"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title.
Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
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McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger.
"Ron that's not how you treat a girl. Poor girl didn't even do anything wrong to you." Mrs. Weasley scolded. Ron wanted to roll his eyes.
Hermoine showed him mock glare as he kissed her temple in apology.
On the other hand, Harry wasn't meeting his mother's eyes.
[Harry nods in agreement. Hermione sits on the stool and McGonagall places the sorting hat on her head]
Sorting Hat: Ah, right then... hmm... right. Okay. Gryffindor!
[The students cheer; Hermione jumps off with a smile.]
McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.
[Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Draco's head.]
Sorting Hat: Slytherin!
[The students cheer, not as loudly]
Slytherin in the hall also clapped for him.
Malfoys had an arrogant proud look on their face while Narcissa gave Draco a big smile telling him that she was proud of him.
Ron: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.
Ron received glares from almost all the Slytherins sitting in the hall.
“He isn’t wrong though,” Sirius whispered to James.
Professor Slughorn retorted defensively, "Oh, come now, Mr. Weasley! That's a rather broad brush you're painting with. Not every Slytherin goes down the dark path. I've had plenty of successful and respectable individuals in my Slug Club who would beg to differ."
Although he doesn’t teach anymore but he couldn’t help but defend his house.
“That’s the first time he said your name right Ronald.” Hermoine teased as Harry snickered.
"Today just isn't my day." Ron grumbled to himself.
"Ron, enlighten me. In this little time-traveling escapade of ours, how many of our esteemed group donned the colors of Slytherin?" Burke spat out, a sneer of disdain accompanying his words. “I'm well aware that we can be quite vicious, perhaps a tad more than you can handle, but that doesn't automatically render our actions incorrect.”
