This is hidden brain.
I'm Shankar Vedantu.
It's one of the most famous scenes in the Harry Potter series.
Two lines of kids newly arrived at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry march into a vast and glorious dining hall.
The air glows with light from hanging torches and graceful flying candles.
The ceiling looks like the night sky, full of stars.
It's not real, the ceiling.
It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.
I read about it.
And Hogwarts, a history.
The endless dining tables glitter with silver plates and golden goblets.
Young students make their way to the front of the hall, where an old and crumpled wizard's hat awaits them.
It is the sorting hat.
When I call your name, you will come forth.
I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses.
The hat peers into the minds of the youngsters.
After judging their personality traits and potential, it decides which house they'll belong to during their Hogwarts education.
Will it be brave Gryffindor, gentle Hufflepuff, smart Ravenclaw, or ambitious Slytherin.
But where to put you?
Not Slytherin.