- 10 Questions - by: River Song and Amy Pond - Developed on:
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You are a little first-year at Hogwarts, amazed by its wonders. Chattering excitedly, you stand bunched up with the people you met just today. All of a sudden, your name flies from Professor McGonagall's lips. Heart pounding, you ascend the steps. The weight of the Sorting Hat drops onto your head. What house does it out you in?
- 20 Questions - by: Minava Chang - Developed on:
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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 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 (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!