Silk Roads

Chapter 3

"Speaking"

"Parseltongue"

'Mental telepathy'

"Spells"

Chapter 3: Hogwarts Years

1st September 1955
Location: Hogwarts
Year: 1

The sorting continued in a similar fashion; calling of names, announcing of House, and of course the clapping. Oh he was so going to create a spell to reduce volume to one's own ears. Marcaunon could tell that the upper years (mainly sixth and seventh) were bored and hungry, though the house of Serpents was more subtle in their body language and expression.

In Marcaunon's original dimension, most Lions (he's being hypocritical since he was a lion as well) and Badgers (now he's a hybrid lioger) would think that Slytherins are for evil Dark Wizard and Witches. They would lie, cheat and take advantage of you. Of course that's somewhat true, but adults should not judge little eleven year olds. They're children and could not even place a proper mask on yet. It would take at least their reaching of fourth year to master their emotionless blank mask that many Slytherins wear.

He should really stop getting side-tracked.

His eyes scanned the head table. He recognized Horace Slughorn right off the bat; he was much younger looking due to his straw blonde hair (a little on the grey side, but he had hair!) and still plump in the belly. On first glance, he could pass as a pushover Slytherin, making people underestimate him whilst he analyzed them thoroughly. The glee on his face when he heard the name Gaunt didn't go unnoticed by Marcaunon, and he would be looking forward to having a nice chat with the residence Potions' Master.

Next was Armando Dippet. If he remembered correctly the Headmaster was three hundred and eighteen years old, and would be dead next year. This would lead to Bumblebee being chosen as Headmaster.

Lastly was Filius Flitwick. The half-goblin looked to be in his early twenties, and probably new towards teaching. Even though still young, Flitwick's dueling skill was not one to be underestimated. Marcaunon always wondered why Dumbshite never recruited Flitwick for his Order of Barbequed Turkeys. He made a mental note to gain Flitwick as an ally. As they say, one can never have too many allies.

His eyes swept the table once again to double confirm that he had not missed anyone else –which he didn't. The other professors were unknown and he would bet a knut (yess he was that stingy) that Voldemort had already cursed the DADA position. Perhaps he could amuse himself each year by having a hand in making the DADA professors leave early. Maybe he could even feed the Basilisk a professor or two as a peace offering! Isn't that exciting?

The sorting was finally finished –much to the starving students' happiness– and Dippet stood to give an opening and welcoming speech. It was so much better than Dumbafork's. At least he did not attempt to speak garbbish at the end of said speech. The Headmaster clapped his wrinkled hands once and everyone cheered (the first years startled) when the food appeared.

"Hello, I'm Promona Sprout. Hogwarts sure is beautiful, isn't it?" A slightly plump girl with brown hair and eyes, reddish cheeks and bright smile introduced herself to the group of Hufflepuff first years.

Hogwarts truly is a wonderful place he agreed.

"Beautiful? It's amazing! And I'm Arnold Walker by the way. I never knew that magic existed until I've gotten my letter from Professor Dumbledore." The boy sitting across from her replied with a grin on his face and a goblet of pumpkin juice in one hand. His head was a mess of dirty blonde whilst his blue eyes sparkle with happiness. He somewhat reminded Marcaunon of one of the Parasites he had played with. If he remembered correctly, it was a woman he nicknamed Mother, her name was lost to him after he left the Manor.