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!"
