Elwyn gave Carter a simple explanation. He felt that the topic of raising elves could be left to Hermione. He believed that she would be very willing to talk to her juniors about raising elves, how to interact with them, how to treat them and how to help them … …
Elwyn's mind surfaced the scene of all the new students sitting together obediently while Hermione lectured them.
Following this train of thought, he continued to think.
He felt the need to gather all the new students and explain to them the rules of the school and the things they should pay attention to.
There was a saying that goes, you must nurture them from scratch and help these kids establish a correct outlook on life, values and the world.
The Hogwarts did not have such a tradition, but since he was the student council president, he could try to make a change.
While Elwyn was taking care of the cute juniors, they were still discussing the matter of the sorting hat warning.
"What did you want to say before the sorting?" Hermione asked the almost headless Nick. She took a sugar cake for herself and one for Elwyn. "Is it about the warning from the hat? What happened eight hundred years ago? "
"Oh, at that time, our relationship with the centaurs in the forbidden forest was not as good as it is now. Their overall strength was much stronger than now. They suddenly launched an attack on the Hogwarts and we had no choice but to activate the castle's defensive magic … …"
"Umm, after knowing the consequences." Ron said.
His mouth was stuffed to the brim, being able to make a sound was already very impressive.
"Sorry, what did you say?" Nick looked at him enviously. Ron was practically wolfing down his roasted potatoes.
"He said we know about this matter." When they obtained the key to Gryffindor's secret treasure, Elwyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione found out about the centaur incident from the illusion magic left behind by the centaur elder and Gryffindor.
Back then, the Hogwarts were indeed in great danger, facing an unprecedented crisis. Under the influence of the Evil God, the crazed Fallen Horsemen killed almost all of the creatures in the forest, collecting their flesh and blood to offer to the Evil God, summoning it to descend into this world.
In the end, they even began to attack the school.
"Did the hat give any other warning than that?"
"Oh, there were a few times. There was once when a group of powerful dark wizards attacked the Hogwarts …" Nick shifted his gaze away from Ron. He had already started eating the chicken leg and ribs. "The Sorting Hat always warns the school when it feels that the school is in danger. Of course, its advice is the same every time: unite as one, maintain internal stability. "
As long as they were united, the Hogwarts could overcome all dangers and difficulties.
"Why is the moon less dangerous?" Ron raised his head and asked.
"Can't you speak properly!" Hermione said discontentedly, looking at him with a face full of disgust.
"It's just a hat, how would it know that the school is in danger?" Ron said, swallowing the food in his mouth.
"I don't know," Nick said. "Of course, it's in the headmaster's office all the time, so I'm sure it's heard something there. That hat has a mind. It could talk to you all day if it wanted to."
Hearing this, the freshmen sitting around them let out another gasp of surprise.
When Hermione and Ron talked to the ghost, they listened quietly, their faces full of respect, not daring to interrupt.
Many of these freshmen came from Muggle families, they knew nothing about the world of magic, and everything they saw was magical. Some came from wizarding families, they heard their parents talk about the Hogwarts, but they still did not know much about it.
Regardless, the president of the student council, the prefect and Harry were all high and mighty figures to them.
The ghost in front of them seemed to be very familiar with them, and it kept floating around, which was enough to prove it.
There were hundreds of people at Gryffindor's table, but Nick, who was almost headless, only talked to a few of them.
To the freshmen, this was probably the embodiment of authority and status.
However, the next topic left them dumbfounded!
"Eh, it wants people from all four schools to be friends?" Harry said, looking towards Slytherin's table, where Draco Malfoy was talking, "If you ask me, the possibility of this is very small."
"You shouldn't have this attitude," Nick said reproachfully, "Peaceful coexistence, cooperation, this is the key. Although we ghosts belong to different schools, we have always maintained a close friendship, even though the competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin is fierce, I have never dreamed of quarreling with the Bloody Barlow. "
"That's because you're afraid of him," Ron said.
Nick, who was almost headless, looked like he was greatly insulted, and looked at Ron angrily.
"Afraid? I believe, I, Sir Nicholas de Mincy Poppington, have never made the mistake of being timid in my life, and have never retreated, I have noble blood flowing in my veins … "
"What blood?" Ron asked, "You definitely don't have any more."
"That's a figure of speech!" Nick was extremely angry, his head shaking dangerously on his half-cut neck, "I think, I can still enjoy the freedom to speak as I please, even though I no longer have the joy of eating and drinking! But I'm used to my classmates joking about my death, I can tell you! "
"Nick, you know, he's not really laughing at you!" Hermione said hurriedly, angrily rolling her eyes at Ron.
There are many people around, can't this guy set a good example like Elwyn?!
Unfortunately, Ron's mouth was about to explode again.
He could only mutter, "I didn't mean to laugh at you," and Nick seemed to think this apology was too light.
He glared at Ron angrily, flew into the air, adjusted his feathered hat, and left them to float to the other end of the table, sitting in the middle of a group of second-year students, who seemed to be telling a joke and were laughing.
"Look at what you've done, Ron!" Hermione said sternly.
"What?" Ron finally swallowed the food in his mouth, and said indignantly, "Am I not even allowed to ask a simple question now?"
"Alright, stop it," Hermione said angrily, and turned around to join the conversation between Elwyn and Kate.
"Ridiculous!" Ron muttered, and also began to chat with Lavender, who was sitting across from him.
Harry, who was sitting between the two, smiled helplessly, and looked at the new student who was also looking up at him in shock.
So this is the Prefect, speaking without any scruples …
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