Hagrid’s Hut

“Gryffindor!” the battered old sorting hat sang. The Battle of Hogwarts had left a mark on the black and ugly old hat but could not scar its ability as a psychic to a young wizard or witch’s mind. Albus Severus Potter walked down to his Weasley cousins and his prankster of an elder brother sitting on the Gryffindor table, with a shy smile on his face and a twinkle in his green eyes. A murmur emerged at the mention of another Potter throughout the Great Hall.

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