Kapitel 6: The Sorting Hat
Pansy and I immediately start to discuss Hagrid's reaction.
"I don't think they were friends," Pansy says.
"How old is Hagrid? That Riddle could have been my grandfather!" I exclaim.
"I don't think you guys should discuss that," Ron advises.
We stare at him.
"Why would we not discuss this?" I say.
Right when Ron opens his mouth, I cut him off.
"That was rhetorical question."
I turn away to discuss the topic more, when a woman in green appears.
"Please get into a line. Thank you. Now, I will call your name, and then you will sit on the stool. Everyone else wait," she says.
"Abott, Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
I tune out other people that don't matter, and listen to see what house my friends got put in.
-The characters aren't in this exact order. There are people in between each person's name(if that makes any sense)-
"Malfoy, Draco!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Nott, Theodore!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Parkinson, Pansy!"
A long pause and then:
"GRIFFINDOR!"
"Potter, Harry!"
An equally long pause, then:
"GRIFFINDOR!"
At last, but not least:
"Riddle, Felicity!"
I walk over to the stool and sit down.
'Hello there. I remember your father."
Really?
'Yes, actually. He was a Slytherin. Speaking of which, you would great in Slytherin."
Okay...
'Yes. But...'
But what?
'You would also do good in Griffindor...'
Okay...
'Hmm...'
I have a question.
'What is it?'
How could you eat yourself? -Reference to its song-
'Really? That settles it.'
Settles what? Also, that didn't answer my question.
"GRIFFINDOR!"
MY QUESTION!!!
'Fine. I can't actually eat myself.'
Then why would you say that?
'THEY don't know that!'
Oh. I get it.
'Now move, another person needs to go.'
Rude...
I take off the hat, and walk towards Pansy and Harry.
Pansy gives me a questioning look. I just shrug and sit down.
"Weasley, Ron!"
"GRIFFINDOR!"
"Zabini, Blaise!"
A super long pause.
"Slytherin," the hat says.
Note: he SAYS!
The hall is quiet for a moment before the Slytherins break into cheers.
Pansy frowns.
"Hmm..."
The headmaster, I assume, stands up from the teachers table.
"I am Dumbledore, your headmaster. A warning, don't go into the third corridor unless you want to die a painful death. A few last words: Oddment, Tweak!" Dumbledore says, clapping his hands.
Out of nowhere, food appears in the dishes in front of me.
"Dig in!"
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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