Chapter 5 : Atrocious song

- Well, well, well, what have we here? The young Potter himself, an exact replica of his brother, only not as good...

"Stupid hat" grunted Adam.

- Hmmm I see here a great desire to prove yourself, a great desire to show the world that you exist, hmmm where should I put you?

- Gryffindor, please!

- Hmmm very well then... GRYFF....

Just as he was about to announce Adam's house, the Sorting Hat suddenly interrupted.

- WHAT??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY SONG IS HORRIBLE? HOW CAN YOU COMPARE ME TO AN OLD TURD FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET???

- My apologies honorable Sorting Hat, my apologies, my apologies !!!! tried to make amends immediately Adam.

- WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A TRIP TO SLYTHERIN?

"How could I forget that he could read minds... It's high time I learned to protect my mind" grumbled Adam as he stood up and made his way to the Slytherin table to their cheers.

Professor McGonagall watched him cross the Great Hall with a disappointed expression.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron, for his part, was now looking at him with half-disgusted, half-shocked eyes, as if he couldn't believe he'd actually befriended a future Slytherin.

Adam sat down next to a boy his own age who immediately introduced himself to him.

- Hi, Theodore Nott, heir to one of Britain's 28 pureblood families," he boasted, puffing out his chest.

Adam looked at him for a few seconds before deciding to ignore him.

- EH, he began to complain clearly displeased at being ignored, but the repartee had continued and Harry Potter eclipsed everyone's attention on him.

"Now's when we go our separate ways, brother," Adam smiled as the Gryffindor table rose to cheer his younger brother.

Harry looked at him with a pained expression and left to take his place at the Gryffindor table.

The ceremony continued, but Adam paid it no mind; he was at Hogwarts to increase his knowledge and power, not to socialize.

Then Albus Dumbledore stood up, face beaming, arms wide open, he proclaimed: 

- Welcome, he said. Welcome, everyone, to a new year at Hogwarts. Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words. Here they are: "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"! Thank you very much !

And he sat back as everyone applauded with shouts of joy. He clapped his hands twice and a row of various dishes appeared on each of the tables.

Adam's eyes sparkled as he went straight for a chicken leg, the first real meal he'd had in a long time.

- Hey friend ! How does it feel to be Harry Potter's brother? said Theodort.

"Since when am I his friend ?????"

Adam looked at him with a strange expression, but seeing the look of expectation in Theodort's eyes, he sighed.

- It's hectic, especially when he killed a dragon five years ago....

- WHAT ???? he exclaimed. He really did it ????

Adam gave him another strange look.

"This guy really believes it???"

And looking at Theodort's shocked face, it would seem so....

- Who believes his nonsense?? Interjected Malfoy, who was standing nearby, sneering. My father told me it was all made-up stories and that Potter's exploits were down to luck.

- Speaking of luck, did your mother cry when she saw your face at birth? Adam replied.

The Slytherins fell silent, Malfoy's face turned red with anger and he pulled out his wand.

- You'll regret those words, Potter.

- Attack me in front of the teachers, please. 

Malfoy turned his head and saw Snape staring at him with a look that spoke volumes about what awaited Malfoy if he continued his act.

- My father will hear about this!" he said as he left for the other end of the table.

Adam shook his head, Malfoy was Malfoy...

When the desserts had disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again and the room fell silent.

- Now that we've satisfied our appetites and quenched our thirsts, I'd like to say a few more words about the school rules. First-years should know that all students, without exception, are forbidden to enter the forbidden forest surrounding the school. Some of our former students would do well to remember this.

Adam turned his head to see that Dumbledore's gaze was on the smiling twins.

- Mr Rusard, the janitor, also asked me to remind you that it's forbidden to perform magic tricks in the corridors between classes. The selection of Quidditch players will take place during the second week. Those wishing to join the team should go and see Madame Bibine. Finally, I'd like to add that this year, access to the third-floor corridor is strictly forbidden, unless of course you want to die in excruciating agony.

Adam rolled his eyes at this statement. The children's trials he had prepared in his little plan with the philosopher's stone wouldn't scare anyone if they knew about them.

- And now, before we go to bed, let's all sing the school hymn.

Adam's face paled; he hated songs, but then songs sung out of tune made him murderous.

A din of fake melodies echoed through the great hall.

"My first spell to learn in the library will be the silence spell." Adam promised himself.

- Ah, the music," he said, wiping his eyes.

There was no more hateful look than Adam's gaze on Dumbledore following that preposterous statement.

- And now go to bed! Everybody out. 

A girl named Gemma Farley led the first years to the dungeon, where their common room resided.

- All pure, she said.

A passage then suddenly opened up and she infiltrated.

- Remember the password or I'll make you remember it," she promised menacingly.

The first years shuddered.

- She's completely mad..." murmured Théodort to Théo.

- We've won the House Cup for seven years running, so THERE'S NO WAY WE'RE LOSING IT BECAUSE OF YOU, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ?

The little Slytherins nodded.

- I DIDN'T HEAR THAT! UNDERSTAND???

- YES! they all said at the same time. 

- Right, the boys' dormitory is on the right and the girls' on the left. Your timetable will be given to you tomorrow and classes will start on Monday. With that, good night.

Adam headed for the boys' dormitory and found his belongings in room seven.

- COOL buddy, we're together! exclaimed Theodort.

- OH... sighed Adam

The two boys had a third roommate, none other than Blaise Zabini.

"At least I won't be bored," thought Adam as he changed for sleep.