The new students’ arrival was met with tumultuous applause. But none of the unsorted 11 year olds heard a thing. For there was only one thought in their mind, where will I be sorted? Then Professor Lovegood said in a silky voice “the sorting hat is ready.” Every one of the 11-year-olds face’s looked fretful. As they filed in, a very old and molding looking hat with a tear at the brim was placed on a stool and the tear opened up like a mouth and it broke into song.
“ A thousand years or more ago when I was newly sewn, there lived four wizards of renown, whose names are still well known: bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, fair Ravenclaw, from glen, sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, they hatched a daring plan to educate young sorcerers thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders formed their own house, for each did value different virtues in the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!”
The entire hall burst into applause. Even the 11-year-olds felt a little better, then the sorting begun. Slowly but surely the queue lessened. And then professor Lovegood said “Rosie Weasely” when she passed she murmured “it’s okay just stay relaxed” the hat was placed on her head and after a minute, in which James and Albus waited with baited breath, the hat cried “Gryffindor!” With a beaming face, Rosie skipped to the Gryffindor table then when it was James’ turn again the hat said “Gryffindor!” “Albus Potter” said pr. Lovegood. Albus walked up to the stool and put on the hat. He heard a voice in his head quite unlike his own. It said “hmm…hmm a lot of courage I see. And plenty of talent too.” Gryffindor, please Gryffindor!” Albus thought with all his might and the hat yelled “Gryffindor!”