Chapter 5

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-POV: Minerva-

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I guided the first year into the great hall, leading them to the talking hat. I felt the gaze of every student at me, boys or girls admiring my figure. Though I ignored all those stares in favour of a very naughty boy staring at my arse as I moved.

The intensity behind his gaze made my itch grow once more, the lust I suppressed a moment ago returning in full force making my nether region wet.

I had to use wandless magic to prevent it from dropping. Putting on my usual expression I turned around catching Edward's retreating eyes.

I shot him a stern expression before moving on to place the hat on the table as it started singing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Once the hat stopped singing, I announced silencing the loud applause. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," With that I proceeded with the first name. "Abbott, Hannah!"

-POV: Edward-

"Abbott, Hannah!" Minerva said as a pink-faced pretty girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line. The girl like Hermione didn't look Eleven but more like thirteen or fourteen. A clear difference from boys who looked normal Eleven years old.

Clearly, this world runs on a hentai logic and as if to prove that point. A redhead almost unreasonably curvy silently cheered the nervous girl sitting on the stool. Her large breasts were tight against her dress that she wore under her open robe and I could see her robe curved around her thighs despite being rather loose, telling me how big of ass she packed. She was a natural ginger, in fact, her face resembles a comedic YouTuber I saw in my past life. Just younger and far more beautiful. Her name was Chloe Maddren if I remember correctly.

"Ambrosius, Edward!" Minerva's stern voice broke my admiration. Slowly walking towards her, I smiled at the stoic face lady, a face that was making my dick hard.

Something no one can blame me for, the stoic and unbothered look on Angelina Julie's face too hot. Anyone would be turned on by that look.

Looking at that face just makes me want to remove that expression by fucking her silly."

"Sit!" Minerva said authoritatively, something that did help with my mood.

I nodded and sat down as the voice of the hat immediately sounded in my head.

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