"You didn't listen to me when I told you to eat. You must be hungry now."
Sitting at Hufflepuff's long table, Jon listened to Stephen's rumbling stomach and took out two chocolate frogs from his robe pocket.
"Here, eat this and hold on for a while."
Stephen took it and quietly opened it. He stuffed the chocolate frogs into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, and then he became even hungrier.
"Do you have more?"
"No."
Jon was also very helpless. He had only brought two because he was afraid that he would be hungry and wanted to give them to himself. He didn't expect that Stephen would be hungry.
He really thought that Stephen wasn't hungry.
Fortunately, the new students came in very quickly and the sorting ceremony started soon.
"That's Harry Potter. The red-haired one next to him is the youngest son of the Weasley family."
Stephen nodded. There wasn't much to see at the sorting ceremony. The students of each school were welcoming the new students, and Fran and Scully were no exception.
Jon and Stephen were more indifferent. Their seats were at the back, and they were really tired.
Stephen was sleepy and hungry, and needless to say, Jon had been greeting the professors at the professor's table ever since he sat down. He first nodded to Professor Sprout, then smiled at Professor Flick, Snape's cold face gave Jon some expression, and finally to Dumbledore. Jon said that he would be there as soon as possible, but he didn't know if Dumbledore understood.
"I guess not."
Stephen looked at Jon's stiff face and suddenly felt that he wasn't that hungry anymore.
"It's so far away. Dumbledore's energy is used to take care of that kid."
He raised his head and used his chin to point at Harry Potter, who was sitting on a chair and preparing for the sorting ceremony. "Look, the principal's eyes never left him."
Jon didn't intend to pay attention to this guy at all. He realized that anyone who stayed around him for a long time would have a talent for gloating.
Béla was an example, and now Stephen was also an example.
Once this person was in the mood, he didn't feel any hunger. Fran and Scully, who were sitting opposite, heard the noise and stopped welcoming the new students. Both of their four ears leaned over.
"Which school do you think he'll go to?"
Stephen said softly, "It should be Gryffindor."
"I think it might be Slythrin," Fran replied softly.
Feren also responded softly. It was too boring for everyone to guess at the same academy.
Scully expressed his support for Fran's idea.
"Gryffindor, Dumbledore's direct subordinates are all there. It's impossible for them to go elsewhere."
Jon's head turned back and gossiped in a very low voice. "The Potter family is the eternal Gryffindor the Weasley family, and from what I know, that little Malfools' from Slythrin Slythre, '''s's... it he he he want to go to Slythrin Slythre.."
Thus, there was no more debate. As Jon's roommate, everyone was well aware that the sorting hat could be influenced by one's will.
Indeed, it didn't take long for the sorting hat to shout Gryffindor's name.
The Gryffindor students cheered loudly, but the other three academies were indifferent.
"The factions between the academies are too obvious. But do we still need to develop the new students?"
Stephen was naturally not talking about the association, but the mission given to him by Helga.
"Not for the time being. Just pick some from our academy. If you teach them well, they might not be worse than the other academies. Just take note of one thing."
Jon said softly, "People have to be trustworthy, and don't let them know what we're going to do. Eddy can also take action and try to get some Ravenclaw students. As for the other two academies, just ignore them and let them fight."
"Don't worry. What do you think I've been doing at home all this time?"
Stephen appeared to have a well-thought-out plan. He had studied various organizational skills and operational standards at home for a month. Now, he felt that there were countless inspirations and plans in his mind that were responding to his call. In addition, when he thought of the benefits that Helga had promised him, his energy began to flourish. Every cell in his body was mobilized. He couldn't wait to start investigating the more useful people among the freshmen.
"Don't be so impatient. There's a saying in Huaxia called 'take it slow.' It means that everything has to be done slowly. Oh, yes. Have you started learning the foreign language that I told you about? "
"I'm already learning it."
Stephen held it in for a while before saying a sentence in Huaxia language that was a little strange, but the meaning was more or less understandable. "But it's too difficult."
"Take it slow, take it slow."
Jon was very pleased with Stephen's hard work. There was no need to rush learning a foreign language. He would be able to master it in two to three years. During this time, he could even read some books that he could understand to build his foundation.
The sorting ceremony ended very quickly. Professor Mag rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat, and left.
Principal Dumbledore stood up and began his speech. His speech was no different from the previous years. Everyone started cheering, but Jon just laughed it off.
After that, the food began to be served.
The food this year was very rich. There was almost twice as much variety as Jon's first year. There were roast beef, roast chicken, roast pork chops, roast lamb chops, sausages, steaks, potato chips, pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and even mint candies.
"Even mint candies are served?"
Stephen grabbed two big chicken drumsticks and ate them with grease all over his mouth. He was really starving. He had just forgotten that he was hungry, but it didn't mean that he wasn't hungry. Now that the hunger from before had multiplied, he couldn't care less about his table manners.
Fortunately, the students in the auditorium were all like this, and the little elves' culinary skills had improved. Even though Jon had eaten so much in the car, he couldn't help but feel hungry now.
It would be great if there was rice.
"I guess the little elves served the wrong dishes. They made one or two mistakes, and then they made up for their mistakes and served the rest of the dishes," Scully said.
He was intoxicated by the battle with the sausages and steaks. His mouth was stuffed so full that Feren had to give him water.
"Don't eat in such a hurry. There will be dessert later. If you eat so quickly, you will feel uncomfortable if you eat ice cream later," Feren said.
Chown, on the other hand, was happy and at ease. He even raised his fork and greeted Cedric.
A new semester has begun. It seems that everyone who doesn't know about Voldemort is having a good time!
Jon smiled silently.
His second year had finally begun. It must be a new year full of joy and excitement.
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