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  The young wizards in the Great Hall began to buzz with excitement, their eyes fixed on Aurora. In the otion, no oiced Daphne, who had gone weak in her legs and was struggling to find her footing.

  Grindelwald.

  For Daphhat name represehe weight of her entire family's legacy. But for the pure-blood and half-blood wizards present, it was a legendary hat once sent shivers through all of Europe.

  Some students might not have heard of the dark wizard Voldemort due to their families' attempts to ceal the truth, but no one could be unaware of Dumbledore's aremesis, Grindelwald.

  After all, various dots and the famous wizard cards in Chocote Frogs highlighted Dumbledore's achievements, with the most promi being his victory ellert Grindelwald.

  This feat was signifit enough that even those with little knowledge of wizarding history would uand its importance. Almost all pure-blood families were aware of the impact that name had on Europe.

  Perhaps Grindelwald's influenever reached Engnd directly, but it was hard to believe that no pure-blood families secretly resonated with his ideas. Even now, in some historical ats and "new fables," the name Grindelwald appeared frequently— the infamous i of burning Paris could not be erased from history.

  No o Hogwarts expected to wele a Grindelwald among them.

  Many turo Dumbledore, but the headmaster merely smiled, his expression unreadable.

  "What is Dumbledore thinking?" Oudent whispered.

  "My God, look at her eyes! They say the Grindelwald family has a pair of magical eyes that bewitch people. Are we going to be ensved by her?" Another specuted.

  "She's so beautiful; I wouldn't mind..." A third chimed in.

  "Wake up! You're a girl too!" Someone else retorted.

  These murmurs were not loud, but some of the gossip iably reached Aurora's ears. She seemed unfazed, sitting on the fged stool with an expressionless face, quietly waiting for the S.

  "Child, don't mind them; they mean no harm," Professonagall whispered, pg a reassuring hand on Aurora's shoulder.

  Then, she pced the S Hat on Aurora's head. No one knew what exge was happeniween the S Hat and Aurora, and the Great Hall fell into an eerie silence.

  Time passed slowly.

  Miicked by before...

  "Slytherin!"

  When the S Hat announced Aurora's house, the dead silence was shattered by aion of cheers from the Slytherin table. Some older students even stood up to appud and wele her.

  ‘A desdant of the first geion? Some might think so.’

  But not everyone would agree.

  Many students in Slytherin were wise enough to uand things that others had yet to ponder.

  "Slytherin weles you! Your arrival is our honor!" Some senior wizards excimed enthusiastically.

  Aurora simply nodded politely and chose a seat away from the crowd. Fag the overwhelmihusiasm around her, she frowned slightly, pting an excuse.

  "Sorry, I have autism; I don't like to talk."

  Upon hearing this, many Slytherin students looked startled. Although a few still attempted to strike up a versation, the atmosphere was much calmer than before.

  "What should I do?"

  Most Slytherin students were pleased, but a few felt uneasy. The oh the most plex emotions was undoubtedly Daphne Greengrass.

  tally, at that moment, Professonagall called out her name.

  "Daphne Greengrass!"

  Since Aurora had just been sorted, fewer people were paying attention to Daphne, but this was no longer something she cared about.

  This once-arrogant girl was noale as a ghost. She barely registered how she walked up to the ptform, her mind rag with thoughts of how she had pined about the S Hat being dirty.

  ing from a family of Slytherins, she desperately wished to be sorted into another house. Who would have thought she would sider Ravencw a good option?

  "Slytherin!"

  Unfortunately, the S Hat did not heed Daphne's silent plea.

  When the house name was called, Daph a wave of dread wash over her. She walked toward the cheering table, hesitating for a moment before finally mustering the ce to sit beside Aurora.

  "Sorry, I..."

  Having lived a pampered life, the proud Daphne wao uphold her family's legacy, but she had no idea how to make amends for the disaster she had caused.

  At just eleven years old, in a state of panic, her mind was almost bnk, and even her short words seemed to carry a sob.

  Because of her pure-blood pride, she uood the terror associated with the Grindelwald name even more deeply.

  "Greengrass, what you should worry about is not me," Aurora said, gesturing for Dapho sit beside her. This would help block many others who might try to engage her in versation. Besides her surname, Aurora's striking looks also attracted unwatention.

  "Huh?"

  Daph down uneasily, puzzled by Aurora's words.

  "I won't be your trouble because you've already gotten yourself into bigger trouble," Aurora replied calmly, tinuing to observe the S as it unfolded.

  "Peter Papacw!"

  Another young wizard was called by Professonagall, and he was sorted into Gryffindor.

  , Ian, filled with anticipation, finally heard his name. Daphill puzzled by Aurora's earlier ent, looked on with uainty.

  This surname... it 't be!

  "Ian Prince!"

  As soon as Professonagall's voice rang out, Ian rushed to the S Hat, pg it on his head without hesitation. His eagerness even caused Professonagall to pause for a moment.

  But she didn’t scold him; after all, this wasn’t against the rules.

  "Huh?"

  As soon as he dohe S Hat, Ian heard its surprised voice.

  "Is it difficult?" He asked, taking the initiative.

  "No, no, no! I see you are not g in ce and talent. You possess loyalty and ambition; all four houses would suit you very well, but..."

  The S Hat's voice was soft and light.

  "You have an even rarer quality. Yes, yes, I se— how familiar..."

  The hat seemed to show a hint of nostalgia.

  "Actually, someoly threatened me to sort you into Slytherin. I inally po do so; after all, I don’t want to be thrown into the dung heap of young wizards."

  The S Hat revealed a small secret before making a decision.

  "Who would have thought it would be like this? I must give up my safety. Well, I should fulfill the mission I was given. You belong there; you must belong there!"

  "Little one, in some ways, you are so, so simir to her. She was very lonely when she was alive. Now, I have finally found for the departed her most simir... successor!"

  The S Hat's voice suddenly took on a more somber tone.

  The moment, it shouted, "Ravencw!"

  A loud cheer erupted from the Ravencw table, weling him with open arms.

  At the same time, a loud bang echoed from the teacher's table.

  The angry bat smmed his hand oable and stood up.

  "Someone fainted!"

  At the Slytherin table, a little sh a rough fate saw this aed quickly, fainting and falling backward.

  (End of chapter)