Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Sorting Hat
Thewholehallburstintoapplauseasthehatfinisheditssong. Itbowedtoeachofthefourtablesandthenbecamequitestillagain.
"Sowe’vejustgottotryonthehat! "RonwhisperedtoHarry. "I’llkillFred,hewasgoingonaboutwrestlingatroll."
Harrysmiledweakly. Yes,tryingonthehatwasalotbetterthanhavingtodoaspell,buthedidwishtheycouldhavetrieditonwithouteveryonewatching. Thehatseemedtobeaskingratheralot; Harrydidn’tfeelbraveorquick-wittedoranyofitatthemoment. Ifonlythehathadmentionedahouseforpeoplewhofeltabitqueasy,thatwouldhavebeentheoneforhim.
ProfessorMcGonagallnowsteppedforwardholdingalongrollofparchment.
"WhenIcallyourname,youwillputonthehatandsitonthestooltobesorted,"shesaid. "Abbott,Hannah!"
Apink-facedgirlwithblondepigtailsstumbledoutofline,putonthehat,whichfellrightdownoverhereyes,andsatdown. Amomentspause—
"HUFFLEPUFF! "shoutedthehat.
ThetableontherightcheeredandclappedasHannahwenttositdownattheHufflepufftable. HarrysawtheghostoftheFatFriarwavingmerrilyather.
"Bones,Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF! "shoutedthehatagain,andSusanscuttledofftositnexttoHannah.
"Boot,Terry!"
