Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           ThelastthingHarrysawbeforethehatdroppedoverhiseyeswasthehallfullofpeoplecraningtogetagoodlookathim. Nextsecondhewaslookingattheblackinsideofthehat. Hewaited. 

           "Hmm,"saidasmallvoiceinhisear. "Difficult. Verydifficult. Plentyofcourage,Isee. Notabadmindeither. There’stalent,Amygoodness,yes—andanicethirsttoproveyourself,nowthat’sinteresting...SowhereshallIputyou?" 

           Harrygrippedtheedgesofthestoolandthought, NotSlytherin,notSlytherin. 

           "NotSlytherin,eh? "saidthesmallvoice. "Areyousure? Youcouldbegreat,youknow,it’sallhereinyourhead,andSlytherinwillhelpyouonthewaytogreatness,nodoubtaboutthat—no? Well,ifyou’resure—betterbeGRYFFINDOR!" 

           Harryheardthehatshoutthelastwordtothewholehall. HetookoffthehatandwalkedshakilytowardtheGryffindortable. HewassorelievedtohavebeenchosenandnotputinSlytherin,hehardlynoticedthathewasgettingtheloudestcheeryet. PercythePrefectgotupandshookhishandvigorously,whiletheWeasleytwinsyelled, "WegotPotter! WegotPotter! "Harrysatdownoppositetheghostintheruffhe’dseenearlier. Theghostpattedhisarm,givingHarrythesudden,horriblefeelinghe’djustplungeditintoabucketofice-coldwater. 

           HecouldseetheHighTableproperlynow. AttheendnearesthimsatHagrid,whocaughthiseyeandgavehimthethumbsup. Harrygrinnedback. Andthere,inthecenteroftheHighTable,inalargegoldchair,satAlbusDumbledore.