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"Then you'll need a house that values the climb as much as the view," the Hat bellowed for the whole room to hear.

"The Sorting is a ceremony," she began, but Leo’s eyes were already wandering. He noticed a suit of armor slightly shifting its weight and a ghost—silvery and translucent—drifting through a wall as if it were mist. "Then you'll need a house that values the

When it was finally his turn, the Great Hall fell silent. The Sorting Hat was dropped onto his head, sliding down past his eyes. When it was finally his turn, the Great Hall fell silent

As the heavy oak doors swung open, the scent hit him: old parchment, beeswax, and a hint of something like ozone after a thunderstorm. Professor McGonagall stood there, her expression as sharp as her spectacles. Professor McGonagall stood there, her expression as sharp

"Ah," a small, gravelly voice whispered in his ear. "Plenty of curiosity, but you don't seek glory. You want to know how the gears of the world turn, don't you?"

The blue and bronze table erupted in cheers. As Leo sat down, the ceiling above shifted—a perfect, magical map of the midnight sky. He realized then that he wasn't just at school; he was inside the greatest secret ever kept. He picked up a golden goblet, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and watched as his fork began to dance on its own. The search for Hogwarts was over. He was finally home.

Leo gripped the edges of the stool. "I just want to see everything," he thought.