Guii Black

Backstory

About me:

Name: Guilherme Black

Nickname(s): Guii, Black

Age: (14-18)

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

1st year

Blood: Half-Blood

Wand: Black walnut wood with a phoenix core 13" and hard flexibility

Patronus: Sparrowhawk

Live: Brasil

Before Hogwarts

Before Hogwarts, my life was surrounded by magic and fascinating stories, but unlike what was expected of the Black family of old, my parents always taught me that magic should be used for good and that our name was not a burden, but an opportunity to make a difference in the world. The Wizarding War had transformed our family, which was once known for its traditional and radical values, into something new and better.

I grew up in a house full of memories, where portraits of ancestors, now quieter, still hung on the walls, but with a different look. There were no more old speeches about blood purity, and discussions at the dinner table were about how to use our magic to help other wizards and even Muggles. My parents, who had seen the war up close, wanted me to grow up with values ​​that were very different from those that had marked our history.

My father taught me to fly on a broomstick since I was little. My mother, on the other hand, said that it was very dangerous for me to fly on a broomstick before I went to Hogwarts. So the day the letter from Hogwarts arrived, I knew it would be a special moment.

At Hogwarts

It was my first day at Hogwarts, and I was so excited it felt like my heart was going to come out of my mouth. After years of dreaming about this moment, I was finally there, sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by hundreds of wizards and witches. Candles floated in the air, and the enchanted ceiling showed a starry sky so beautiful that it was impossible not to be enchanted.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall called my name, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was my turn to put on the Sorting Hat. With nervous steps, I went to the wooden chair and sat down, while the hat fell on my head.

“Hmm, interesting…” the Sorting Hat murmured in my mind. “You are courageous, determined... but I also see ambition and a cunning spirit.” I was in suspense. Was it Slytherin? Maybe Ravenclaw? 

“But there is something more here...”, continued the hat. I held my breath, waiting for the final verdict. “Yes, I already know exactly where you should be... GRYFFINDOR!”

The hall erupted in applause, and I was greeted by smiles and cheers at the Gryffindor table. It was the best feeling in the world! I felt enormous pride and the certainty that I was in the right place. Now, a new and exciting adventure began, and I couldn't wait to discover everything Hogwarts had in store for me.