Black-and-white (Translation)

14. Fury

When Harry and the others entered the director's office, Dumbledore and McGonagall were already there, waiting for the three of them.
Harry, however, felt like his life was going on in an endless loop. only that the director and his deputy were not sitting today, but standing in front of the fireplace.
"Hello, my dear, are you ready?"
Harry refused to answer that question. Snape only raised his eyebrow and Poppy snorted.
completely unimpressed by this reaction, Dumbledore turned to the fireplace. He was about to take a pinch of floopulver from the bowl as something flew past him.
the talking hat, who had just stood on the mantelpiece, got on his own and sat down on Harry's head. The boy immediately turned black and a familiar, dark voice spoke to him:
"Hello Little One. Since you seem to be doing well at the moment, I thought we could chat with each other. "
Completely dumbfounded, the adults looked at the boy and the magical object on his head. Harry was not in the least surprised.
"Hello, please do not get me wrong, but the new school year has not started yet. Is not it a bit early for our conversation? "
Deep laughter sounded in Harry's head.
"Usually, but I think I can make an exception this year."
This statement amazed not only the director but also all the others present.
"Mr. Pot ... Excuse me, Evans, what do you mean and the hat with 'annual entertainment'? "It was McGonagall who asked him that question.
Harry put his hands to the brim of the hat and lifted it slightly. but without losing it completely. He looked at four tense faces. Which made him smile. It was really amusing to see how little the adults knew him.
"Since I put on the hat again, out of pure curiosity, in the second year, this has become a tradition for us both. Every year, when I am, sooner or later, quoted to this office, I set it up and we talk. Mostly we exchange news. And besides, says the Most Gracious, "with that he nodded to the top," to have to tell me anew every year which house I belong to. "
This surprised a lot. The adults gave each other puzzled looks. Snape had recovered first.
"Did you cast a spell so that the hat speaks to you every year?"
Now it was Harry's turn to be confused.
"No why? I just hang it up and we talk. "
"It's just that so far no case is known in which the talking hat talks to a student outside of his role at school."
The boy looked at his Potions teacher and smiled.
"Is not it rather that no one has ever tried to engage more with him?"
The potions master could not remember that. Of course, Harry was right. After being sorted into one of the houses, no student was interested in the old cloth. This realization hit the adults very hard. Not that they paid no attention to the hat, but that it was Harry who had pointed out the obvious.
Giggle drew the attention of the teachers and the mediwitch back to the boy. to the questioning looks, Harry answered blushing. Where he focused exclusively on Snape.
"Sorry, but this prehistoric headgear just told me that Poppy and Professor McGonagall had been taking the director into their hands for quite a while yesterday."
Startled, the Transfiguration teacher turned to her student.
"But Mr. Evans, surely he did not tell you what exactly we said to Albus?"
The director went pale. I hope not, he thought. His ears were ringing when he thought about how the two women had bothered him.
Harry's grin, however, took both him and said women this hope.
"Oh, yes, Professor. He did not tell me everything, but enough. above all, he meant that if there really is such a thing as reincarnation, you both deserve a round of tapeworm with the expressions you used. "
Snape's eyebrows almost disappeared into the hairline as he saw the horrified faces of his colleagues. That did not surprise him at Poppy, but Minerva? The Scot was otherwise always so strict about expressions of force. In the past, she had punished students for cursing worse than he did when those students chased cauldrons in the air.
McGonagall, who was quite embarrassed by this, tried to change the subject.
"Should not we go slow? I am sure that everyone is already waiting for us. "
That lowered Harry's mood to zero again. He removed his hat, stroked the top of it again (though he did not know if he even felt it), and put it back in its place.
Before the talking hat returned to its mute existence, he addressed the boy again. in such a way that the others could hear him too.
"I wish you luck. Tell me how my meeting ended, my yarn. "
Although the hat could also have turned to the director, but he refused to speak with this. not only because Dumbledore had not paid any attention to him yet, but also because he had seen what triggered it on the kid yesterday.
Snape turned to his student.
"What did he mean by yarn?"
"Simple, Professor. Remus calls me puppy. the centaurs call me foals. For Fawkes and I also believe in Hedwig I am a chick. Well, and for the hat, the childish version is just a yarn, "said Harry.
Snape could only shake his head in astonishment. This boy really did seem to evoke the protective instinct in everyone. just amazing, the little one. And somebody just wanted to marry Dumbledore with somebody. He would not let that happen, Harry just would not survive. and as much as he hated Black, he knew that even the flea catcher would return to Azkaban rather than admit such a fate to his beloved goddaughter.
After recovering from the latest surprise, the director really took the green powder, threw it into the fireplace and flooded into Grimmauld Place.
After him came McGonagall and Poppy.
When Snape looked at his Harry, he grimaced.
"Oh, man, how I hate those fireplaces! I'm going to be sick again for sure. "
Even before his teacher could answer, he felt a wing of Fawkes, who was still sitting on Harry's left shoulder, and the next moment they disappeared into a pillar of fire.