The golden lamps illuminated the old wizard's castle in Edinburgh. Shadows filtered towards the ancient iron windows; the four house ghosts flew in the Hall, where the Sorting Hat told who was going into which place: Gryffindor; Ravenclaw; Hufflepuff; and Slytherin.
Once the ceremony ended, more students were going to spend seven years at Hogwarts, before leaving for jobs at the Department of Mysteries, (a cold, secretive place where shadows dwelled in the gloom; where secrets were whispered); and the Ministry of Magic, (which was led by Cornelius Fudge), before his resignation because of the escape of Sirius Black, Harry Potter's Godfather, from Azkaban Wizard Prison, that was off the London coast line. In short, because of the controversies, others decided to let another witch to take care of things: Delores Umbridge, an old fashioned woman who was very harsh on anyone who got in her way. She had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and petite. Her face was lined from age; her eyes focused on those who wouldn't tolerate disobedience in the Department of Mysteries. She smiled at the students; she spoke.
'It seems all of you are aware that Lord Voldemort is dead. He is. We, at the Department, won't let rumors of his death ruin this year at Hogwarts. Because of this, I shall deal with all wizards, and witches; all problems will be told to me...and me only...Do we understand?', she asked.
'What about Professor Albus Dumbledore', Harry Potter answered.
'Dumbledore is not here, Potter. Besides, this year is different. You shall not come to him if something goes wrong; you'll come to me...only'.
'But-'.
'Do we understand!'.
'Yes'.
'Good. now let's start classes'.
And Harry Potter sighed, and knew that something terrible was going to happen; something beyond the magical World.
He shook his head, and wished he was back home.
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