Ch100- Surprise Delivery

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In his office, Dumbledore sat behind his desk, steepling his fingers as he pondered the interaction. Harry's responses were carefully measured, indicative of a keen mind, but Dumbledore sensed an undercurrent of something more. He was looking for indications of whether Harry harbored ambitions similar to Tom Riddle's or if he was simply a more astute Slytherin with a good head on his shoulders.

Dumbledore thought back to Harry's remarks about unity and understanding. They were wise words, but Dumbledore couldn't help but wonder if there was a strategic intent behind them. Harry's emphasis on diversity and learning from others was admirable, yet Dumbledore sensed a calculated approach in how Harry positioned himself among his peers.

"Harry is building connections, just like Tom did," Dumbledore whispered to himself. "But is it for a sense of belonging, or is there a deeper play at work?" The Headmaster was aware of the influence a charismatic student could wield, and he pondered Harry's potential motivations. “He did risk his life to save Ms. Bones. And have good relation with Ms. Granger.”

Dumbledore mentioned Harry's Muggle upbringing on purpose and his response about gaining a broader perspective. It was an insightful comment, but Dumbledore wondered if it also hinted at a desire to bridge the two worlds for reasons beyond mere integration. Could Harry be seeking to leverage his unique position for greater influence? He wanted to know what changed. “How did Harry learn so much about his family? It is strange, isn’t it?”

The Headmaster also considered Harry's reaction to the Defense Against the Dark Arts subject. Unlike other students who often expressed frustration at the subject's instability, Harry had shown a measured interest. Dumbledore found this intriguing, as it suggested Harry might be looking for opportunities in the subject's perennial upheaval. “He knows something, but why keep it from the Headmaster?”Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

Then there was the mention of Snape. Dumbledore had noted the neutral, almost respectful tone Harry adopted. It was unusual for a student, especially in their first year, to speak so diplomatically about the demanding Potions Master. Dumbledore saw this as a sign of Harry's ability to maintain good relations even in challenging circumstances. “Doesn’t that sound odd to you?”

Towards the end of their conversation, when discussing friendships and building bridges, Dumbledore had been looking for signs of Harry's influence among his peers. Harry's responses were inclusive, yet Dumbledore sensed an underlying strategic approach in how Harry viewed his interactions. “Cunning, like a snake.”

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his eyes gazing out the window at the sprawling Hogwarts grounds. "Harry is not Tom, that much is clear. But he is something different, something new. But his heart is in a good place." Dumbledore's voice was tinged with both caution and curiosity. "A Slytherin with a penchant for unity and a diplomatic approach to relationships – that is rare. Is he trustable?"

The Headmaster knew he would have to observe Harry closely, not out of suspicion, but to understand this unique student better. Harry Potter was an enigma, a puzzle that Dumbledore found increasingly fascinating. “Or maybe suspicion.”

Turning to the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore asked with a mix of curiosity and concern, "Why did you sort him into Slytherin?" The hat's features animated as if smirking, and it began to sing in a carefree tone, echoing through the Headmaster's office:

"In a realm where shadows merge,

Where silent streams of fate converge,

There lies a path unseen, untrod,

Guided by the hand of a lightning rod.

Hear the whispers through the veil,

Softly singing an ancient tale,

Of a world not torn but twined,

Dumbledore listened intently, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding as the song faded away. "A path unseen, a blend of worlds... Harry's sorting is more than just a matter of house traits. It's a convergence of fate and choices, a unique journey," he mused aloud. “What does this hat blabber about again? Didn’t I tell you to throw it ages ago?”

Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Harry's recovery was progressing under Madam Pomfrey's watchful eye.

When Madam Pomfrey finally gave the all-clear, Harry expressed his gratitude and left the infirmary, feeling significantly more refreshed and alert. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a serene glow over the Hogwarts grounds as he made his way back to the Slytherin common room.

To his surprise, the common room was deserted, the usual bustle of students notably absent in these early hours. Harry appreciated the quiet, a stark contrast to the noise and activity that filled the space during the day. He made his way to his room, contemplating the events of the past few days and the conversation with Dumbledore.

Once in his room, Harry decided to take a break from the intensity of recent days. He reached into his inventory, selecting "Two Years' Vacation" by Jules Verne, a novel that promised adventure and a temporary escape from the complexities of the wizarding world. Settling into a comfortable chair, he opened the book and began to read.

Nigel's voice took on a teasing tone. "Ah, indulging in a bit of light reading, are we? I suppose even the great Harry Potter needs a break from saving damsels and outwitting headmasters."

Harry, with a smirk, replied mentally, "Even I need a break, Nigel. Besides, there's something about Verne's writing that's captivating. It's an escape to a world of adventure and exploration."

As Harry delved into the story, he found himself drawn into the world Verne had created. The tale of a group of schoolboys stranded on a deserted island was both thrilling and thought-provoking. The characters' ingenuity and resourcefulness in the face of adversity resonated with Harry, reminding him of his own challenges and the need to think creatively.

When it was time for breakfast, Harry carefully placed a marker in his book and got up. The quiet of his room was replaced by the subdued murmur of the early morning as he walked toward the Great Hall. Students eyed him curiously, but none he was close to were there yet, so he focused on his meal, silently spooning porridge into his mouth.

The Hall was buzzing with the usual morning chatter when an owl swooped in, dropping a package right beside Harry's plate. The long, slender shape unmistakably resembled a broomstick, instantly drawing the attention of everyone nearby. The whispers grew louder, and Harry could feel dozens of eyes on him. "Well, this will be a headache," he thought, dreading the inevitable influx of questions and rumors.

Nigel's voice chimed in his head, "Ah, nothing quite like a dramatic delivery to stir the pot. Shall I prepare a speech or will you wing it?"

Rolling his eyes at the inevitable commotion the delivery had caused, Harry quickly finished his breakfast. The whispers and speculative glances from his peers were a constant buzz in the background, but he paid them no mind. He was far more excited about the prospect of examining his custom-made broomstick. Standing up, he made his way out of the Great Hall, the murmurs of the students trailing after him like an echo.

"I must say, Master Harry, you have a flair for the dramatic without even trying," Nigel commented wryly in Harry's mind as he walked briskly towards his room.

Harry chuckled internally. "It's not the drama I'm interested in, Nigel. It's the broomstick. I'm curious to see how it turned out."

Reaching his room, Harry eagerly unwrapped the package. As the layers of paper fell away, revealing the sleek contours of the Nimbus 2000, his eyes widened in appreciation. The broomstick was a thing of beauty - its handle was polished to a high shine, and the bristles were perfectly aligned. The most striking feature, however, was the custom design – the handle was emblazoned with the Slytherin colors of green and silver, giving it an elegant yet powerful appearance.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Nigel observed. "The green and silver do add a certain... shall we say, 'Slytherin charm' to it."

Harry sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile. "Really, Nigel? A pun on 'charm'? Your humor might be aging as gracefully as a fine wine, but sometimes it's more like a cheese." He turned his attention back to the broomstick, admiring its craftsmanship. 'That should keep Nigel quiet for a while,' he thought with a snicker, turning his attention to the broomstick. He couldn't help but marvel at its craftsmanship. The Nimbus 2000, already a symbol of speed and precision, had been transformed into a bespoke masterpiece, a reflection of Harry's unique status at Hogwarts.

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