Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 510: Slave labor

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After a few seconds, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of new student.

I put another tattered, dirty, patched wizard(s) cap on the stool.

Everyone looked at it, and for a time, there was silence in the auditorium.

Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.

This time, Sorting Hat described the story of the four founders co-creating Hogwarts.

The qualities of the four of them, and the different qualities that the four of them value young wizard(s) should have.

Gryffindor is unparalleled in courage, Ravenclaw is extraordinary ingenuity, Hufflepuff is diligent and hardworking.

The Slytherin looks at those young people who desire power and strength and have ambitions.

These lyrics are cleverly designed, and I do n’t know how Sorting Hat came up.

When it finished singing, there was a warm applause in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall immediately unrolled a large roll of parchment and looked at young wizard(s) in front of him seriously.

"When I call the name, whoever puts the hat on his head and sits on the stool." She said to new first years, "When the hat announces House , go to the corresponding table."

Under the auspices of Professor McGonagall, new first years with a nervous expression was successively assigned to four houses.

As long as they put Sorting Hat on top of their heads, it will immediately call out the name of House that young wizard(s) should go to.

This year's Sorting ceremony went smoothly. Ivan still remembers that he spent a long time.

As a piece of legendary magical artifact(s), Sorting Hat has a part of the thoughts of the four founders.

It can use a spiritual spell to instantly see the various ideas hidden in the heart of a young wizard(s) and judge accordingly.

Ivan suspects that if any young wizard(s) has mastered mental protection spells such as Occlusion, and its power is stronger than Sorting Hat, its magic will not work. Of course, there has not been such a young wizard(s) so far.

"Dennis Creevey!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

Little Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, always tripped by Hagrid's mole coat.

It was just then that Hagrid sneaked into the auditorium from a door behind the staff desk.

Hagrid is twice as big as ordinary people, and at least three times as big as ordinary people, with long black hair and black beard tangled in a mess.

His appearance is a little scary, which often gives people the wrong impression.

But everyone familiar with him knows that Hagrid actually has a very loving heart.

He blinked at Ivan and sat down at the end of the staff table, watching Dennis Creevey put on Sorting Hat.

The crack in the brim opened and said aloud, "Gryffindor!"

Colin gave a sigh of relief, and began to clap his hands hard.

In the applause of everyone, Dennis was radiant with joy.

He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with everyone.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" He said with a throat in a vacant seat, "It's wonderful! Something in the water caught me and pushed me back to the boat." ! "

"It's cool!" said Colin, and was as excited as his brother, "probably giant squid, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis cried.

He was just thrown into a stormy, unpredictable lake, and was pushed out by a huge lake monster.

He felt that this was an experience that no one would dare to dream of.

If he knew that Ivan was about to prepare to communicate with Merpeople in that lake, he did n’t know how he would feel.

The Sorting ceremony continued, and the new student men and women faced with varying degrees of fear on the three-legged stool one by one.

The team is slowly decreasing, Professor McGonagall has finished reading all the names on the list.

"Oh, hurry up." Ron moaned, rubbing his stomach with his hands.

"Ron, Sorting ceremony is much more important than eating." Nearly Headless Nick said dissatisfiedly.

"You are a dead person, of course you would say that." Ron retorted.

Nick looks a little unhappy. Instead of answering his words, he turns to Ivan and whispers.

Finally, with the call of Kevin Whitby being assigned to Hufflepuff, the Sorting ceremony finally ended.

Professor McGonagall picked up Sorting Hat and the small stool and took them away.

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

"I only have two words to tell you." His thick voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"

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

Every young wizard(s) begins to eat big, and Nick looks at them sadly as they put the food on the plate.

The sentence Ron just seemed to touch him. He has n’t tasted the taste of food for hundreds of years.

"You're in luck, this evening's banquet was almost out of soup!" Nick stared at the big steak in front of Ivan. "Earlier in the kitchen."

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

"Naturally Peeves is making trouble." Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head shake dangerously. He quickly pulled the wheel-shaped collar up a little to protect his neck, "again for that one Things are arguing, you know, he wants to attend the banquet. Alas, this is impossible, you know that his virtues are completely uncultivated, and he throws everywhere when he eats. We held a ghost meeting, but Fat Friar advocates Give him this opportunity, but The Bloody Baron strongly disagrees, I think he is very wise to do so. "

The Bloody Baron is the ghost of Slytherin's, a skinny and reticent ghost.

He was covered with silver blood stains, foreshadowing the horrible experience before his death.

He is the most powerful of all ghosts. In Hogwarts, only he can really control Peeves.

"No wonder, we think Peeves seems angry at why, he threw water polo **** all over us in the hall." Ron said sullenly, "What did he do in the kitchen?"

"Oh, it's the same old school," Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's messy and messy. The pots and pans are thrown everywhere, and the whole kitchen is flooded with soup. The domestic little elf / pixie(s)s are scared Six Gods Without Lord ... "

Come on! ! !

Hermione overturned her tall gold goblet, the pumpkin method was constantly poured on the tablecloth.

Stained a piece of orange on the white linen, which was several feet long, but she ignored it.

Ivan is secretly bad, let Hermione know that Hogwarts has a domestic little elf / pixie(s), she must mention the theory of treating little elf / pixie(s) again.

Since this period, Hermione has talked about this matter with Ivan every three times, and she thinks that she needs to do something for the family little elf / pixie(s).

The ideas of Hermione cannot be said to be wrong, but it definitely does not work, and Ivan does not know how to persuade her.

When Hermione is determined to do one thing, it will not change easily, and it will stick to the end, no matter how difficult the road ahead is.

Ivan has a deep understanding of this, knowing that it is useless to persuade her to give up, she can only choose to support it.

"Is there a domestic little elf / pixie(s) here?" Hermione stared at Nick in horror, "Just in Hogwarts?"

"That's enough to say." Nick was a little surprised by her response. "There is no more little elf / pixie(s) in any house in the UK than here, there are more than one hundred."

"I haven't seen any of them!" Hermione said in disbelief, "I thought only Dobby was in ..."

"Oh, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said, "Get out to clean at night and take care of the stove. I mean, you shouldn't see them. The sign of little elf / pixie(s) is that you do n’t know his existence at all, right? "

Hermione glared at him, his eyes widened, as if Nick said something horrible.

"But do they get paid?" she asked. "Do they have vacations? Also, do they have sick leave, allowances, everything?"

Nick giggled. He laughed so hard that his wheel-shaped wrinkle crooked and his head rolled down.

Dangling by the dead skin and muscles that are still connected to the stomach by an inch or two, dangling there.

"Sick leave and allowance?" He put his head back on his neck and fixed it with a rounded collar, "Do not need sick leave and allowance for domestic little elf / pixie(s)!"

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

"Slave labor!" Her breath became very heavy, and she said in disgust, "This is how the meal came from. Slave labor, I knew what was going on. It turns out that what we eat every day is shameless. Coming. "(To be continued.)