8 Too early to judge

[AN: Okay, because of some greedy loan-shark asked for this chapter... so here it is... enjoy... but since this is rush, please consider my grammar.

PS: Giving out my stack chapter really feels like giving out my entire savings! Not that I have that much money...

PS: Is anyone reading my AN?]

A middle-aged professor came towards me. His entire being is clad in black – hair, beard and clothes. He has pale face and dark eyes that scrutinized my very existence.

"He's a muggleborn, how can he be in Slytherin?!" He bellowed.

Yes, tell that to their face professor, no, tell it to this rag hat! I almost blurted.

"Do you have a problem with that professor Fawley?" An old man came to us and asked the professor before me.

This old man is the person next to Dumbledore. He had pale skin, brown eyes and beard. He is the typical depiction of a wizard in a fantasy with his silk blue robe and short staff or cane.

So the old man before me is Professor Fawley.

I still don't know them both and I don't know what will happen.

So, for now, I'll simply listen and do nothing.

Oh crap.

Why is this happening?

I mean, I want to keep a low-profile. But because of this dirty hat, I created a scene. This is frustrating!

The moment the later step forward, the atmosphere drops significantly! Just what the hell is going on?

"Headmaster, this matter is rather scandalous!" Professor Fawley shouted taking everyone's attentions.

So the old man is the headmaster of Hogwarts. Is he succeeded by Dumbledore after his term?

"Scandalous? How? Don't be ridiculous." The professor in-charge of the sorting asked.

The students became silent, their murmuring abruptly stopped.

Professor Fawley explained, "The house of Slytherin is a noble house. It is in our tradition to accept only the children of pureblood families. This tradition had lasted for hundreds of years and this matter here will destroy it! Headmaster, I cannot accept this! It is undesirable to have a muggleborn sorted in this noble house… which… Salazar Slytherin, our noble founder strictly forbade!"

"Well, well professor Fawley. Let us discuss this matter in private. We cannot let the sorting process be delayed." The old professor humbly said.

"Very well… but, I expect this matter will be resolve in consideration of the house tradition."

"I will be fair, that I promise."

They all returned to their respective place, but before that, the dark-clothed professor's disdain look caught my eye while the latter smiled amiably.

Damn, my bias goes to that blue-clothed professor, whatever his name.

I don't know what to do that I remained glued in my position.

"What are you waiting? With you sitting here, how can we proceed with the sorting? Go and join your house. You can't just sit here all night." The professor in-charge of the sorting said in vexation.

"Well, should I? Look at them… I already feel like an outcast." I replied as I pointed to all Slytherin.

Their eyes seemed to be burning with displeasure and desire to eat me whole. But it seems my response had made the professor even madder as her eyes narrowed. So, I hurriedly went to the Slytherin's table.

Don't worry… they are just a bunch of kids. There is no danger here. Well except they have magic. I said inside my mind.

I saw an available seat with a blond boy sitting next. So I made an approached and asked, "Excuse me… Is the seat available?"

"This one is taken." He replied grumpily.

"No it's not."

"I said this one is taken… mudblood!" He said then took his wand out.

Geez take it easy brat.

"Fine. Have it your way." I said and then went on.

I continued asking a couple of brats, I mean kids, in one row.

"Can I sit here?"

"No!"

"Would you mind?"

"Go away!"

I tried all the way further back, but it seems no one care about me.

"Is there anyone who is willing to share their seat?"

"Die mudblood!" Everyone said in unison.

This bunch of bratsss. Tss.

Just as I am about to lose my cool, a kind girl grabbed me by my shoulder.

"Don't mind them, follow me."

"Alright."

She led me towards the vacant seat. It was in the far end of the table, right next to the massive entrance door.

"Are we sitting here?"

"Duh?"

"Is this still part of Slytherin table? You're Slytherin, right?" I asked while eyeing the insignia of Slytherin on her robe.

"What do you think?" She asked sarcastically.

"I don't know. All I see here are a bunch of uncared kids, the perfect subject for bullying."

"You ungrateful brat, are you going to sit or not?"

I sat first and then said, "I will take your offer."

A few moments later, the sorting came into conclusion.

