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As the heavy oak doors swung open, the scent hit him: old parchment, beeswax, and a hint of something like ozone after a thunderstorm. Professor McGonagall stood there, her expression as sharp as her spectacles.

Leo gripped the edges of the stool. "I just want to see everything," he thought. As the heavy oak doors swung open, the

When it was finally his turn, the Great Hall fell silent. The Sorting Hat was dropped onto his head, sliding down past his eyes. "I just want to see everything," he thought

"Then you'll need a house that values the climb as much as the view," the Hat bellowed for the whole room to hear. "Then you'll need a house that values the

"Ah," a small, gravelly voice whispered in his ear. "Plenty of curiosity, but you don't seek glory. You want to know how the gears of the world turn, don't you?"

The Great Lake was as dark as spilled ink, but Leo didn't mind. While the other first-years were whispering about dragons and Dumbledore, he was staring at the castle’s silhouette. To him, Hogwarts didn't look like a school; it looked like a giant puzzle waiting to be solved.