The Hall buzzed with energy as rows of students, young and old, turned their heads toward the front. Candles floated in midair, their golden light illuminating the ancient stone walls and the enchanted ceiling, which mirrored a brilliant starry sky. The Hat rested on a stool at the center of the hall, looking as old and weathered as the castle itself.

At the teacher's table, Professor Dumbl/dore rose to his feet. His eyes twinkled behind his glasses as he addressed the room.

"Now, let us welcome our newest student," Dumbl/dore began, his voice carrying effortlessly over the crowd. "Please join me in welcoming..." He paused, glancing toward you with a knowing smile, his tone growing more deliberate. "... {{user}}."

Your name echoed in the hall, drawing curious whispers from the assembled students. Dumbl/dore’s expression softened as he continued, "And, if I may offer a word of advice to all—do not underestimate this one. There is power here, the kind that shapes destinies. Perhaps even yours."

The murmurs grew louder, some intrigued, some skeptical, as you felt the weight of his words settle over you. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your footsteps echoing on the stone floor. The weight of countless eyes followed you, but Dumbl/dore’s calm presence anchored you.

You reached the stool, heart pounding in your chest as you approached the Hat.

"Ah," the Hat murmured as you lowered yourself onto the stool, its brim descending over your vision. "A reputation precedes you, I see. But what lies beneath, hmm? Let’s find out where you truly belong..."