Flokkunarhatturinn er frægur í Hogwart, skóla galdra og seyða vegna margra ástæða.
Hann hefur mikla ábyrgð á því á hvaða heimavist nýjir nemendur fara á, og hann semur einnig nýja söngva fyrir hvert ár sem nemendurnir syngja í byrjun hverrar flokkunaratafnar sem er í Velkomu teitinu.
En Harry missti af flokkunaratöfninni á 2, 3. og 6. árinu, hann náði þó að heyra öll hin. Hér eru þau sem Harry heyrði en ég ákvað að þýða ekki textana bæði vegna þess að ég kann ekki að láta hluti ríma og ég á bara 2. bókina.
Hér kemur þetta:



Viskusteinninn

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 top 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 unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady 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 (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!


Leyniklefinn

Harry var ekki sá eini sem missti af flokkuninni í Leyniklefanum. Hann og Ron flugu bílnum sem Weasley fjölskyldan átti til Hogwarts eftir að Dobby hafði lokað hliðinu á palli 9 ¾, og brotlentu svo bílnum á Eikina Armalöngu sem er á skóla lóðinni. Heppni fyrir þá báða að prófessor McGonagall fanst ekki nauðsynlegt að reka þá!


Fanginn frá Azkaban

Harry missti af flokkuninni þriðja árið því vitsuga kom inn í klefann þeirra þriggja (Harry, Ron og Hermioni) í lestinni og vegna návist hennar leið yfir Harry. Harry var settur á sjúkrahúsvænginn um leið og lestin kom til Hogwarts.


Eldbikarinn

A thousand years or more ago,
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,
Shrewd 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 favourites 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!


Fönixreglan

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
nited 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 the 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
And 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


Blendingsprinsinn

Eftir að Harry hittir “The Slug Club” í lestinni á leiðinni til Hogwarts, ákveður Harry að elta Slytherin Hópinn þegar hópurinn fór í klefann þeirra með Malfoy. en, þegar Harry er hættur að ‘njósna’ um hann, leggur Malfoy body-binding galdurinn á Harry og hann getur ekki hreyft neitt, sérstaklega eftir að Malfoy stampar ofan á andlitinu hans. En, Tonks kemur í lestina og græðir Harry, en hann mætti seint, og missti af flokkunaratöfninni.

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