At night, the bright moon shone brightly, and even from his fifth-floor window, Howl could vaguely hear the Little Wizards' exclamations from the Black Lake below.
At this moment, he was in his office.
From a spatial perspective, the office hadn't changed much, nor did it have many decorative items.
The desk and chair had been replaced by a coffee table and a single red leather armchair.
It was new and very soft to sit on, but without the familiar indentation, Howl still felt a bit unaccustomed.
In front of the armchair, there was also a square footstool.
Besides that, there was a side door leading directly to the library, a gramophone, and a cabinet for records.
When the House-elves heard Howl's request and saw that the office was too empty, they asked if he wanted some basic decorations.
Seeing their expectant eyes, Howl couldn't bear to refuse and agreed.
Of course, he refused paintings and photographs.
Theoretically, all paintings or photographs in the entire Castle could carry a certain surveillance function, possibly serving Dumbledore.
Thinking this, Howl couldn't help but look at a piano, his expression helpless.
Stepping out of the door, Sindel, directly opposite him, greeted him warmly: "Good evening, Mr. Cat, why are you sighing?"
"My name is Howl Jenkins." Howl waved to her: "Sighing... it's just because I didn't know the House-elves would put a piano in my office."
"Is it too crowded?" she asked.
Howl shook his head: "Not really, it's just... it feels useless."
Sindel said: "They probably got the inspiration from a painting.
But even if it's just for decoration, they've been stored in the storeroom for years, never seeing the light of day.
If the piano were like our paintings, I think it would be happy to be placed in your office."
Hearing this, Howl couldn't help but laugh: "I think you're right.
Alright, I'm going down to the start-of-term feast.
Let's chat when we have time."
"Okay, Jones... Mr. Cat!" Sindel waved: "You don't mind, do you?"
"I don't mind." Howl waved his hand at her back and walked downstairs.
In the ground floor lobby, it was bustling with noise.
Thousands of candles floated automatically, illuminating the entire spacious hall, and the four tables were set with gleaming golden plates and goblets.
At the head of the hall was another long table, which was the head table.
Howl's appearance was not as unremarkable as he had imagined.
On the contrary, his unique appearance attracted a lot of whispers from the students.
However, apart from a few children, most of the discussions were not malicious.
At the head table, the various Professors were seated in order, and Dumbledore was already in the middle, in the Principal's seat.
Among the Hogwarts staff, except for Filch and one or two Professors who disliked such occasions, most would be at the head table; there wasn't a strict division.
At the same time, this was Howl's first time seeing other Hogwarts Professors besides Professor Sprout.
Of course, the one he met earlier on the spiral staircase didn't count; Howl still didn't know his name.
After constructing the "door" in the Shrieking Shack, he had only met Hagrid, Filch, and Professor Sprout from Herbology Class so far.
"Howl, welcome.
I'm thinking about what kind of introduction to give you later!" Dumbledore shook Howl's hand.
"An alternative pioneer of Animagus!" Howl laughed.
"That's a good suggestion." Dumbledore nodded, then pointed to his left: "Your seat, please sit down quickly.
Professor McGonagall has gone to pick up the Little Wizards, and the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."
Howl nodded, came to his seat, and then looked around.
To his outer right was Rubeus Hagrid's seat; because he was too big, he could only be placed to the side.
And to his inner left was the somewhat greasy middle-aged man in black robes whom Howl had met earlier on the spiral staircase.
Howl saw from his name tag that he was called Severus Snape.
Further on was a man whose head was wrapped like a tumor, looking somewhat dazed: Quirinus Quirrell.
Not long after Howl sat down, Hagrid came in, and the two greeted each other.
Then, a woman in green robes walked quickly out of the large wooden doors of the Great Hall.
As soon as Professor McGonagall appeared, the noise below quieted down considerably.
She came to Dumbledore's side, and the two whispered for a while.
During this time, Professor McGonagall kept looking at Howl.
"Is that Professor McGonagall?" Howl was a bit confused: "Why is she looking at me like that?"
"It's normal, isn't it?" Hagrid laughed heartily: "Look at the children below, half of them are staring at you."
Howl could only force a smile: "Alright."
Soon after, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door again and led a group of children inside.
She told the children not to make noise, placed a four-legged stool, and then put a hat on it.
"It's about to begin.
Where do you hope Harry will be sorted?"
"I don't know; it depends on the child's own choice.
No matter where he's sorted, what he learns will be the same, and that's enough." Howl said indifferently.
Then he added: "But that hat is really quite dirty... Oh, it can sing!
It didn't show this trick when it was in the Principal's office before."
The hat opened a corner of its mouth and began to sing loudly: "You may think I'm not pretty, but never judge a book by its cover... Slytherin... maybe Hufflepuff... because I'm a thinking magical hat!!"
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat, sit on the stool, and await your Sorting." Professor McGonagall said: "Hannah Abbott!"
A girl with a golden ponytail stumbled forward, put on the hat, and after a short while, the hat shouted loudly: "Hufflepuff!"
Seeing this, Howl finally understood the entire Sorting process.
Before long, Howl heard a familiar name.
"Hermione Granger!"
Hermione walked up quickly, put on the hat, and nervously clutched the corner of her robe.
Fortunately, the Sorting Hat didn't hesitate for too long, but shouted loudly: "Gryffindor!"
After a long while, it was Harry's turn.
When his name was called, the entire hall erupted in shouts, and various conversations buzzed.
Howl even felt that the Professor next to him straightened up and leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to see Harry clearly.
This made Harry nervous.
He looked up at Howl, then walked forward, sat on the stool, and put on the hat.
"Hmm," he heard a faint voice in his ear: "Difficult.
Very difficult.
Clearly courageous, talented, and eager to learn.
You also have a great desire for power... no, it's protection, a desire to protect.
And... oh, my goodness, good—you are very eager to prove yourself!!
So, very interesting... where should I put you?"
"Slytherin!!"
Some sparse applause erupted at the Slytherin long table.
Harry didn't mind, walked over, and found an empty seat to sit down.
He was just a little regretful that he wasn't in the same house as Hermione.
At the head table, Howl keenly noticed that the Professor next to him froze for a long time right after Harry was sorted into Slytherin.
Hagrid also showed a look of regret: "Oh dear, I thought it would be Gryffindor, what a pity, Hermione is there too."
Howl waved his hand: "Indeed, who would have thought that these two good friends who met before school started, one would go to Gryffindor and the other to Slytherin."
Crack—
Howl turned to look at the glass that had shattered in Snape's hand, and asked in confusion: "Professor Snape, are you alright?"
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Oh!
It's nothing, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...?!?
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