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No - I dont believe it - hes gone back to sleep. And so he had. Youve met Malfoy before. Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley. Ive heard of his family, said Ron darkly. They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said theyd been bewitched. My dad doesnt believe it. He says Malfoys father didnt need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side. He turned to Hermione. Can we help you with something. Youd better hurry up and put your robes on, Ive just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says were nearly there. You havent been fighting, have you. Youll be in trouble before we even get there. Scabbers has been fighting, not us, said Ron, scowling at her. Would you mind leaving while we change. All right - I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors, said Hermione in a sniffy read article. 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Then a lamp source bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice: Firs years. Firs years over here. All right there, Harry. Hagrids big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. Cmon, follow me - any more firs years. Mind yer step, now. Firs years follow me. Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. Yehll get yer firs sight o Hogwarts in a sec, Hagrid called over his shoulder, jus round this bend here. There was a loud Oooooh. The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. No moren four to a boat. Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione. Everyone in. shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. Right then - FORWARD. And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. Heads down. yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. Oy, you there. Is this your toad. said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them. Trevor. cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrids lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door. Everyone here. You there, still got yer toad. Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. T CHAPTER SEVEN THE SORTING HAT he door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harrys first thought was that this was not someone to cross. The firs years, Professor McGonagall, said Hagrid. Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here. She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously. Welcome to Hogwarts, said Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room. The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. Her eyes lingered for a moment on Nevilles cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Rons smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. I shall return when we are ready for you, said Professor McGonagall. Please wait quietly. She left the chamber. Harry swallowed. How exactly do they sort us into Houses. he asked Ron. Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking. Harrys heart gave a horrible jolt. A test. In front of the whole school. But he didnt know any magic exclusively fallout 4 find the railroad map quite - what on earth would he have to do. He hadnt expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified, too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells shed learned and wondering which one shed need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. Hed never been more nervous, never, not even when hed had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that hed somehow turned his teachers wig blue. He kept Call of duty bo3 utorrent eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom. Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air - several people behind him screamed. What the -. He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance - My dear Friar, havent we given Peeves all the chances he deserves. He gives us all a bad name and you know, hes not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here. A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. New students. said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. About to be Sorted, I suppose. A few people nodded mutely. Hope to see you in Hufflepuff. said the Friar. My old House, you know. Move along now, said a sharp voice. The Sorting Ceremonys about to start. Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. Now, form a line, Professor McGonagall told the first years, and follow me. Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History. It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didnt simply open on to the heavens. Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizards hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldnt have let it in the house. Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing - noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing: Oh, you may not think Im pretty, But dont judge on what you see, Ill eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For Im the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. Theres nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat cant see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If youve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin Youll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on. Dont be afraid. And dont get in a flap. Youre in safe hands (though I have none) For Im a Thinking Cap. The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. So weve just got to try on the hat. Ron whispered to Harry. Ill kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll. Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didnt feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a House for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted, she said. Abbott, Hannah. A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause - HUFFLEPUFF. shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. Bones, Susan. HUFFLEPUFF. shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah. Boot, Terry. RAVENCLAW. The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them. Brocklehurst, Mandy went to Ravenclaw too, but Brown, Lavender became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see Rons twin brothers catcalling. Bulstrode, Millicent then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harrys imagination, after all hed heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot. He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him. Finch-Fletchley, Justin. HUFFLEPUFF. Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the House at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. Finnigan, Seamus, the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor. Granger, Hermione. Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. GRYFFINDOR. shouted the hat. Ron groaned. A horrible thought struck Harry, as horrible thoughts always do when youre very nervous. What if he wasnt chosen at all. What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and hed better get back on the train. When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, GRYFFINDOR, Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to MacDougal, Morag. Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, SLYTHERIN. Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself. There werent many people left now. Moon .Nott .Parkinson .then a pair of twin girls, Patil and Patil .then Perks, Sally-Anne .and then, at last - Potter, Harry. As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. Potter, did she say. The Harry Potter. The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited. Hmm, said a small voice more info his ear. Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. Theres talent, oh my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now thats interesting. So where shall I put you. Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin. Not Slytherin, eh. said the small voice. Are you sure. You could be great, you know, its all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that - no. Well, if youre sure - better be GRYFFINDOR. Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, We got Potter. We got Potter. Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff hed seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling hed just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.

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