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"
Move
along
now
,
"
said
a
sharp
voice
.
"
The
Sorting
Ceremony
's
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
did
n't
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
wizard
's
hat
.
This
hat
was
patched
and
frayed
and
extremely
dirty
.
Aunt
Petunia
would
n't
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
I
'm
pretty
,
But
do
n't
judge
on
what
you
see
,
