Harry potter: I am the king of United Kingdom

The Hogwarts Express rumbled to a stop at Hogsmeade Station as the late summer evening settled over the Scottish highlands. Arthur Pendragon stepped off the train with Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, and their new acquaintance, Magnus Grindelwald-Riddle. The group was immediately greeted by the booming voice of Hagrid, the half-giant gamekeeper.

"Firs' years! Firs' years, this way!" Hagrid called, waving an enormous lantern.

Arthur glanced at his companions, exchanging small smiles of anticipation. Together, they followed Hagrid to the waiting boats that would carry them across the Black Lake. The sight of Hogwarts, its turrets and towers glowing warmly in the night, drew gasps of awe from the first years. Even Arthur, with his composed demeanor, felt a swell of excitement at the sight.

Inside the castle, the first years were led into the Great Hall, its enchanted ceiling mirroring the starry night sky. Four long tables stretched before them, filled with students from every year, their chatter dying down as the newcomers entered. At the front of the hall, the teachers sat at a long table, with Professor Dumbledore in the center, his eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles.

Professor McGonagall, stern and imposing, stood beside a stool where the Sorting Hat rested. One by one, she called names, and each first-year stepped forward to be sorted into their house.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

Draco strutted confidently to the stool. The Sorting Hat barely touched his head before shouting, "Slytherin!"

"Greengrass, Daphne!"

Daphne walked with elegance, her posture straight. After a moment's deliberation, the hat declared, "Slytherin!"

"Greengrass, Astoria!"

Astoria, smaller and shyer than her sister, hesitated briefly before sitting on the stool. "Slytherin!" the hat decided.

"Grindelwald-Riddle, Magnus!"

The hall grew quieter as Magnus approached, his name carrying a weight that made the older students whisper. The Sorting Hat seemed to consider him carefully before announcing, "Ravenclaw!"

Arthur felt a pang of surprise. He had assumed Magnus would be sorted into Slytherin, but the Sorting Hat's decision made sense given Magnus's intellect and cunning.

Finally, McGonagall called, "Pendragon, Arthur!"

The hall fell silent. All eyes turned to Arthur, his name heavy with history and expectation. He walked to the stool with calm confidence, his back straight and his expression unreadable.

The Sorting Hat chuckled as it settled on his head. "Ah, a Pendragon. You've got the bravery of Gryffindor, the ambition of Slytherin, and an intellect that would do well in Ravenclaw. But where to place you?"

Arthur's thoughts raced. He knew the political implications of his house would be significant. I need to unite people, he thought firmly. I must inspire them.

"Gryffindor!" the hat declared.

Applause erupted from the Gryffindor table as Arthur joined his housemates. He spotted familiar faces—people he had known in his past life's memories. Among them, he recognized Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.