Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 60 The Fallen Prodigy?
The Slytherins reached an unprecedented consensus on Damon White's re-sorting.

Eight of the twelve directors were alarmed, as they received letters from friends from all sides, hoping that Master White's re-division could be reconsidered.

In the eyes of adults, this behavior of children is undoubtedly a "joke".

However, even if it is a joke, it can still serve as a joke if it is thrown out in the right situation.

Many people who had not been in touch for a long time reconnected because of the junior's request, and they also had some thoughts about this emerging, young master of transfiguration.

But because of the mountain of Dumbledore standing in front of them, they could not cross it at will - the easy-going old man had already told the entire British wizarding community that he would not allow anyone to disturb Damon White's life.

Whether on campus or off campus.

And, any behavior that crosses the line will never be forgiven!
Coming from Dumbledore's mouth, these words carried great weight - in fact, ever since the old man refused the position of Minister of Magic, he had not appeared in public for a long time.

Everyone understood that Dumbledore was serious this time.

As for the young master who had achieved extraordinary success in Transfiguration in his first year, these people were also a little hesitant - they could not make friends with Damon for a short period of time, but they definitely did not want to offend him.

Now, the younger generation's request might be a good opportunity to help them understand the master's character from a different perspective.

Thus, a matter that seemed like a joke in the eyes of adults was gradually brought to Dumbledore under the push of the big hand behind the scenes.

Joining them were core members of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot.

Sorting is sacred, and re-sorting is unprecedented. Dumbledore was naturally unwilling to accept it, but at the same time, he was also very curious about Damon's thoughts.

If - if Damon wanted to be sorted into Slytherin, then
Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking.

With mixed feelings, he invited Damon to his office on a sunny afternoon.

"Oh! Isn't this the youngest Transfiguration Master in history who is about to enter our Slytherin house!"

Damon had just walked into the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore hadn't spoken yet when the portrait of the former headmaster, Phineas Black, started cheering.

"Oh - please don't come near me, I'm a Muggle-born."

Damon waved his hand to indicate that he was not familiar with him.

Principal Black called out again:

"How is this possible? A Muggle family could never produce a genius as smart as you, kid. Your parents must be purebloods among purebloods!"

Damon smirked and ignored him.

These old pure-bloods are all like sick in the head. They ignore personal efforts and attribute all excellence to their bloodline. Isn't this funny?

Dumbledore noticed Damon's attitude and asked with a smile:

"Is it still black tea?"

"Of course, thank you."

"What do you want for dessert?"

"Lemon cheese."

The old and the young communicated with each other familiarly, as if there was no grudge between them and they were very close.

"Principal, what do you want to talk to me about?" Damon asked first after taking a sip of black tea.

He is very busy and doesn't have much time to waste here.

"You look busy? I'm sorry, but I think I can't make a decision on this matter alone. I should ask your opinion."

Dumbledore put down his teacup and said calmly:

“I heard an interesting statement recently.

You were supposed to be in Slytherin House, but because of an accident, you thought Slytherin would not welcome you, so you refused the Sorting Hat's assignment and insisted on going to Gryffindor?"

As he finished speaking, the Sorting Hat on the shelf suddenly opened its mouth and shouted:

"This is ridiculous! My assignment was absolutely correct! Even though this kid is a natural Slytherin, it doesn't mean he's not suitable for Gryffindor! No, he's definitely more suited there!"

"Yes, I am a natural Gryffindor. Your assignment is absolutely correct."

Damon smiled at the Sorting Hat - which made it very satisfied. It twisted its mouth and stopped talking.

"It seems like you've adjusted well to Gryffindor."

Dumbledore nodded, but continued:
"But I think that you have talent, and Slytherin might be more able to realize your ambitions. It would be a pity if all this happened just because of a misunderstanding."

"The Board of Trustees believes that this was a mistake in the division of the school. Since it was a mistake, it should be corrected, rather than just allowing it to continue because the rules had never been broken. What do you think?"

"I'll sit and watch." Damon said calmly, "I trust the Sorting Hat's choice, and I don't like Slytherins either."

"Ridiculous! You're a natural born Slytherin. Look at how indifferent you are to where you belong. Disregarding others is one of the hallmarks of Slytherin!"

Principal Black in the portrait shouted again.

Damon ignored him. After realizing why Dumbledore called him, he wanted to leave.

It’s a good thing those little snakes thought of this. If you can’t beat them, just join in, right? Or let him join in the opposite direction, it’s amazing.

"Professor, thank you for shielding me from outside intrusions. I truly wish to have a peaceful campus life." Damon stood up and said goodbye. "If there's nothing else, I still have homework to finish, so I'll be leaving now."

"Are you leaving now? It's so rare for us to see each other. Could you please not be so impatient and sit down and chat with an old man like me for a few minutes?"

Dumbledore's face showed a lonely look, and he sighed:
"I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, but lately I've been hoping to spend more time with young people like you. It makes me feel younger too."

Damon didn't expect Dumbledore to ask him to stay, so he sat down again and said:
"I thought you were so busy and your time was precious that you didn't have time to waste on a kid like me."

"Oh—although what you said is partly true, I think communicating with you is very meaningful."

Dumbledore looked at Damon with a smile. "There's been a lot of speculation about you lately. They've even dug up your upbringing. I never thought you'd be a celebrity in the Muggle world, too."

"What celebrity? How come I don't know him?"

"Damon White, a musical prodigy who emerged from an orphanage, could play complex piano pieces with his eyes closed at the age of six, and began touring the entire UK at the age of seven, performing to sold-out crowds.

During those three years, you shone like a comet, but also fell as quickly as a comet.

When you were ten years old, you voluntarily stopped all activities and no longer appeared in the public eye. In fact, even I am very curious about what happened to you at that time.

(End of this chapter)