Chapter 510: Slave Labor
A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new student.
Another tattered, dirty, patched wizard hat was placed on the stool.
Everyone looked at it, and for a while, there was silence in the auditorium.
Then a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and suddenly the hat sang.
This time, the Sorting Hat describes the story of the four founders who jointly created Hogwarts.
The characteristics of the four of them, and the different qualities that the four of them valued that the little wizard should have.
Gryffindors look for unparalleled courage, Ravenclaws for extraordinary ingenuity, and Hufflepuffs for diligence and hard work.
And Slytherin takes a fancy to those teenagers who desire power and strength and are ambitious.
These lyrics are very ingeniously designed, and I don't know how the Sorting Hat came up with it.
When it was sung, there was warm applause in the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall immediately unfolded a large roll of parchment and looked at the little wizard in front of him seriously.
"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits 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 auspices of Professor McGonagall, the nervous first-year freshmen were successively divided into four colleges.
As long as they put the Sorting Hat on top of their heads, it will immediately call out the name of the house that the little wizard should go to.
The sorting ceremony went smoothly this year, and Ivan still remembers that it took him a long time.
As a legendary magical item, the Sorting Hat has part of the mind of the four founders.
It can use a kind of spiritual spell to instantly see all kinds of thoughts hidden deep in a little wizard's heart, and make judgments based on this.
Ivan suspects that if a little wizard has mastered a mental protection spell such as Occlumency, and is stronger than the Sorting Hat, then its magic will not work. Of course, no such little wizard has appeared so far.
"Dennis Creevey!" cried Professor McGonagall.
Little Dennis Creevey staggered on, getting caught in Hagrid's moleskin coat.
Just then, Hagrid himself sneaked into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desks.
Hagrid was twice the average size and at least three times the size, with long black hair and beard matted in a matted mess.
He looks a little scary, which often gives the wrong impression.
But those who are familiar with him know that Hagrid actually has a very loving heart.
He winked at Ivan and the others, sat down at the end of the faculty table, and watched Dennis Creevey put on the sorting hat.
The crack in the brim of the hat opened to say, "Gryffindor!"
Colin breathed a sigh of relief, and began to applaud vigorously.
Amid everyone's applause, Dennis was beaming with joy.
He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with the others.
"Colin, I fell into the lake!" he squealed, plunging down on an empty seat. "That's wonderful! Something in the water caught me and pushed me back into the boat!"
"Cool!" said Colin, as excited as his brother. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"
"Wow!" Dennis exclaimed.
He was thrown into an unfathomable lake with high winds and waves just now, and was pushed out by a huge lake monster.
He felt that this was an experience that no one dared to dream of.
If he knew that Aiwen was about to go to that lake to communicate with the mermaid, he didn't know how he would feel.
The sorting ceremony continued, and the male and female freshmen walked towards the three-legged stool one by one with varying degrees of fear on their faces.
The line was slowly dwindling, and Professor McGonagall had read all the names on the list.
"Oh, come on," Ron moaned, rubbing his stomach.
"Ron, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating." Nearly Headless Nick said dissatisfied.
"You're dead, of course you would say that," Ron retorted.
Nick looked a little unhappy, and instead of answering his words, he turned to whisper to Ivan.
Finally, the sorting ceremony ended with the cries that Kevin Whitby was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Professor McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and the stool, and took them away.
Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all the students with a smile, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.
"I only have two words for you." His thick voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"
In the next second, the empty plates in front of everyone were suddenly filled with food magically.
Every little wizard began to feast, and Nick watched sadly as they put the food on their plates.
What Ron said just now seemed to have touched him very much. He hadn't tasted food for hundreds of years.
"You guys are lucky, the banquet tonight was almost ruined!" Nick stared at the big steak in front of Ivan, "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier."
"Why, what's going on?" Harry asked vaguely, his mouth full of food.
"Naturally Peeves is messing around," Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head wobble dangerously, and he hastily pulled his ruff up a little to protect his neck. Arguing, you know, he wants to go to the party. Well, it's impossible, you know his behavior, he's totally uneducated, he throws everything he sees around. We had a meeting of ghosts, and the fat friar insisted Give him this chance, but the blood man Barrow firmly disagrees, I think it is very wise for him to do so."
The Bloody Barrow is the ghost of Slytherin House, a thin, taciturn ghost.
His body was covered with silver bloodstains, foreshadowing the horrible experience before his death.
He is the most powerful of all ghosts, and only he can really control Peeves at Hogwarts.
"No wonder, we thought Peeves was angry about something, and he was throwing water balloons all over us in the hall." Ron said sullenly, "What did he do in the kitchen?"
"Oh, same old thing," Nick said, shrugging his shoulders, "wrecking havoc and making a mess. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere, the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The house-elves were freaking out. …”
Bang! ! !
Hermione knocked over her goblet, and the pumpkin tricks kept spilling on the tablecloth.
It stained the white linen with an orange patch several feet long, but she ignored it.
Ivan secretly thought it was bad, and let Hermione know that Hogwarts had house elves, and she would definitely bring up the theory of being kind to elves again.
For a period of time, Hermione talked about this with Ivan every now and then, and she thought it was necessary for her to do something for the house elves.
Hermione's ideas can't be said to be wrong, but they definitely won't work, and Ivan doesn't know how to persuade her.
When Hermione made up her mind to do something, she would not change it easily, and would definitely stick to it to the end, no matter how difficult the road ahead was.
Aiwen has a deep understanding of this, knowing that it is useless to persuade her to give up, so he can only choose to support her.
"There are house-elves here too?" Hermione stared at Nick in horror. "At Hogwarts?"
"That goes without saying." Nick was a little surprised by her reaction. "There are not as many elves in any house in England as there are here. There are more than a hundred."
"I haven't seen any!" said Hermione in disbelief. "I thought it was just Dobby..."
"Oh, they seldom leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said, "and come out at night to clean up and look after the stove and all. I mean, you shouldn't see them, a good house-elf The sign is that you don't even know he exists, do you?"
Hermione stared at him, her eyes widening, as if Nick had said something horrible.
"But do they get paid?" she asked. "Do they get vacations? And, do they get sick days, allowances, everything?"
Nick giggled, so hard that his ruff was on one side and his head rolled off.
It was hung by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle that was still attached to the stomach, dangling there.
"Sick leave and allowance?" He put his head back on his neck and secured it with the ruff again. "House-elves don't need sick leave and allowance!"
Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then put the knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.
"Slave labor!" she said in disgust, breathing very heavily, "that's how this meal came about, slave labor, I didn't know how it happened, it turns out that what we eat every day is shamelessly obtained. "(To be continued.)