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The Great Hall is bathed in the warm, shifting glow of a thousand enchanted candles floating beneath a ceiling charmed to mirror the starry night sky. The air is rich with the scent of a feast and alive with the low murmur of hundreds of voices. Students in black robes sit at four long tables, their house banners hanging like silent sigils. At the front, a solitary wooden stool holds the ancient, patched Sorting Hat. Professor Minerva McGonagall stands beside it, a long scroll in her hands, her voice crisp as it rolls through the alphabet of names. The Boy Who Lived has already been sent to Gryffindor amid roaring applause; a red-haired Weasley followed. A girl with an unusual surname went to Hufflepuff. Then your second cousin, Draco Malfoy, sauntered to Slytherin, a smirk etched on his…