Finally, the first years stopped before a platform with a fifth table. The teachers were sitting there waiting impatiently for distribution, like the students. In the center of the table, Albus Dumbledore, director for many years, was smiling softly.
Professor McGonnagall placed on an old stool an old hat, completely worn, dirty and grated. Adria raised an eyebrow at the artifact. Should they really put that on their head? It was disgusting. Suddenly, the object moved until a tear opened wide and he began to sing:
I'm not supremely beautiful
But do not be fooled by what we see
I want to eat myself
If you find smarter than me.
The high-deformed, the splendid hats,
Make pale with me
Because at Hogwarts, when I decide,
Everyone submits to my choice.
Nothing escapes me nothing stops me
The Sorting Hat is always right
Put me on your head
To know your house.
If you go to Gryffindor
You will join the brave ones,
The boldest and the strongest
Are gathered in this high place.
If in Hufflepuff you go,
Like them you will be fair and loyal
Hufflepuff lovers like to work
And their patience is proverbial.
If you are wise and thoughtful
Ravenclaw may welcome you
There, they are scholars
Who want to know everything.
You will end in Slytherin
If you're pretty smart,
Because these are real rogues
Who always succeed in their ends.
On your head ask me a moment
And do not be afraid, stay serene
You will be in good hands
Because I am a thinking hat!
The applause echoed at the end of the song. Adria hesitated a moment to do the same before deciding no. Her hand was too good in Victoire's and there was no way she would let go. In any case, not now. Just now surely but definitely not now.
McGonnagall stepped forward, cleared his throat and took out a large parchment.
- When I call your name, you sit on the stool and put the hat on your head. Adam, Riley!
A boy stepped forward almost backwards. As he climbed the platform his hair was blue. There was a "woa! From students who had never seen a metamorphosis of their lives. The boy blushed in front of his comrades' eyes and his hair immediately changed to red tomato.
- POUFSOUFFLE! cried the Sorting Hat.
The whole table on the right cheers and cheers and Riley, who had recovered his original hair, went to settle there. Adria followed him with his eyes, he looked nice. A little shy maybe.
- Avery, Lily!
A girl with long hair and a dull complexion stepped forward towards the object. A Gryffindor surely.
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Without You.
FanfictionVoldemort is gone. But as the threat of the dark wizard no longer hangs over England, Harry faces demons more vile than ever with his two lovers. They had said that nothing worse could happen. How wrong they were.
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