Hogwarts in the shadows

"Hmm...it's difficult. Very difficult." The Sorting Hat said after thinking for a while.

"What's the problem?"

"I can't see your memories at all. It's not that I can't see them, but what I see are useless and confusing memories."

"You... can read my memories." Hephis was so scared that he wanted to take the Sorting Hat off his head.

"It doesn't count as a memory. I can't pry into your memory, little wizard."

"Uh..." Hephis breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still full of doubts.

"The four founders created me with certain settings. I can only peek into some memory fragments that match your personality and behavior. But your memory fragments are not only complicated but also chaotic. I can't judge your personality at all."

Hephis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay! That means you can't sort me, right?"

"Not at all."

"Ha! All the riddlers are dead." Hephis was a little angry.

"Little wizard, although I can't see your memory clearly, I can still know what you are thinking now."

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Sorting Hat, how do you think I should be sorted?"

"After all, your family also went to Hogwarts. I can help you sort according to your family and your closest relatives."

"Okay, okay, where do I go?"

The Sorting Hat simply screamed: "Azkaban."

"WTF?" Hephis stared at the Sorting Hat in amazement.

Dumbledore's face also darkened and his beard trembled.

"Haha, just a joke." The Sorting Hat grinned and screamed again: "Slytherin."

"I..." Hephis was about to say something sweet, using a phrase that was heavily laden with mother's words, to criticize the Sorting Hat.

But he glanced at Dumbledore and swallowed his words.

Dumbledore quickly took the Sorting Hat off Hephes' head.

"Then there are some small matters. Since you need to recuperate in the hospital wing for the time being, a house-elf will deliver your luggage to you later. Since you are sorted into Slytherin, Professor Snape is your head of house. You have already met last night, and Professor Snape will make arrangements for you regarding your studies."

"Well, thank you! Professor Dumbledore."

"Get some rest, Hephis."

After Dumbledore left, a house elf appeared in front of Hephis shortly after, holding its suitcase.

"By order of the Headmaster, Mr. Dame has been brought his luggage," the house-elf's voice was a little sharp.

"Thank you, just put it aside."

"Mr. Dam, say thank you to An An." The house-elf was very happy.

"Uh......"

"Ann is very happy to serve you."

An An bowed deeply, his nose almost touching the ground, and then disappeared.

Is this a house elf? That's interesting.

In the next few days, An An was responsible for delivering meals to him.

At noon, Hermione hurried to visit Hephis.

When she saw that Hephis looked much better than yesterday, her worries were slightly relieved.

She criticized Hefes harshly, saying that Hefes had clearly told her on the phone that everything was fine, so how did it turn out like this?

No wonder I didn’t dare to meet her. As I spoke, tears couldn’t stop falling.

Seeing this, Hephis quickly found various excuses to comfort Hermione.

It took Hermione a long time to regain her composure.

"I really didn't expect that you were also studying at Hogwarts." Hermione explained. She didn't want to have any misunderstanding with Heffernan because of this matter.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you several times on the phone, but when Professor McGonagall came to my house, she told me that this would violate the Statute of Confidentiality and that your memory would be erased, so I didn't dare tell you."

"Me too, but I'm afraid that after you know I'm a wizard, you won't dare to be friends with me." Hephaestus lied without hesitation.

"How is that possible? No matter what you become, we will always be friends." Hermione retorted immediately.

"By the way, Hermione, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

"I'll stay a little longer and eat soon."

"Hey, let me show you a magic trick."

"Magic? You can conjure up food, but Gamp's Law of Transfiguration."

"No, just watch." After saying that, he called softly, "An An!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of the two of them with a "puff". It was An An.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Hello Mr. Hephis, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Aang, this is Hermione. Hermione this is Aang, the house-elf at Hogwarts." Hephis introduced.

"Hello, Ms. Hermione." An An bowed and greeted.

"Hello, An An! You don't have to be so polite." Hermione stepped back.

"An An, neither of us has eaten yet, can you bring us two servings?"

"Okay, Mr. Hephis." An An disappeared with a 'puff' sound.

"Hephis, who is he?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

"You can think of An An as a waiter."

"Oh, it's cute, but a little too polite."

Hephis looked at Hermione with an incredible look and thought: What kind of aesthetic is this?

At this moment, with a "puff", An An came back with two big plates in her hands, which were full of delicious food.

"Thank you, An An."

"Mr. Hefes said thank you to An An again." An An was very happy.

Hermione also thanked her, and An An was even happier, praising Hermione as a kind little wizard.

After Hefeis asked An An to leave, the two of them ate and talked.

"How can I possibly finish so much!" Hermione looked at the food in front of her. She really couldn't eat any more and felt a little worried.

"It's okay, it's me."

As Hermione stared in amazement, Hephis cleared all the food from both of their plates.

During Hermione's narration, Hephis learned about the subsequent circumstances after the coma.

After discovering Hephis was unconscious, Ron was smart for once and found his brother Percy.

Percy then sent Hephes to the medical wing.

It seems that he has one more person to thank.

Hermione also knew that Hephis was also a freshman this year, but was sorted into Slytherin, which she felt very sorry about.

It was almost time for class when Hermione reluctantly left, promising to send her study notes to Hermione every day.

Well, that's Hermione.

Harry and Ron also came to visit Heface in the evening.

Hefeth thanked them.

He also asked Ron to help pass on the message that after he was discharged from the hospital, he would thank Percy in person for his help.

Afterwards, the three of them talked about the Sorting Ceremony.

When Harry and Ron learned that Humphreys was sorted into Slytherin.

Harry simply expressed regret that he was not able to be grouped with them.

Ron's behavior was a bit awkward, and he hardly said anything after that.

Afterwards, Concas MacMillan, the fifth-year Slytherin prefect, walked into the hospital wing with a first-year student named Northend Hall.

Northrend was responsible for bringing Hephaestus's class notes every day.

How should I put it? Although it was a favor, the arrogant tone was really annoying.

Hermione hurried over very late, explaining breathlessly that she was late because she was organizing notes for Hephis.

Hephis took a quick look and saw not only class notes but also preview key points. No wonder she came so late.

Then it began, Hermione's little classroom mode.

As the night deepened, Professor McGonagall arrived, reminding Hermione that curfew was approaching and urging her to return to the common room.

After Hermione left, Professor McGonagall turned to Humphreys, her eyes full of reproach.

Professor McGonagall expressed her concern for Heffies and hoped that he would recover soon.

Professor McGonagall also expressed regret that Hefferthys was not able to enter Gryffindor House.

This care made Hefeis feel warm.

It was Professor Snape, who never came again.