Gawain sat down at the Gryffindor table, the melody still echoing in his head.

Hermione sat on his side, her face furrowed.

"Hermione, can't you hear me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Gawain asked in a low voice.

"What...?" Hermione said as she looked at him puzzled, lowering her voice.

"Something is wrong with you from the beginning, is it because you are not feeling well? You should go to the professor to see it.

Maybe the magical riot hasn't subsided yet! I've seen it in books..."

But before Hermione could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped.

Because at the top of the teacher's seat, Dumbledore had already stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them.

There seemed to be nothing that made him happier than seeing the students come to Hogwarts.

"Welcome!" He said

"Welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year!

Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That's it: stupid, crying nose, dregs, screwing!

"Thank you!"

He sat back down.

Gawain guessed with some confusion what Dumbledore was trying to say.

Suddenly, the big plates were full of food.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup.

"And... Mint hard candy?

Is this some kind of joke that is not funny?"

Gawain pointed to a large pot of mint hard candy in front of him, feeling a little subtle.

Frankly, the food at the dinner was quite hearty, and he could tell that the chef was very careful in his cooking.

"Hmm... Thirty percent of Fili, fifty percent of Siriloin and ribeye. It's very clear. ”

He spooned a little vinaigrette, tasted it, and was satisfied with taking some more salad and pairing them with the ribeye meat.

Although he was still haunted by the melody just now, Gawain would not torture himself with hunger.

"And just looking at them, I feel like I can eat a lot more. ”

Poked Hermione, who was carefully selecting sausages, Gawain pointed to Ron, who was gobbling up his knives and forks, and Harry, who had a large plate full of plates in front of him.

"Haha..."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, but she quickly covered her face with her sleeve.

"Oh, I envy you. ”

The ghost in the wheel-clipped tights suddenly emerged from under their table, and said with some grumbling.

"Why don't you have some? The beef sauce is good. ”

Harry picked up a piece of beef with his fork and said to the ghost.

"I haven't eaten in over four hundred years," the ghost shrugged, "I don't need to, but, of course, I miss their beauty."

I guess I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?

I am Sir Nicholas of Mimsey and the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. ”

"I know who you are!" Ron suddenly said, "You're 'Nick who almost lost his head!' My brother mentioned you!"

"I think I prefer Sir Nicholas as Mimsy," the ghost looked a little nervous, but the pale brown-haired Seamofinigan interjected, "Almost headless?

Sir Nicholas's left hand was raised, as if he wanted to take off his gloves and fight a duel.

"It's like this," he said impatiently, suddenly grabbing his left ear and tugging it down.

The head staggered and slipped off the neck and hit the shoulder, as if the head was hinged.

Although he is transparent, the blood vessels and tissues inside are clearly visible, and because there is no blood covering, it looks even more terrifying.

"How did you do that? I mean, survive in this form. ”

Gawain was careful not to make himself look too offended, but Hermione still gave him an elbow without anger.

“... Alive? I don't think it's alive. ”

Sir Nicholas's smile suddenly froze on his face, like a frosted eggplant.

"Only a coward would choose to do so. I was afraid of death, so I stopped. Neither here nor there......

It's just a specious imitation of life. ”

He put his head back on his neck and said gloomily.

"Sometimes I think maybe I should go a little further, but... I'm sorry, I don't think you want to hear it anymore. ”

With his last words, Sir Nicholas bent slightly, made a noble salute and left.

While floating, he straightened his head.

After this episode, it seems that everyone's interest is much lower.

Little by little, the dinner went on.

When everyone is full, the rest of the food quietly disappears and is replaced by a variety of desserts.

- Ice cream, apple pie, syrup cake, chocolate muffin, fried jam doughnut, wine jam pudding, strawberry, jelly, rice pudding, etc.

"There's nothing more heartwarming than these cuties. ”

Gawain fetched himself a large portion of lemon sorbet and ate it slowly with a spoon.

"I really wish it was straightforward, there was so much to learn, and I was particularly interested in Transfiguration. You know, turning one thing into another, of course, should be very difficult—"

"You should start with small things, like turning matches into needles or something—"

On the sidelines, Hermione and the serious-looking Weasleys were discussing the Transfiguration class.

"Ahh

Harry, who was sitting across from Gawain, suddenly covered his forehead and exhaled in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Gawain leaned forward and asked Harry.

"Nothing, Gawain, do you know who the teacher is talking to Professor Quirrell?"

Harry squeezed out a forced smile and said.

"That's Professor Snape, teaching Potions—but everyone knows he admires Professor Quirrell's work. He's very good at black magic... Obsessed. ”

Voices rang out behind them, and a senior girl joined the conversation.

"My name is Angelina, Angelina Johnson, third grade. It's a pleasure for you to join Gryffindor. ”

She introduced herself generously and looked at Gawain again, "A lot of people get nervous when they're in the sorting house, and I bet Fred didn't know how he got down at the time. ”

"Thank you. ”

Gao Wenming came over in vain, and there was no doubt that Angelina noticed her strange performance.

This made him feel a little helpless.

But I was also a little moved.

In the end, even the desserts disappeared from the table.

"I would like to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. ”

Dumbledore stood up, clapped his hands, and everyone fell silent.

"First-year students are aware that the woods on campus are off-limits to all students, as are upperclassmen. ”

"See paragraph review for details of the original work"

With the last few syllables of the school song, which had no melody, the dinner finally came to an end.

Led by Percy, the freshmen prepare to head to Gryffindor's common room. Even Gawain felt deeply tired and in dire need of a good night's sleep.

Unfortunately, it was not yet time for him to sleep.

"My dear Mr. White,

Before going to bed, I'd like to invite you to my office and we can enjoy a little music together.

Again: sour lollipops are an interesting choice.

Your Albus Dumbledore"

Stopping Gawain, Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of parchment.