The blue professor (the one next to Dumbledore) went to the podium and gave a speech.

After that, he waved his hand and the food magically appeared in the table – a vast amount of food!

Tempted by the tasty smell and delightful presentation of the food, I grabbed a giant leg of roasted bird in one hand and a muffin on the other.

These kinds of food are more appetizing than the outside world. I mean, we have family dinner at a 5-star restaurant and I swear it cannot be compared to these.

I'll make sure that mom and dad will have a taste of this. This is so good that it's so out of this world!

"So you're a mudblood?" She asked.

"Huh? I guess I am. *Yum yum*…"

"If you're a mudblood, how come you were sorted in Slytherin? It never happened before."

"I don't know… *Yum yum*… you should ask the hat."

"Can you at least eat slowly… and properly?"

"*Yum yum*… I am hungry… and the food here is *Yum yum* really awesome. Hey… pass that thing to me… *Yum yum*."

"I can't hope for anything less from a mudblood. I am curious, is the food in your world somewhat lacking?"

"I don't know. What I know is… this is a lot tastier than what I usually eat."

"Mm… fair enough. Afterall, we are a lot more bless than muggles."

"Anyway, what is your name?"

"Leslie Felma, third year. Call me Les."

"Alfred Stanford. Likewise, you can call me Al."

"Then Al, please eat slowly and…"

"Anyway…" I interjected her words to change the subject, "Who's that person in the middle?" I pointed to the blue wizard, "Is he the headmaster? What's his name?"

"Seriously? You don't know?"

"That's why I am asking *Yum yum*."

"He is professor Armando Dippet, the current headmaster of Hogwarts. Apparently, he is the greatest wizard of all time and renowned in all Europe! It is said that he had slain a couple of elder dragons in Egypt! Dragons, if you don't know, are the prominent magical creature among the other magical creatures. And to defeat one single low level dragon required 10 competent aurors! But, to defeat an elder dragon, you need more than a hundred auror's."

[AN: That's made-up. I want to do justice to this character. He don't have accomplishments except he's over 350 and that he died flying a broom. I really pity this character.]

"Dragons! Ohh~ that must be exciting!" I blurted.

Fantasy dragons, the dream of every fantasy loving men is to meet one! Just how exciting it is to really see a dragon! Ohh~ I already want to see one already.

But wow, that fragile looking man had killed dragons! Dragons, in every fantasy setting are boss creature and he defeated them.

So cool!

I mean, even if this girl is just hyping things (and obviously she is), in all honesty, I am still totally convinced. I don't know why. It's probably because, I like his character.

"He's awesome!"

"Right, his age is beyond 300, a testament of his power!"

"300 years old!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Tsk tsk tsk…" The fat boy interrupted, "Are you kidding me? The most powerful wizard of this century is without a doubt, the most dangerous dark lord of all time, Gellert Grindelwald."

"Shh… don't say it aloud Pod, you know the school forbade it." Said by the skinny boy next to the fat boy.

"Gellert Grindelwald? Who's he?" I asked. [AN: Oh yeah... he is only familiar to HP 1-8 movies... FB isn't release when he died.]

"Gellert Grindelwald is the most dangerous wizard of his time. He and his army terrorizes Europe for over a decade now, bringing countless casualties. They murder anyone… wizards and muggles. He even managed to infiltrate MACUSA and killed his way before he was captured. But, he escaped somehow and upon his escape, he returned to Europe and he almost destroyed Paris!" Leslie explained.

Oh, I remember now. There seems to be this man that everyone feared, before Voldemort claimed the title "The Greatest Dark Lord".

So, it was Grindelwald huh. I forgot... really my brain sucks back then. I only have average IQ.

"You should be prepared." The skinny boy told me, "When Grindelwald assumed power in all Europe… he will kill all muggles and muggleborn alike. Soon, us, true wizard will rule this world as the way it should be."

It is known that Slytherin, regardless of status, were pureblood supremacist. Well of course there are some who thinks otherwise, but, they can be counted in one hand.

Apparently, everyone around me are from the poor family, nonetheless, they share disdain against mudblood like any other pureblood from the prominent families.

