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She put a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard hat on the stool.
Everyone looked at it. For a moment, the auditorium was silent.
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 told everyone the story of how the four founders founded Hogwarts together.
The characteristics of the four founders, as well as the different qualities that the four young wizards should have.
Gryffindor liked unparalleled courage, Ravenclaw liked extraordinary intelligence, and Hufflepuff liked hard work and hard work.
On the other hand, Slythrin favored those ambitious youngsters who thirsted for power and power.
The lyrics were designed very cleverly. No one knew how the Sorting Hat came up with it.
When it finished singing, there was a warm applause in the auditorium.
Professor Meg immediately unrolled a large roll of parchment and looked at the young wizards in front of her seriously.
"When I call your name, put the hat on your head and sit on the stool," she said to the freshmen. She said to the freshmen, "When Cap announces the house, go and sit at the appropriate table."
Under Professor Mag's guidance, the nervous first-year students were distributed to the four schools one after another.
As long as they put the Sorting Hat on their heads, it would immediately call the name of the school that the young wizard should go to.
This year's Sorting Ceremony went smoothly. Elwyn still remembered that he had spent a lot of time on it.
As a legendary magic item, the Sorting Hat had some of the ideas of the four founders.
It could use a spiritual spell to instantly see the hidden thoughts in the heart of a young wizard and make a judgment based on it.
Elwyn suspected that if a young wizard mastered a spiritual protection spell like Brain Seal and was stronger than the Sorting Hat, its magic would not work. Of course, there had been no such young wizard so far.
"Dennis Creevey!" shouted Professor Meg.
The little Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, always tripping over Hagrid's moleskin coat.
Coincidentally, Hagrid sneaked into the auditorium through a door behind the staff desk.
Hagrid was twice the size of a normal person and at least three times the size of a normal person. His long black hair and beard were messily tangled together.
There was something frightening about him, which often gave the wrong impression.
But those who knew him well knew that Hagrid had a very kind heart.
He winked at Elwyn and the others, sat down at the end of the staff table, and watched as Dennis Creevey put on his sorting hat.
The crack on the brim of his hat opened and he shouted, "Gryffindor!"
Colin let out a long sigh of relief and began to clap his hands vigorously for the first time.
As everyone applauded, Dennis was so happy that his face was glowing.
He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with the others.
"Corin, I fell into the lake!" He sat down on an empty seat and said in a shrill voice, "That was wonderful! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back onto the boat! "
"Cool!" said Corin, who was as excited as her brother. "It's probably the giant squid, Dennis!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Dennis.
He had just been thrown into an unfathomably deep lake with strong winds and waves, and then he had been pushed out by a giant lake monster.
He felt that it was an experience that no one would even dare to dream of.
If he knew that Elwyn was about to go into the lake to communicate with the mermaids, he wondered what he would think.
The sorting ceremony continued. The new students, with varying degrees of fear on their faces, walked one by one to the three-legged stools.
The line was slowly thinning, and Professor Meg had finished reading all the names on the list.
"Oh, hurry up," groaned Ron, rubbing his stomach.
"Ron, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating," said Nick, who had almost lost his head.
"You're a dead man, of course you would say that," retorted Ron.
Nick looked a little unhappy, and did not answer him. Instead, he turned to whisper to Elwyn.
Finally, as Kevin Whitby was assigned to Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony was finally over.
Professor Meg picked up the sorting hat and stool and took them away.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and looked at all the students with a smile. He opened his arms and made a welcoming gesture.
"I only have two words to say to you." His deep voice echoed in the hall, "Eat!"
The next second, the empty plates in front of everyone were suddenly filled with food.
Each of the young wizards began to dig in, and Nick watched sadly as they put the food on their plates.
Ron's words seemed to have touched him. He had not tasted food for hundreds of years.
"You guys are lucky, tonight's banquet was almost ruined!" Nick stared at the huge steak in front of Elwyn, "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier."
"Why, what happened?" Harry asked vaguely, his mouth full of food.
"Naughty, of course," said Nick, shaking his head. Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head sway dangerously, and he pulled his ruffled collar up a little to protect his neck. "Arguing about that again. He wants to come to the party, you know. Oh, it's impossible. You know how he is. He has no breeding at all. He throws anything he sees. We called a ghost meeting, and the fat friar wanted to give him a chance, but Bloody Barrow strongly disagreed. I think it was very wise of him to do so. "
Blood man Barlow was a ghost of Slythrin Academy. He was a skinny, taciturn ghost.
His body was covered with silver blood, a sign of the horrible experience he had before his death.
He was the strongest of all the ghosts, and in the Hogwarts, he was the only one who could really control Naughty.
"No wonder, we thought Naughty was angry about something. He was throwing water balls all over us in the hall," said Ron gloomily, "What was he doing in the kitchen?"
"Oh, the same old thing," Nick said, shrugging his shoulders, "Wreaking havoc and making a mess. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere, and the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The house-fairies were scared out of their wits. "
* Clang! *
Hermione knocked over her goblet of gold wine, and the pumpkin spilled all over the tablecloth.
It stained the white linen with an orange stain several feet long, but she ignored it.
Elwyn cursed inwardly. If Hermione knew that there were house-fairies in the Hogwarts, she would definitely bring up the theory of treating fairies well again.
For a while, Hermione would talk to Elwyn about it every few days. She thought she needed to do something for the house-fairies.
Hermione's ideas were not wrong, but they definitely would not work. Elwyn did not know how to persuade her.
When Hermione made up her mind to do something, she would not easily change her mind. She would definitely persevere to the end, no matter how difficult the road ahead was.
Elwyn knew this very well. He knew it was useless to persuade her to give up, so he could only choose to support her.
"There are house-fairies here?" Hermione stared at Nick in horror, "In the Hogwarts?"
"That goes without saying." Nick was a little surprised by her reaction. "There are more fairies in any house in England than here. There are more than a hundred of them."
"I haven't seen any of them!" Hermione said in disbelief. "I thought only Dobby was here."
"Oh, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said. "They come out at night to clean up, look after the stove, and so on. I mean, you shouldn't see them. The mark of a good house-fairy is that you don't even know they exist, right? "
Hermione stared at him, her eyes getting bigger and bigger, as if Nick had said something horrible.
"But do they get paid?" she asked. "Do they get holidays? And, do they get sick leave, allowances, everything? "
Nick chuckled. He laughed so hard that the wheel-shaped collar tilted and his head rolled off.
It hung there, dangling by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle that were still attached to his stomach.
"Sick leave and allowances?" He put his head back on his neck and fixed it with the wheel-shaped collar again. "House-Fairies don't need sick leave and allowances!"
Hermione looked down at the almost untouched food on her plate, then put her knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.
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