A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A tattered, dirty, patched wizard's hat was placed on the stool.

Everyone looked at it, and for a moment, there was silence in the auditorium.

Then, a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly began to sing.

This time, the Sorting Hat tells the story of the four founders who worked together to create Hogwarts.

The traits of the four of them, and the different qualities that the four of them value for a young wizard to have.

Gryffindor is for unparalleled courage, Ravenclaw for extraordinary ingenuity, and Hufflepuff for hard work and hard work.

Slytherin, on the other hand, has a crush on ambitious teenagers who crave power and power.

The lyrics are very cleverly designed, and I don't know how the Sorting Hat came up with it.

When it was finished, the auditorium burst into applause.

Professor McGonagall immediately unfolded a large roll of parchment and looked solemnly at the young wizard in front of her.

"When I call someone's name, they put their hat on their head and sit on a stool. She said to the first-year students, "When the hat announces the house, go and sit at the corresponding table." ”

Under the chairmanship of Professor McGonagall, the nervous first-year students were successively divided into four houses.

As soon as they put the Sorting Hat on top of their heads, it immediately called out the name of the house that the young wizard should go to.

This year's sorting ceremony went well, and Evan remembers how long it took him.

A legendary magical item, the Sorting Hat is part of the minds of the four founders.

It can use a spiritual spell to instantly see the hidden thoughts of a little wizard and judge accordingly.

Evan suspected that if a young wizard had mastered a mental protection spell like Occlumency, and was stronger than the Sorting Hat, its magic would not work. Of course, no such little wizard has appeared so far.

"Dennis Creevey!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

Little Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, tripped over Hagrid's moleskin coat.

Just then, Hagrid himself snuck into the auditorium through a door behind the faculty desk.

Hagrid was twice the size of a normal person, at least three times the size of a normal person, and his long black hair and black beard were tangled together.

His appearance is somewhat intimidating, which often creates a false impression.

But those who knew him well knew that Hagrid actually had a very loving heart.

He winked at Evan and sat down at the end of the staff desk, watching Dennis Creevey put on the Sorting Hat.

The crack in the brim of the hat opened, and he shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Colin let out a slam and began to applaud the leader vigorously.

In the applause of everyone, Dennis was full of joy.

He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with everyone.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" he said, sitting on an empty seat, and said in a sharp voice, "That's wonderful! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"That's cool!" said Colin, as excited as his brother, "probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis cried.

He had just been thrown into a stormy, unfathomable lake, and was pushed out by a giant lake monster.

He felt that it was an experience that no one would dare to dream of.

If he knew that Evan was about to go to that lake to communicate with the merfolk, he didn't know how he would feel.

The sorting ceremony continued, and the new students, both men and women, walked to the three-legged stool one by one with varying degrees of fear on their faces.

The line slowly dwindled, and Professor McGonagall had finished reading all the names on the list.

"Oh, hurry up. Ron groaned, rubbing his stomach with his hands.

"Ron, the Sorting Ceremony is much more important than eating. Nick, who was almost headless, said dissatisfied.

"You're dead, of course you'll say that. Ron retorted.

Nick looked a little upset, and instead of answering his words, he turned to whispering to Aven.

Finally, the sorting ceremony finally ended as the shouts of Kevin Whitby being sorted into Hufflepuff rang out.

Professor McGonagall picks up the Sorting Hat and small stool and removes them.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all his classmates with a smile, and opened his arms in a gesture of welcome.

"I have only two words to say to you. His deep voice echoed through the auditorium, "Eat!"

In the next second, the empty plates in front of everyone were suddenly magically filled with food.

Each of the little wizards began to feast, and Nick watched sadly as they put their food on their plates.

Ron's words seemed to touch him, he hadn't tasted food in hundreds of years.

"You're lucky, tonight's party almost went to waste!" Nick stared at the large steak in front of Aven, "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier. ”

"Why, what's going on?" asked Harry, slurred, his mouth full of food.

"Naturally, Peeves are making trouble. Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head shake dangerously, and he quickly pulled the wheel-shaped ruffled collar up a little to protect his neck, "and arguing over that, you know, he wants to go to the party." Alas, this is not possible at all, you know that he was virtuous, completely uneducated, and threw things everywhere when he saw them. We had a ghost meeting, and the Fat Friar suggested that he be given a chance, but Barrow the Bloody firmly disagreed, and I thought he would be wise to do so. ”

Barrow the Bloody is a ghost of Slytherin House, a skinny, taciturn ghost.

His body was covered in silver blood, a sign of the horrific experience before he died.

He is the most powerful of all ghosts, and at Hogwarts, he is the only one who can truly control Peeves.

"No wonder, we thought Peeves was angry about something, and he threw water balloons all over us in the foyer. Ron sulked, "What did he do in the kitchen?"

"Oh, it's the same old thing," Nick said, shrugging his shoulders, "and wreaking havoc, making a mess." Pots and pans were thrown everywhere, and the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The house-elves are so scared that the six gods have no owner......"

When the long !!

Hermione knocked over her goblet, and the pumpkin method kept pouring on the tablecloth.

The white linen was stained orange and several feet long, but she ignored it.

Evan secretly said bad that Hermione knew that Hogwarts had house-elves, and she would definitely bring up the theory of treating elves well.

For some time now, Hermione had been talking to Evan about it, and she felt the need to do something for the house-elves.

Hermione's ideas weren't wrong, but they definitely didn't work, and Evan didn't know how to convince her.

When Hermione is determined to do something, she will not change easily, and will definitely follow through, no matter how difficult the road ahead.

Ai Wen knew this very well and knew that it was useless to persuade her to give up, so he could only choose to support her.

"House-elves here, too?" Hermione glared at Nick in horror, "at Hogwarts?"

"Needless to say. Nick was a little surprised by her reaction, "There are not as many elves in any house in Britain as there are here, there are more than a hundred." ”

"I haven't seen any of them!" Hermione said incredulously, "I thought it was only Dobby ......"

"Oh, they don't leave the kitchen very often, do they?" said Nick, "and come out at night to clean up and take care of the stove or something. I mean, you're not supposed to see them, and the sign of a good house-elf is that you don't even know he exists, right?"

Hermione glared at him, her eyes widening as if Nick had said something horrible.

"But do they get paid?" she asked, "do they have holidays, and do they have sick days, and allowances, and all these things?"

Nick giggled, laughing so hard that his wheel-shaped wrinkled collar tilted and his head rolled down.

Hung by an inch or two of dead skin and muscles that were still attached to the stomach, dangling there.

"Sick leave and allowances?" he put his head back on his neck and secured it again with a ruffled collar, "House-elves don't need sick days and allowances!"

Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then placed her knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.

"Slave labor!" she breathed heavily, and said in disgust, "that's how this meal came about, slave labor, and I know what it was all about, for what we eat every day is shameless." (To be continued.) )