"Branched out quite a bit." Blaise muttered. Hermione went over the song in her head. It was a warning. Telling them to unite or darkness would win. She scoffed. Stupid hat. Even it was against Slytherins. The hall was filled with whispering as they debated the new song. But Professor McGonagall, who was waiting to read out the list of first-years" names, was giving the whispering students the sort of look that scorches. With a last frowning look that swept the four house tables, Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes to her long piece of parchment and called out the first name.