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Neville Longbottom's Sorting Ceremony"Longbottom, Neville!" Professor McGonagall called.Neville walked shyly down to the three-foot stool in front of the Professors table. He felt incredibly nervous.When he finally reached Professor McGonagall and the stool, he sat, and he saw momentarily all of the faces in the Great Hall looking at him. He felt the hat being put on his head and slipping to his nose, covering his eyes. The only thing he could see now was the inside of the hat."Hmm
" a voice said in his ear. "I have no doubt about you
You would give a great Gryffindor."Gryffindor? Neville thought. I'm not a Gryffindor! I'm not brave
I would never be able to put up with the responsibility of being in Gryffindor! I'll just let everybody down
I'll let my grandmother down
"Not a Gryffindor? Really? Then where do you think you'd belong?"Neville was surprised that the hat was actually answering to his thoughts.He can read my thoughts
The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat Ceremony"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk."Hmm
what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?""Er, what? Are you
Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat."Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in""I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting Ceremony"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet
it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space."and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm
you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside."Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe."You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again."B-but
my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i