Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall placed a tripod on the ground in front of the freshman.

Another wrecked, dirty, patch-filled witch hat was placed on the stool.

Everyone looked at it, for a moment, silent in the auditorium.

Then the hat opened up along a nearby crack like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.

This time, the House Hat tells the story of the four founders who co-founded Hogwarts.

The qualities of the four of them, and the different qualities that the four of them value as little wizards, should have.

Gryffindor sees unparalleled courage, Ravenclaw is too smart, and Hecky Patch is hard-working and hard working.

Slytherin, on the other hand, sees young people who aspire to power and power and who have ambitions.

These lyrics are all cleverly designed, and I don't know how the cap came up with them.

When it was finished, a warm round of applause sounded in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall rolled up a big roll of parchment paper and looked seriously at the little wizard in front of him.

“When I call out whose name, I put the hat on my head and sit on the bench.” She said to the freshman in the first year, "When the hat announces the college, go sit at the corresponding table. ”

Under the chairmanship of Professor McGonagall, tense freshmen of the first grade were gradually divided into four colleges.

As soon as they put the cap on top of their head, it immediately shouts the name of the college the little wizard should go to.

The house ceremony went well this year, and Ivan remembered that it took him a long time.

As a legendary magical object, the cap is part of the idea of the four founders.

It can be judged by using a psychic spell that instantly reveals the ideas hidden deep in the little wizard's heart.

Ivan wonders which little wizard has mastered mental defense spells like brain closure and is stronger than a branch cap, then its magic will not work. Of course, so far no such little wizard has emerged.

“Dennis Creevy!” Professor McGonagall shouted.

Little Dennis Creevey fell and walked forward, always stuck by Hagrid's mole skin coat.

It just so happens that Hagrid himself snuck into the auditorium through a door behind the instructor's table.

Hagrid's head is twice that of a normal person, at least three times that of a normal person, and his long black hair and blackbeard are tangled together in chaos.

His appearance was somewhat frightening, which often gave the wrong impression.

But as anyone familiar with him knows, Hagrid actually has a very loving heart.

He blinked at Ivan and sat at the end of the instructor's table, watching Dennis Creevey put on the cap.

The crack along the top of the hat opened and said out loud, "Gryffindor! ”

Colin sighed in relief and began clapping his hands with a strong leader.

In your applause, Dennis glowed with joy.

He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and rushed over and sat with everyone.

“Colin, I fell into the lake!” He sat his ass in an empty seat and said with a sharp voice, "Fantastic! Something grabbed me in the water and pushed me back into the boat! ”

“Cool!” Colin said he was as excited as his brother, "Probably a giant squid, Dennis! ”

“Wow!” Dennis screamed.

He was just thrown into a windy, unpredictable lake and pushed out by a giant lake monster.

He feels that this is an experience that no one dares to dream about.

If he knew that Ivan was about to go into that lake to communicate with the mermaids, he didn't know what it would feel like.

The courtyard ceremony continued, and the newcomers, men and women, faced with varying degrees of fear, walked one foot after the other to the tripod.

The team was slowly reduced and Professor McGonagall had finished all the names on the list.

“Oh, come on.” Ron moaned and rubbed his stomach with his hands.

“Ron, the house ceremony is much more important than eating.” Nearly Headless Nick said with dissatisfaction.

“You're a dead man, of course.” Ron rebutted.

Nick seemed a little unhappy, not answering his words, but instead talking to Ivan in a low voice.

Finally, as Kevin Whitby was divided into Hufflepuff shouts, the house ceremony ended.

Professor McGonagall picked up the caps and stools and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up and looked at all the students with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcoming gesture.

“I only have two words to say to you.” His thick voice echoed in the auditorium, "eat! ”

The next second, the empty dishes in front of you suddenly and magically filled with food.

Every little wizard starts eating, and Nick looks sadly at them and puts them on a plate.

Ron seemed touched by what he had just said, and he hadn't tasted food in centuries.

“Lucky for you, tonight's banquet was almost soup!” Nick stared at the big steak in front of Ivan, "earlier in the kitchen there was a mess. ”

“Why, what's going on?” Harry asked vaguely, his mouth was full of food.

“Naturally it's the pimpy ghosts who are messing around.” Nick said, shook his head, which made his head shake dangerously, and he quickly pulled the wrinkled collar up a little bit to cover his neck, "and argued over the matter again, as you know, he wanted to go to the party. Alas, this is impossible, you know his virtue, no upbringing at all, throwing food everywhere when you see it. We had a ghost meeting, and Fat Brother insisted on giving him this opportunity, but Bloody Barlow strongly disagreed, and I think it was wise for him to do so. ”

Bloody Barrow is the ghost of Slytherin College, a lean, silent ghost.

He was covered in silver blood, heralding the horrible experience he had had before his death.

He's the strongest of all ghosts, and in Hogwarts, he's the only one who can truly control Pippi.

“No wonder we feel like Pippi is angry about something and he throws water balloons all over us in the hall.” Ron grumbled and said, "What did he do in the kitchen? ”

“Oh, it's the same old trick,” Nick shrugged his shoulder and said, "messing up and messing up. The pots and ladypots were thrown everywhere and the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The Pokémon are scared to death..."

Dang!!

Hermione knocked over her high-footed gin glass and the pumpkin method continued to pour over the tablecloth.

The white linen was stained with orange yellow, several feet long, but she ignored it.

Evan secretly told Hermione that Hogwarts had a home for elves, and she was definitely going to bring up that elf-friendly theory again.

Hermione has been talking to Ivan about this for some time now, and she thinks she needs to do something for the elves.

Hermione couldn't say it was wrong, but it would never work, and Ivan didn't know how to persuade her.

When Hermione is determined to do one thing, it will not change easily and will surely follow through, no matter how difficult the path may be.

Evan knew this and knew that it was useless to persuade her to give up, so she had to choose to support it.

“Do you have a home for elves?” Hermione stares at Nick in horror, "right in Hogwarts? ”

“That goes without saying.” Nick was somewhat surprised by her reaction, "there are no more Pokemon in any home in England, more than a hundred. ”

“I haven't seen any!” Hermione couldn't believe it, “I thought only Dobby was in...”

“Oh, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, do they?” Nick said, "come out at night to clean up and take care of the stove or something. I mean, you shouldn't have seen them, a good home for the elves sign that you didn't even know he existed, right? ”

Hermione stared at him and his eyes grew bigger, as if Nick had said something horrible.

“But do they get paid?” She asked, "Do they have a vacation? And they have sick leave, allowances, everything? ”

Nick giggled, he laughed so hard, his wrinkled collar twisted, his head rolled down.

Hanged by dead skin and muscles that are still attached to the stomach by an inch or two, hanging loosely there.

“Sick leave and benefits?” He lifted his head back to his neck and secured it again with a wrinkle collar. "No sick leave or allowance is needed to raise the elvish! ”

Hermione looked down at the almost untouched food on her plate, then placed the knife and fork on the plate and pushed the plate away.

“Slave labour!” Her breath became very heavy, and she said reluctantly, "That's how this meal came, slave labor, so I knew what was going on. So what we eat every day is shameful. ”