behind the old man's desk, it looked like it was asleep, he did try to converse with it when he was alone here, but it didn't respond at all for some reason even though he was now the Hogwarts Heir now.

If Harry had to guess the old man must have done something to the Sorting Hat, he wouldn't put past the old man anything.

There was so much inconsistency with the Sorting hat, people going to houses that they don't belong in. It was like it wasn't doing its one job properly which was sorting each new student into their proper house.

There were many people he could think that went to houses that they didn't belong in. Those that came to the top of his mind where; Herminioe who clearly belonged to Ravenclaw, yes, she was brave there was no denying that, however where she belonged was obviously the raven nest.

And the list just goes on; Neville who fit perfectly in Hufflepuff, yes, he was slowly finding that bravery he had in him but his Hufflepuff traits of kindness, compassion, and loyalty outshined everything else.

Then of course there were Ron and Draco who just didn't belong in their houses, a proper reason couldn't be just because their family always went into those houses. He was sure Ron belonged in Slytherin and he only showed the bad traits of that house with no cunning, leadership, and resourcefulness in him at all. All he really had was ambition that he did not know how to focus.

And Draco he would have put him into Hufflepuff just to mess with him. However to be honest that pompous ass didn't have the qualities found in that house. Really he fit in none and Harry believed that was the issue with the four house system, everyone who didn't fit in the other three houses always got thrown into Hufflepuff.

Turned back to look at the old man with a smile on his face, he was daring him to deny him his right.

"About that..." the old man hesitated, clearly not expecting his demand with the way he looked unsure how to really respond.

Putting pressure on him, Harry didn't want him to slip out of this like he always does. "That sword belongs to my house, Headmaster, it was only left in the company of the school until the next heir comes."

"Yes, I understand my boy," the old goat smiled kindly to him. "However this weapon is a very powerful artifact. I hate to say it, but I am not sure you can carry this burden."

Snoring out loud as he couldn't hold himself back from laughing right in the old bastard's face, Dumbledore stared at him as if he just lost his mind as he bent over in a belly laugh.

Wiping the tear on the corner of his eye, Harry held out a hand, "I am sorry, Headmaster, but that was just the funniest thing you have ever said."

"How so?" the powerful wizard asked as he furrowed his busy eyebrows in confusion, really not understanding where he was coming from. "I am not kidding, my boy, this is something that comes with so much complications and problems that I do not believe you are able to handle yet."