"I say, Grindelwald is not dangerous at all." The skinny boy claimed, "They don't give justice to him at all. When he is fighting for our cause. For the good of all!"

"Aye… for the good of all." Pod replied.

"Ehem… you seem to forget I am a muggle." I interrupted, "We just made kinship with one another. Certainly, you won't abandon me, right?"

"Kinship? How presumptuous… I don't even know you. You can die for all i care!" Skinny boy annoyingly said.

"Yeah… What makes you think that way, mudblood? What's more, you are only first year and we are third year!" The fat boy named Pod spat.

"I only brought you here out of pity. If you die one of these days, it's because it is your fate." Leslie said in disdain.

"Ouch… you just hurt my feelings… I thought we were friends."

"You wish."

"But I am sure he will fail though." I stated.

"How dare you mudblood!" The skinny boy bellowed.

"Hey easy… I just thought so, afterall, the headmaster will not allow Grindelwald to do harm on this school, right?"

They seemed to quieted down, it seems the reputation of the headmaster still carry some weight on them.

"Do you think the headmaster can defeat Grindelwald?" The skinny boy spat.

"Well, if he isn't bound by his duty as the guardian of this school, then maybe he would already challenge Grindelwald to a duel, right?"

"I guess so. Afterall, Grindelwald seems to be afraid of someone from Hogwarts, which is why, Grindelwald stayed away from Britain. It should be the headmaster." Leslie admitted.

"See! So Leslie is right all this time. The greatest wizard is the headmaster, Armando Dippet! Right, Les?" I declared.

"I am?" I winked at her, to which she said, "Oh, Oh yes… I told you guys, but you wouldn't believe me. You always say, Grindelwald here... Grindelwald there... Let me ask you, have you heard Grindelwald killing an Elder Dragon?"

We chatted a bit more and because of that I learned the names of other notable professors of this school.

Aside from Armando Dippet, the current Headmaster; and Albus Dumbledore, a Transfiguration teacher, the deputy headmaster and head of Gryffindor house which I already knew.

I am surprised to hear the names of professor Minerva McGonagall, professor Filius Flitwick, professor Rolanda Hooch and professor Pomona Sprout. Even, Argus Filch with a big ugly cat!

[AN: It says McGonagall was born in 1935, but in the latest Fantastic Beast: Crimes of Grindelwald, she's already teaching at Hogwarts which is set in 1926. So I thought I should also place the other 3, since they don't differ much in age and they're already old acquaintances.]

I didn't recognize them at first because, they appear much younger than in movies. Afterall, this is before Voldemort came into power.

However, since the head of Gryffindor house is Dumbledore, McGonagall serves as the assistant head.

Then there's professor Catelyn Allison. She conducted the sorting ceremony and our potion teacher. She is old and is noted as the strictest teacher where professor McGonagall comes only in second. She is already old, only younger than the headmaster by half a century.

Next to her is Horrace Slugghorn that teaches potion for higher class and the head of Slytherin House.

I also just realized who he is. He taught Harry Potter potions. He is much younger than in movies, probably as young as Dumbledore. And he will be teaching us the advance potions in the future.

Then there's Guillermus Fawley, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher (D.A.D.A). He's the one who questioned my placement to Slytherin. Although, Slugghorn is the head of Slytherin House, he acted otherwise. He is a pureblood who came from a prominent wizarding family – the sacred twenty-eight. Leslie said, he vies for the head position for years now, but so far, the headmaster is adamant to give up Slugghorn's position to him.

There's also professor Cuthbert Binns, Herbert Beery, Anton Otter, etc.

So far, I didn't ask her about the rest of teachers. Since, there's about 70 of them and asking for each and every one of them is too much. So I have her enjoy her food.

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[AN: Oh no, just as our MC got into Hogwarts, he already made an enemy with a teacher? And Grindelwald, who is Grindelwald and how powerful is he? Isn't the dragons awesome? But what will happen now that somebody is openly antagonizing our MC? Find out what will happen next in the next release.

PS: You can't make me stop making this dragon ball reference. I totally enjoyed this part. This is my happiness, my everything, my fulfillment. And it makes me feel like I hold everyone in the palm of my hand as I laugh just like Freeza's!

This is your evil author, see you next time.]