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Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly, but at the same time handed over the food on her plate and said,

"Here, if it's not enough, even eat a piece of mine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Oh, and mine, I'll give you something to eat. ”

Harry and Ron handed over their plates, too.

"And my ......"

Several Gryffindor students whose names Qiming couldn't name also handed over their plates, because they had been watching Qiming eat, they just put the food on the plates and didn't touch it at all.

"Thanks, you're welcome. ”

Qiming took the plate handed over by several people and said, chewing again.

On the side, looking at Qiming's windswept appearance, Hermione's face showed a gentle smile, but this scene was completely watched by Harry on the side, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Finally, after eating more than thirty servings of food, Qiming finally felt a slight sense of satisfaction, and his eating speed slowed down suddenly.

"Isn't it delicious? Unfortunately, I can't taste them again. ”

I don't know when, Nick, who was almost headless, floated over again, looked at the food on Qiming's plate, and said with some sadness.

"Oh, hello. I'm sorry just now, I really didn't mean to. ”

Qiming stuffed a whole piece of steak meat in his hand directly into his mouth, swallowed it desperately, and said.

Nick seemed to accept Qiming's apology, nodded at Qiming, and then didn't say anything, just looked at Qiming with his eyes, and saw that he was uncomfortable.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Qiming asked.

Nick spoke:

"I know who you are, Dean and Seamus have told me, you're the most special freshman of the year. ”

"It turned out to be him!"

"yes, I'm still wondering, I haven't seen him yet......"

Nick's words immediately caused a round of discussion among the surrounding Gryffindor students, and it seemed that everyone knew about it.

"Uh, why do they seem to know about me?"

Qiming asked Hermione beside hermione.

The girl looked at Qiming in surprise and said:

"Don't you know? I thought you already knew, so I never told you that the Daily Prophet had reported on you!"

"Report me, what do I have to report?"

Qiming pointed to his nose and wondered, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart, could it be that this world is the same as the world of "EVA" before, there is a reincarnation team that has not been notified by the main god, or is this world entered by the Flood Desolation Plane Patrol, and there are their people.

No matter which possibility it is, it is worth Qiming's great attention, because he is completely incomparable with him in his heyday, and any one of them will bring him a fatal threat.

"Maybe it's because of your special status, you're the oldest freshman Hogwarts has ever admitted. ”

Hermione said with a smile on her face.

"Hmm. ”

Qiming nodded, realizing that he might have overthought it, as one of the oldest schools of magic and wizardry in all of Europe, what happened at Hogwarts was indeed worthy of being featured in the Daily Prophet of the wizarding world.

However, he still kept a note in his heart in case something unexpected happened.

After a while, Harry stood up and brought some food from the far table to the Gryffindor students who had given it to Enlightenment.

"By the way, you know what, tonight's banquet almost went to waste. ”

Floating next to the table, Nick said suddenly.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Naturally, Peeves is making trouble,"

Nick said,

"Quarrel over that again, you know, he wants to go to the feast, but—alas, it's impossible, you know his virtue, he has no education at all, and he only causes sabotage everywhere, and we have a meeting between the ghosts, and Barrow the Bloody resolutely disagrees, so he's been doing sabotage all day today,"

Nick shrugged his shoulders and said,

"It's still the same old thing, smashing things everywhere, the kitchen is messed up by him, the dishes are thrown everywhere by him, the kitchen is flooded. The house-elves were so frightened that they lost their minds—"

"Bang dang!"

Hermione's fork fell on the table, knocking over the golden goblet in front of her, and the pumpkin juice inside immediately flowed all over the table, staining the white tablecloth orange and several feet long, but Hermione ignored it completely.

"House-elves too?"

She looked at Nick with a look of horror and asked,

"At Hogwarts?"

"Of course,"

Nick nodded, and replied with some surprise,

"Otherwise, where do you think the food you eat comes from, I'm sure there are more house-elves in Hogwarts than in any other house in Britain, more than a hundred!"

"But, but, I haven't seen any of them!"

Hermione said in surprise.

"Of course, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day. ”

Nick said,

"They only come out at night to clean up, I mean, you shouldn't have seen them in the first place, are you? they're house-elves, and the sign of being a house-elf is that his clients don't even know they exist. ”

Hermione glared at him and asked,

"Do they get paid, do they have holidays? And -- sick leave, allowances, all these things, do they have them?"

"Hehehehehe......"

Nick laughed as if he had heard something funny, and his head almost tilted off with a shock.

"Of course not, house-elves don't need that, they're born to serve wizards. ”

Straighten your head, Nick explained.

Hearing Nick's words, Hermione looked down at her plate, after Harry brought the food just now, she had been watching Qiming eat, she had barely eaten much, and now, she directly reached out and pushed the plate away.

"Slave labor! That's how this meal came about! Slave labor!"

Hermione said angrily, and stopped eating a bite.

"Oh, spare me. ”

Ron, who was munching on the food Harry had brought over, rolled his eyes and said,

"Even if you starve yourself to death, you won't be able to get sick leave for them!"

Hermione gave him a blank look, ignoring him, and instead looked at Qiming.

At this time, Qiming had already eaten eight points full, and was stuffing snacks into his mouth without a mouthful.

Seeing the girl looking at him, he immediately poured the rest of the food on the plate into his mouth.

"I'm not eating!"

Qiming puffed out his cheeks and said solemnly to the girl, but his appearance, no matter how he looked at Hermione, he wanted to punch him.

The girl gave him a fierce look, but she couldn't say what she wanted to say, after all, no matter what, Qiming had indeed stopped.