The trip once again lasted a day before arriving at Hogsmeade Station. Upon arriving, Felix once more heard Hagrid's booming voice summoning the first years. Where a few scared looking ones made their way over to Hagrid's towering figure.
"Hello, Hagrid." Felix waved.
"Felix, you're not a first year student." Hagrid said.
"I'm just giving you a greeting and is it possible you can prepare some of these wood types in the next few days for me." Felix smiled as he gave a paper to Hagrid.
The materials weren't anything expensive or rare, but were just troublesome to get in school. It was just getting some wood, which they or probably him would put the Gubraithian Fire onto. For the type of wood, it didn't really matter much, but due to using other ways instead of wand magic. He will need a bit of wood to use since he wasn't sure if he could do it on the first few tries.
"No problem." Hagrid nodded.
Felix quickly rejoined John and Angel who found an old cart pulled by Threstrals. Huddling between them, they made their way up to the old castle. Where he barely descended the cart when Argus Flitch appeared before them.
The squib seemingly eternal sneer seemed gloomy as always as he held a large flickering lantern before him. His shoulder slightly hunched as his glaring eyes stared directly at Felix.
"Professor McGonagall wants to meet with you for a moment, Mr. Grindelwald. Now get moving." He said in his disgusted and gloomy raspy voice.
Felix could only nod as he hurried towards the castle wondering what happened now. So after walking through the large wooden door, he found Professor McGonagall in the passage. Walking over to her, Felix greeted her politely while curious and fearful of what to come filling him.
"Follow me, Mr. Grindelwald. It will take but a moment." She said she walked into a room.
The room wasn't big and fairly barren outside a desk. On that desk, Felix saw a key, while also a few golden thin chains attached to an hourglass. It was a few seconds, but he recalled that these might be the time turners.
Felix didn't hold much interest in them nor the idea of time travel. It was such a messy thing that it was better not to mess with it if he could help it. So he just focused his attention on the key that McGonagall handed him.
The key wasn't anything fancy, it was just lightly enchanted. After using his ability, he peeked at it and figured out it was the so-called goblin silver. The metal was surprisingly easy to make and grumbled at goblin's greed. For over the years, they promoted this thing to be as valuable as mythril.
The metal was just silver with enchantment woven into it. Truthfully, most third years could make it if they had the method.
"This key is for your Gringott vault. The royalties of your books are deposited there monthly. Now go back to your friends as I need to meet with a few others." Professor McGonagall said, waving him away.
Felix just thanked her and left the room. Why did she have to drag him away just to say that sentence he didn't know? So placing his key into his pocket, Felix began to wander to the Great Hall, when a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"This way, Felix." John's voice came.
Under John's direction, Felix made his way to the great hall where most of the students outside of first years gathered. The loud chatter filling the room as friends met once more.
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A few minutes after taking his seat, Felix watched as Professor McGonagall leading a group of first years in. The curiosity and light fear filled their expression as they looked around the place. Felix just glanced at them as they each put on the Sorting Hat after the hat introduction song.
Hunger filled Felix being as the hat took a while and it had been hours since he last ate something. He resisted eating candy on the train so he could get an extra slice of pie.
When the final student was sorted, Dumbledore stood up at the podium. His beard lightly bound together as he wore some colorful robes. The robes clashing against each other and everyone around it making it humorous even if slightly.
"Now that our new friends have been sorted, I only have a few words to say. Let's eat." Dumbledore said, raising his hands.
A wide selection of food lined the tables as hungry students cheered and happily began to fill their plates. Felix wasn't an exception as he filled his own plate. For he has discovered that the food was slightly different then last year.
The taste was slightly improved showing the house elves were improving a bit. Eating happily, Felix soon found the dishes vanished to be replaced by desserts. His eyes scanned the table before bitter tears fell.
There was no apple, cherry or berry pie close to him. The closest ones were already split and on other student plates. It felt like his hardship of resisting sweets was in vain as he grabbed some peach cobbler.
'Not all hardships have a good reward.' Felix cried to himself.