есть факультет, а людей на нём нет.

"Then why are there no other Slytherins?" Harry asks, not sure if he actually wants to meet other Slytherins, but curious nonetheless.

Dumbledore takes pause, his hands toying restlessly with one of many strange devices in his office.

"You do not remember Voldemort's war, Harry. It is a blessing, believe me - slaughter, terror and paranoia reigned supreme for years. Entire families were wiped out to the last. Ancient manors were burned. Priceless artifacts were destroyed or stolen. Witches and wizards turned on each other, unsure who to trust and what to believe anymore. It was a terrible struggle and it has marked us all in the most disturbing ways. We are not the people we once were, Harry. We are the survivors. With so many of our best and brightest gone, an average wizard beyond these walls wants one thing - to let the dead rest and to live in peace. To tend to their little corner of the world and keep to it, to hide from the horrors of the past and fears of the future. This is what magical parents want - and this is what they pass on to their children".

Harry listens intently as the Headmaster continues.

"Salazar Slytherin wanted his followers to be of pure blood, but that was not enough. Slytherin's followers had to be intelligent, capable and above all - ambitious, willing to see their vision through no matter what obstacles stood in their way. This is what the purebloods of today lack, even if they still harbor notions of being better than everyone else. The war broke Voldemort's followers as much as it did us. They do not have the strength to fight for their misguided beliefs anymore. That is why Voldemort's army collapsed so quickly without him - and why children of his supporters were not sorted into Slytherin".

"I'm sure I don't want to fight anyone, sir, especially for their blood or whatever," Harry huffs.

"And neither should you. Salazar Slytherin has been dead for centuries. His cause need not be your own. But we can not live like shadows in a graveyard forever. We can not live each in their own little exile. We need to find our ambitions again, Harry, and in your sorting I see a portent of recovery".

"You mean..."

"Yes. I believe that you are not going to be the lone Slytherin for long. Like flowers in spring, a new generation of ambitious and driven will rise and your House will grow once again. Perhaps not the next year, but certainly while you are still in Hogwarts. Until then-"