As Harry stepped（走） forward, whispers（耳语） suddenly broke out like little hissing（嘶嘶作声） fires all over the hall. "Potter（陶艺家）," did she say, "the Harry Potter（陶艺家）?" The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning（伸着脖子看） to get a good look at him. Next second, he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited. "Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult.

  Very difficult. Plenty of courage（勇气）, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent（天才）, oh my goodness（优良）, yes, and a nice thirst to prove（证明） yourself.