Thanks to Psychonerd 5. Sorry this one's kind of short.

I do not own POTO or Harry Potter or Pokemon


Chapter 12

The Sorting

When they reached Hogwarts, all of the first years were told to get in a boat near a lake. To Raoul's surprise, Shagrid was guiding them. "No more than three to a boat!" he had told them. "Now, come on, get in!" Raoul, Gilles, and Christine all got in the same boat. Before long, everyone was in the boats. "Forward!" The boats began to move forward, and soon enough, they reached a dock. After everyone got out of their boats, Shagrid knocked on the door of the large castle that stood before them. It opened, and they all walked in. Professor McGonagall was standing not far away.

"'Ere are the firs' years," Shagrid told her.

"Thank you. I'll take them from here." She lead them into the Great Hall, where many people sat at different tables. There was one large table at the front with a stool in front of it, which they were instructed to form a line in front of. A hat was sitting on the stool, which Raoul looked at curiously. Everyone else began to stare at it as well, and before long, it began to sing:

You may not think I'm pretty

But don't judge by what you see

I'd eat myself and a water buffalo

If you could find a smarter hat than me.

You can keep your baseball caps

Your top hats sleek and tall

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can beat 'em all!

(Gotta beat 'em all, Pokemon!)

There's absolutely nothing hiding in that head

That I could never see

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you will have to be.

You might belong at Gryffindor

Where you'll find those brave at heart.

They're daring characteristics

Set them all apart.

You might belong in Hufflepuff

Where they are just and loyal

Those patient will be in Hufflepuff

Those that are not afraid of years and years of toil.

Or yet in smart old Ravenclaw

If you've a gigantic mind

Where those who are bookworms

Will always find their kind.

Or maybe in Slytherin,

You'll make some friends

Those crazy folk use any way

To achieve their ends.

So put me on, don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap.

You're in safe hands (wait! I have none! Wow, that was a stupid rhyme!)

For I am a Thinking Cap!

The whole Hall burst into cheers as Professor McGonagall called many people up. So many were sorted into the four different houses. Gilles was sorted into Gryffindor, greeted by his twin brothers. Christine was also sorted into this house. Joseph was sorted into Slytherin, to their relief. Raoul was one of the last to go, though. He placed the hat on as everyone watched in anticipation, wondering what the famous boy would be sorted into. The whole time, he whispered, "Not Slytherin!"

"Not Slytherin?" the hat asked. "You would be great there. You'd learn so much. You're pretty darn stupid not to want to be in Slytherin, but if you're sure, I'll put you in . . ." the whole Hall seemed to stop breathing. "GRYFFINDOR!"