It was his tenth time as a professor and the seventeenth time as a member of Hogwards, when he was forced to "enjoy" the headdress’ masterpiece. At first it was something really magical for the boy who grew up in dull muggle Cokeworth (but that year was also darkened by the separation with his only friend). The second time he understood the regularity in lyrics, which were only about the school’s past glory with hat-jokes. The Potion Master wonders how ignorant the headdress could be not to say even a word about achievements of current professors, as if they don’t worth anything. The third time he tried to abstract from the chaos by mistake called "Sorting Ceremony" with a potion book. The young Slytherin could not understand why they should waste precious time from year to year on this. 