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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧

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The door swung open at once. Professor McGonagall, dressed in emerald-green robes, stood there. She had looked somewhat kind but now she looked wholly stern and it appeared that it would be a very bad idea to cross her.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." The entrance hall was so big you could have fitted the whole of a house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Mora a could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right the rest of the school must already be here but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into an empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they usually have done.

Morana looked at the rpoffeslr Mcgonagall, she and Aries remembered how their parents would talked about her so they decide to call her Minnie just like how their parents did

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. " She continued.

"The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room." Morana sighed and pinched Draco was not listening.

The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards." McGonaggal took a deep breath before continuing.

"While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." Aries tilted his head and smirked. He was always up for a challenge.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her gaze lingered for a moment on Ron Weasley's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on his smudged nose. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall.

After a while of silence, Morana took a lot at the students around her. She analise some of them before standing next to Perseus.

Morana heard the rude girl with fluffy haur which nales she find out was Hermione Granger, a muggle born whispered to Ron Weasley who was in front of her, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a History." Morana and Theodore had read about it also.

Professor McGonaggal came after a few minutes and allowed the student to entered the great hall. Hearing all the noises, Aries covered his ears feeling irritated but feeling that pat from Morana calm him down. They all watched the sorting hat who started singing.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The while hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abbott, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!" The tables second from the left clapped this time several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry.

Granger, Hermione!"

"Good luck, Hermione," whispered Neville. Hermione flashed her a grin, then almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. After half a minute, it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

When Neville Longbottom was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Draco was called up. He swaggered forward and got his wish at once. The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy went to waited for his friends.

There weren't that many people left now. "Nott, Theodore" and "Parkinson, Pansy" and "Daphne Greengrass" with "Cayena Rosier." were Sorted into Slytherin.

"Aries Black!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Perseus Lestrange!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

and finally-

"Morana Potter Slytherin!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Many were shocked and some students with professors whispered to each other. But the new Slytherin were happy that tht were all together.

New group, new choas.