向阳花花语Psm 147:12 Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.

Professor McGonagall now placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty patched wizard's hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:

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perhaps. What should I ever do without you!’
powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities;