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| Oh, you may not think I'm prety, 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 An 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 Griffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Thei daring, nerve and chivalry Set Griffindors apart: You might belong in Huffelepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil: Or yet in wise old Rawenclaw, If you're 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 ( thought I have none) For I m a Thinking Cap! |
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| Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus |
| Do Not tickle a sleeping Dragon |
| Hogwarts Sorting Hat Song |
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