Ron-Weasly book 1. V2 part 5-1

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hat shouted loudly.

Those who were sitting at the rightmost table with a yellow tablecloth burst into applause. Hannah got up from the stool, went to this table and sat down in an empty seat.

"Congratulations, Hannah!" I yelled at her back, and the girl turned around and said:

"Good luck, Ron."

I noticed that the Fat Monk who was hovering at the table waved at her affably.

"Bones, Susan!" Well, this is a future employee of the ministry, who else would she be with such an aunt? She is now the head of the judicial department.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the Hat shouted again, and Susan hurriedly scurried to her desk, sitting next to Hannah.

"Booth, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Now there was applause at the second table on the left, and several seniors rose from their seats to shake hands with Terry, who joined them.

Mandy Brocklehurst also went to the Ravenclaw faculty table, and Lavender Brown became the first new member of the Gryffindor faculty. The table on the far left exploded with cheers, and I saw my brothers among the shouting.

Millicent Bulstrode was assigned to Slytherin.

I started to worry. What if they send me to another faculty?

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Well, this is also a future employee of the ministry. He went to Susan Bones, and I grimaced with displeasure when Hannah gave him a friendly smile.

Sometimes the hat, as soon as it appeared on the head of another boy or girl freshman, almost instantly called the faculty, and sometimes she thought. So, Seamus Finnigan, the blond boy standing in front of Harry, sat on a stool for almost a minute until the Hat sent him to the Gryffindor table.

"Hermione Granger!"

Apparently, Hermione, unlike me, was looking forward to her turn and had no doubt of success. When she heard her name, she almost ran to the stool and in the blink of an eye put a hat on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the Hat.

I groaned, despite all my doubts, I believed that I would end up where my brothers were, and I didn't want to study with the pushy and omniscient Hermione.

I wasn't the only one nervous. When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he managed to stumble and fall before he even reached the stool.

The hat thought seriously before shouting "GRYFFINDOR."

Well, where did he go? He belongs in Hufflepuff, according to what I know about him. Hereditary herbologists. Neville, upon hearing his verdict, jumped up from his chair and rushed to the table where the students of the faculty were sitting, forgetting to take off his hat. The whole room roared with laughter, and Neville, catching himself, turned around and ran back to hand the Hat to Morag MacDougal.

When Malfoy was called, he walked out of the line with a terribly important look, and his dream came true in the blink of an eye — the hat, barely touching his head, immediately screamed:

"SLYTHERIN!"

Well, I didn't even doubt it. Malfoy joined his friends Crabbe and Goyle, who had previously been selected for the same faculty, and looked extremely pleased with himself.

There were fewer and fewer freshmen who had not passed the selection process.

Moon, Nott, Parkinson, the Patil twin girls, then Sally-Ann Perks, and finally...

"Potter, Harry!"

Harry took a step forward, and lights of surprise flashed across the room, accompanied by loud whispers.

"Did she say Potter?"

"The same Harry Potter?"

Before the Hat was placed on Harry's head, a huge hall filled with people stared at him, leaning forward to get a better look at him. I wonder where he will end up?

Harry gripped the seat of the stool tightly with both hands. A couple of minutes have passed and now:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I wonder if he was arguing with the hat. Harry took off his hat and walked slowly to his desk. Percy jumped up from his chair, grabbed Harry's hand and started shaking it, while Fred and George screamed at the top of their voices:

"Potter is with us! Potter is with us!"

After shaking hands with everyone, Harry plopped down on an empty chair, finding himself right in front of the ghost in tights that I saw before the ceremony began. The ghost patted his hand.

Behind us was the main table, where the teachers were sitting. Hagrid was sitting in the corner, and when he caught Harry's eye, he gave him the thumbs-up, and Harry smiled back. And in the center of the table was a large golden chair, resembling the throne on which Albus Dumbledore sat. Dumbledore's silver hair shone brighter than the ghosts, brighter than anything in the hall.

There was also Professor Quirrell, a nervous young man. Right now, Quirrell had a big purple turban on his head, so the professor looked very strange. The ceremony was coming to an end, and there were only three of us left. Lisa Turpin was enrolled in Ravenclaw, and now it's my turn. I even turned green with fear. What if the hat wants to send me to Slytherin like Fred? I walked over to the stool, collapsed on it, and McGonagall put a hat on my head. And a second later, the Hat screamed loudly:

"GRYFFINDOR!"