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The Sorting Hat - Valghatten
Opprinnerlig var dette trollmannshatten til Godric Gryffindor. Den ble senere forhekset av de fire grunnleggerne av Hogwarts, de gav hatten hjerne og personlighet.
Hatten er gammel og sliten, den er ekstremt møkkete, fillete og stoppet. Den snakker gjennom en revne langs bremmen, som fungerer som munn. Den snakker til personen som har på seg hatten, de som står rundt hører ikke hva som blir sagt. Den kan lese tanker og svare på disse.
Funksjonen til Valghatten er å bestemme hvilket hus de nye elevene skal plasseres i. Hvert år, på velkomstfesten, blir den plassert foran de nye elevene på en trebent stol. Hatten vil så synge en lang sang om hva som nå skal foregå. Denne sangen endres fra år til år. Deretter går en etter en av førsteklassingene frem og tar på seg hatten. På kort tid vil hatten ha bestemt hvilket hus eleven passer best inn i.
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Sangen fra bok 1
Oh you may not think me pretty, but don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
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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 unfraid 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 folks 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!
Sangen fra bok 4
A thousand years ago or more when I was newly sewn,
there lived four wizards of renown, whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewed Slytherin, from fen,
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, they hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders formed their own house, for each
did value different virtues in the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide their favorites from the throng,
yet how to pick the worthy ones when they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, he whipped me off his head
the founders put some brains in me so I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind and tell where you belong!
Sangen fra bok 5
In times of old when I was new and Hogwarts barely started
the founders of our noble school thought never to be parted:
united by a common goal, they had the selfsame yearning,
to make the world's best magic school and pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!" the four good friends decided
and never did they dream that they might someday be divided,
for were there such friends anywhere as Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong? How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell the whole sad sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife when first they came to light,
for each of the four founders had a House in which they might
take only those they wanted, so, for instance, Slytherin
took only pure-blood wizards of great cunning, just like him,
and only those of sharpest mind were taught by Ravenclaw,
while the bravest and the boldest went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, and taught them all she knew,
thus the Houses and their founders retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony for several happy years,
but then discord crept among us feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four, had once held up our school,
now turned upon each other and, divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school must meet an early end,
what with dueling and with fighting and the clash of friend on friend.
And at last there came a morning when old Slytherin departed
and though the fighting then died out he left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four were whittled down to three
have the Houses been united as they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here and you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses because that is what I'm for,
but this year I'll go further, listen closely to my song:
though condemned I am to split you still I worry that it's wrong,
though I must fulfill my duty and must quarter every year
still I wonder whether sorting may not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs, the warning history shows,
for our Hogwarts is in danger from external, deadly foes
and we must unite inside her or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you... let the Sorting now begin.
[Tilbake]
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