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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
Quirrell
,
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
as
"
Zabini
,
Blaise
,
"
was
made
a
Slytherin
.
Professor
McGonagall
rolled
up
her
scroll
and
took
the
Sorting
Hat
away
.
