Wizard and Deat Reaper: Hogwarts
Chapter 7's

The white-haired petite youth walked with calm steps towards the Selection Hat. His cold and calm face was unaffected by the sight of most of the students who were also whispering like the buzzing of bees. Harry caught words like, 'so small as fifth grade', or 'his hair is so white', or 'strange kid'. I don't know why Harry was upset by those comments. It was like looking at himself, which he knew was also used as an object of gossip even with different reasons.

Toushiro sat on a chair, and then the Sorting Hat was mounted above his head. The bulukan hat looked pitifully juxtaposed with that messy snow-white hair, while Toushiro instantly froze as soon as the hat touched his head.

Toushiro remained motionless, and his eyes were open yet empty. No one knew that Toushiro's mind had suddenly been carried into his inner world. The new foreign voice spoke in mind that only belonged to him and Hyourinmaru.

'It's interesting, ' said the voice, fascinated. 'Two souls in one body-Wait!' the voice sounded surprised. 'You are not human!'

'I know what I am, but I don't know what or who you are, ' said Toushiro coldly.

'I am the Sorting Hat, O Death Reaper, ' said the voice with reverence. 'If I thought you were so young to bear that title.'

'That's none of your business. But you won't tell anyone this, ' said Toushiro flatly, but he was sure the Hat was aware of the threat behind the sentence.

'Of course not. Right now I'm just talking to your mind, and I'm magic bound not to discuss other people's thoughts with anyone.'

'Then quickly do your duty,' said Toushiro, while Hyourinmaru, in his dragon form snorting menacingly behind Toushiro, his red eyes looking around threateningly at the foreign voice of the Selection Hat.

'All right, alright. Well, what is this in your mind, if you don't mind me seeing that I know what qualities you have?'

Although reluctant, Toushiro gets a promise that the Sorting Hat won't tell anyone his thoughts and memories, and he lets him walk through the pieces of his past memories. The Hat repeatedly let out a surprised voice upon seeing the loud scenes that were happening.

'You experienced such a terrible thing in such a young form.'

'Take your surprise and get straight to your task, ' said Toushiro coldly. 'I'm a shinigami, after all, ' he added.

The Selection Hat let out an impatient snort. 'Alright, I'll just go straight ahead then. You have high loyalty to where you come from, Hufflepuff type. But your sharp mind and the brilliance of your brain are what will make Ravenclaw proud of you. I'm not sure about Slytherin, although your grand ambitions are reasonable enough for you to be there, you're not sneaky and slippery enough for that. Wait, there's something else here. A strong desire to stand in front of your loved ones, taking up arms for what you value. Ah, that ambition is not in line with Slytherin's character. It's not wrong.. Gryffindor!"

The Selection Hat shouted that last word to the entire Hall. The table with the red and gold decorations clapped loudest after that shout. Toushiro took off the hat with a look of annoyance, for some reason. However, before descending on Gryffindor's desk, he bowed politely to the teachers, most of whom seemed both impressed and astonished by the form of respect; only Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, was there, and the calm-looking Kisuke, retorted with a nod.

The Weasley twins immediately greeted him by alternating experiences until his body shook.

"Welcome to Gryffindor," said Hermione happily, replying with a nod to Toushiro's calm, who stared at Ichigo who was shortly afterwards called by McGonagall, "Kurosaki, Ichigo."

The wide stride of the tall man's feet made him reach the top step quickly. When the Sorting Hat was mounted on top of his gray hair, the same blank expression as Toushiro was also experienced by Ichigo. Ichigo was also simply pulled into his inner world once a foreign voice penetrated his mind.

'You both have unique minds, though you can be said to be more human, Young man, ' said the voice in astonishment.

'And may I know who you are?' ask Ichigo.

'The Selection Hat, of course. Well, let's skip the pleasantries, if you want to ask about me just ask the little guy later. Now, will you let me look at your memories to find out what qualities put you in one of the Hogwarts dorms?'

'You're not going to talk about this to anyone else?'

'Hm, the shinigami mind is so important, huh? Of course not, son, your mind is safe with me.'

