“Albus Potter!” Professor Kwicky shouted.
Albus shakily asended the steps and took a seat on the three legged stool. Time seemed to stand still when the sorting hat draped over his eyes. Mean while in his sseat at the Griffindor table James Potter bet his friend ten knuts that Albus would be put into Griffindor.
“Ooo another Potter how exciting. I presume you will try the same tactic that your father used. But in you i see a bis difference between you two. You seem to have great knowledge of the wizarding world. There is much courage too…”
“Just not Slytherin, just not Slytherin” Albus muttered.
“Not Slytherin eh? See I knew you would your brother james did that as well along with your father. But i sense that you do not wish to be put in Griffindor. I sense that your new friends were put in Ravenclaw. You have the knowledge of a student worthy of A Ravenclaw, but I’m unsure.”
“Please,” Albus Mutterd.
" You must be sure."
“I am, I am”
“okay if you insist boy,” Sorting Hat yelled to the crowd, “Ravenclaw!”