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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 alot; |
Harry didn't 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 Ron's twin brothers catcalling. |
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harry's |
imagination, after all he'd 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 |
you're very nervous. What if he wasn't 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 he'd 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 weren't 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 in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty |
of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, |
yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's 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, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you |
on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well, if you're 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 |
he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, |
horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. |
He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat |
Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up. Harry grinned |
back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, |
sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd |
gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair |
was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the |
ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man |
from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple |
turban. |
And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomas, Dean," |
a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table. |
"Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was |
pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a |
second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" |
Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next |
to him. |
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley Pompously across Harry |
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