Fatma

Fatma
The Sorting Hat Song
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone 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.
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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone ‘No more’n four to a boat!’ Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermonie.
Arrival
Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and Harry heard a familiar voice: ‘Firs’-years! Firs-years over here! All right there, Harry?’
Harry and Ron
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone ‘Go on, have a pasty,’ said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties and cakes ( the sandwiches lay forgotten).
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone ‘I never know,’ Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, ‘what’s the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?’ Stalactite : sarkıt Stalagmite : dikit
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