Welcome to the first year of quaderic i hope that you will be sorted as you wish but our thinking cap will sort after what he see.A young man walks forward with the hat and lays it on a three legged chair,everything is quiet until the hat shout out in song:

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 then me. You can keep you bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Quadric's 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 to Warderan, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Warderans apart; You might belong to Wibbluse, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Wibbluses are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old skracin, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in liunde 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!

The young man pull out a parchement roll and shout:(your name)!you walk up to the chair and sit down,the man put the hat on you.Everything is quiet until the hat shout:

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