HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 5: Ravenclaw! ] (Patreon)

I was brought out of my musings when McGonagall came back and shooed away the ghosts.

We formed a single line and were led into the Great Hall.

I pretend gasped as I looked around the room like a curious toddler. I was close enough to hear Hermione spout facts about the room, making me remember to take a gander at Hogwarts: A History later when I have the time.

"I wonder if they buy the candles by bulk, or simply transfigure random items into them. I'm surprised that they aren't dripping over people's head."

We were led to the front of the room, next to the Sorting Hat.

Hannah Abbot was the first to be sorted, and just like in the books she became a Hufflepuff.

"Bell, Charles!" McGonagall announced my name.

I walked to the front of the room, took the hat and placed it on my head covering my eyes from the rest of the school.

"You boy have a well-guarded mind," a voice whispered in my ear, "I am unable to peer into anything more than surface thoughts."

'Interesting.'

"Very interesting, I assure you," the hat remarked, "I don't suppose you can turn it off, so that I might sort you?"

'I have no control over it. I wish to go to Ravenclaw,' I told it.

"Ravenclaw eh? Unfortunately, it doesn't work like that. I need to see your memories to sort you into the House that suits you best."

'As I said, I will take Ravenclaw. It might not be the house best suited to me, but it is the one I have chosen.'

"Stubborn, aren't you?"

'I don't see why you are taking so long.'

"Very well then boy, then I wish you luck in… RAVENCLAW!"

I could hear them clapping so I took of the hat and went to the table second on the left where those wearing black robes with blue on them clapped the loudest. My uniform also transformed to match their, with my tie turning into a blue and silver stripped one.

Strange, I distinctly remember the color scheme for Ravenclaw being blue and bronze in the books. Blue and silver was supposed to be in the movies.

Ignoring this inconsistency, I was greeted with hardy handshakes and clasp on the backs by older housemates. I made sure to give off the right combination of nervousness and excitement as I took my spot in the middle of the table.

The sorting was quick and soon I was joined by seven others, 4 girls and 3 boys.

I greeted them all in a warm manner, as I introduced myself.

The girls were Mandy Brocklehurst, Sue Li, Padma Patil, and Lisa Turpin. On the boys' side were Terry Boot, Michael Corner, and Anthony Goldstein. With me, there were 8 Ravenclaws this year.

Dumbledore stood up to give his customary speech and after he was done, food began to appear on the golden plates.

I took a bit of everything so as not to seem rude despite not feeling hungry, which was strange since I had not eaten anything all day.

There wasn't much to say about the food other than I have had better. Back in my old life, I had gone to a private boarding school, where the meals were prepared by top chefs knowing the latest culinary skills.

Compared to dishes that had been made the exact same way since the 11th century, and I couldn't help but find the food in front of me lacking.

Of course, I didn't show it on my face, nor did I really care about it, food was just something I need to survive… probably?

After the meal was done, the Headmaster stood up once more and warned us to stay clear of the third floor. I briefly wondered, if I was to kill Fluffy, how much EXP would that earn me, but quickly dismissed the thought seeing as I would never get away with it.

The Ravenclaw prefect soon led us to the fifth floor where we traveled up a narrow spiral staircase until we reached a door with only a golden knocker in the shape of an eagle.

After the prefect answered the riddle, we entered a large circular room with blue and silver silk hanging from the ceiling. Arch windows decorated the wall and a blue carpet with stars was placed in the center of the room.

There were many desks, chairs, and bookshelf around the room with a large marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw guarding the entrance to the dormitories.

After unpacking my belongings, I laid on my bed unable to fall asleep. I looked to see the rest of my housemates getting ready for bed as well. We would be sharing a room for the next 7 years so it would be best if we all got along.

Now that I had time to think, I was unsure of what I should do.

I was given a new life, but no purpose.

This had never happened to me before, I had always been committed to my role of perfect son, that I wasn't sure what to do now.

There was nothing that truly interested me. Sure, learning magic would be a fun distraction, but what then? Could I really be content with just that?

Staring up at the canopy, I thought of what would happen in a few years. If everything went like cannon, then Voldemort would rise again, and England would be thrown into war.

If I really wanted to, I could inform those stronger than me on the way to finally beat him. But did I real want that?

Besides, stopping Voldemort was something Harry could do. No point in me stealing the spotlight.

So, if stopping him wasn't my goal, then what was it?

Unable to come up with a suitable answer I was reminded of a distant childhood memory.

I remember sitting on my father's lap, watching the Disney version of Hercules for what had to be the dozenth time that week. I recalled turning to my father, and pointing to the large television screen, announcing how I would grow to be just like Hercules.