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All of the amazing and talented young witches and wizards rowed down the dark Great Lake and soon came across a beautiful castle. They have all been waiting their whole lives to see, and be a part of, this amazing tradition. They all soon walk in to sparkling lights and huge tables. They see a bunch of professors at the front of the room and one, what seemed to be ancient, professor standing and smiling my a hat. A hat that sang, "Oh, you do you not think I'm pretty, but don't judge on see! I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat then me! You can keep your bowlers black, your top hats sleek and tall, for I am the Hogwarts Sprting 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 folk 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 (for I have none) for I'm a thinking cap!"
