The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. "The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid. "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. Harry swallowed. "How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron. "Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet -- what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. He turned around to look at Evangeline, who was smiling. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified, too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He'd never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom.
A man whom Harry recognised as Professor Quirrel walked in. Evangeline’s gaze unfocused and Harry recognised that as Evangeline going into a trance. He tried desperately to shake her but it didn’t work. Finally, he yelled, causing the first years to jump. “Evangeline no! No trance no trance no trance” but it was too late. Turning around to Professor Quirrel, she said in a deep voice that did not belong to her. “Death” she said and everyone screamed, causing other teachers to come running out. Harry recognised Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall as one of them. Dumbledore looked alarmed. “Death” she repeated. “Death resides in you” she said to Professor Quirrel who was shaking. She then chanted something in an unintelligible language and professor Quirrel dropped to the ground, screaming in agony and slowly, a dark gas leaked out of him as Professor Quirrel lost consciousness. The dark gas changed into the form of a pale white person like the Cullens only this person had slits for eyes and red pupils with no nose and just slits for nostrils. Some of the crowd seemed to recognise the person and gasped and started screaming. Evangeline then mumbled another incantation and the figure disappeared. Then, Evangeline, who had been standing on her chair, collapsed.