So Ichigo lets the Hat dive into his memories. He occasionally heard short but expressionless comments from the Hat as he looked at the vulnerable parts.

'You are as complex as the young commander, when you are still human, ' commented the Hat. 'Well, we're back to business. I also see great loyalty to your friends, especially, to the bond you have. You have quite a sharp mind, but not as sharp as Ravenclaw would have liked… But that's something you want to avoid. All right, where am I gonna put you? Ah, I know! The great desire to protect your loved ones is what proves that you deserve to be in Gryffindor!"

Once again, the last word was shouted throughout the Hall. Ichigo immediately got down from the three-legged chair and handed the Hat as he looked fiercely and grumbled loudly towards the Hat that was squeezing in McGonagall's grasp, "At least don't scream in people's ears, roasted!"

"ahaha! You two made it in." said George grinning.

"… to the greatest hostel in history, Gryffindor!" keep Fred cheerful.

"Well," Dumbledore stood up again. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled behind her half moon glasses. "there's a time for speech, but not now. Now is the time to fill your stomach!"

There was appreciative laughter and boisterous applause as Dumbledore sat down and his long beard to the shoulders from touching his plate, as the next second the golden plates all over the table began to fill the food with magic.

"Wow," Ichigo's comment was amazed.

"Yeah, wow," said Ron, starting to snatch the contents of the grilled lamb plate onto his own plate and other food until it was full. Toushiro looked at him sharply as Ron began to eat with bulging cheeks.

"Look, Toushiro, they make sushi! And woohoo! Okonomiyaki!"

"May I remind you to act like a five-year-old?" toushiro comments sharply, taking a plate of salad while frowning towards Ichigo.

"And you act like a hundred-year-old grandfather" Ichigo replied grinfully, picking up a large slice of pizza-like food he called okonomiyaki. He completely refused to look at Toushiro whose expression reminded Harry of the hungry lion who was disturbed by the presence of hyenas in his territory.

"Do you know what Urahara-san is doing here?" ask Ichigo, in Japanese and low voice. Luckily the babbling of children, the sound of chewing, or the clang of a knife, fork, or spoon disguises their conversation.

"No" said Toushiro, also in Japanese. He frowned deeply, resisting the urge to look directly at the former 12th Division commander ahead there. "Soul Society didn't, or maybe hasn't told me anything. They never even mentioned a new Hogwarts lesson."

"And he came with Yoruichi-san," Ichigo added. "Don't even bother introducing it. That means he'll be in disguise, right."

"You astonished me because you used your brain. But you're right, that means he's in disguise."

"What the hell are you talking about" said Ron after swallowing his chew. He looked at Ichigo and Toushiro alternately. "You're babbling in some kind of language and I heard the name of the new teacher you called."

"You know him then" said Hermione excitedly.

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "That's how."

"How's he?" ask Hermione again. For a moment the steak was forgotten.

"Well," said Ichigo, with a little nag, "he's a weird guy. Never in my life have I known anyone as weird as him, beaten the old bandit."

"Sori?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"My dear lovely father," said Ichigo, remembering the 'good morning' greeting accompanied by Isshin's kick or punch that every morning greeted him at home, which always ended in a backlash, isshin's face kissed the wall with his mesra; yet they could catch the sarcastic in that sentence.

"Is something wrong?" ask Ron wonder.

"If you think Sirius, Tonks, and Moody's mixture is eccentric, my father is five times stranger, more ridiculous, and more idiot than that. And Urahara-san is ten times more than all of them."

"If I think he's a pretty competent person," commented Toushiro, sipping his tea in a calm manner. Ichigo immediately looked at him as if the petite commander had gone mad. "Smart, but indeed, he's a bit strange. If you want to know what he's like, you'll see for yourself when you learn his lesson."

"Japan's Classical Defense Method," Hermione said, cuts her steak. "I wonder what it's like."

"Given I'm quite familiar with his nature, he's not going to make this easy" Ichigo said, picking up a piece of corned beef with his fork, being pierced with excessive force and a stifled eye gaze.