After an hour, they were the next to be sorted. First went Fred Weasley on the stool. He sat down and the hat began: "Ah, well another Weasley on a head. What do we have here? Ah, you are quite special like your brother, Percy, but unlike him you are not craving for knowledge, but you have a lot of ambition and cunningness, how to get away with the pranks you played. You are also very resourceful like your brother, who is present." Fred just smiled and said: "Sort me where ever I belong. My dad says that the houses do not matter, because all the houses are equal." The sorting hat snorted: "Well, I haven’t heard this statement about nearly two decades ago. There has been a boy, who has been sorted into Slytherin that has claimed the same and look what he has become after he has been finished with his NEWTs. He has become very successful in his life and has his own spine." Fred just smirked. "Well, what are you waiting for. Sort me already." The hat just let out a chuckle and called out: