The sorting ceremony ended soon. Except this year, Colin Creevey's younger brother, Dennis Creevey, was also sorted into Gryffindor House, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy--

Dennis Creevey, beaming with joy when the Sorting Hat had finished shouting "Gryffindor," took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with his brother.

At this time, Harry, Tiera and other Gryffindor classmates also applauded.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" Dennis Creevey shrieked, sitting on an empty seat, "That's amazing! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back On the boat!"

"That's cool!" Colin said, as excited as his brother, who looked like they were carved out of a mold. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis yelled. He had just been thrown into a turbulent and unfathomable lake, and was pushed out by a huge lake monster. He felt that this was an experience no one could even dream of. .

"Dennis! Dennis! See that boy over there? The one with the dark hair and glasses? See? Do you know who he is, Dennis?" Colin Creevey said, pointing at Harry—

This made Harry look away in embarrassment, staring hard at the Sorting Hat.

"You know what? Harry." Tiera said a little maliciously at this time. "You'll be more famous than ever by the end of this term."

"Huh?" Harry apparently didn't respond. "Why?"

"Hehe." Tiera smiled and didn't say anything, but turned her eyes to the Sorting Hat,

The sorting ceremony continued, and the freshmen, male and female, walked one by one to the three-legged stools with varying degrees of fear on their faces.

The team was slowly shrinking, and Professor McGonagall had finished reading the L-switched names on the list.

"Oh, come on," Ron moaned, rubbing his stomach with his hands.

"I said, Ron, the sorting ceremony was much more important than the meal," Nick said, almost headless.

At this time, Laura Madelei was assigned to Hufflepuff.

"You're dead, of course you would say that," Ron retorted.

"I hope this year's freshmen in Gryffindor are all good people." Nick said, almost headless - when Natalie MacDonald joined the Gryffindor table, Nick applauded enthusiastically, "We don't want to break Our momentum to win, isn't it?"

Gryffindor has won the Academy Cup three years in a row.

"Graham Pritchard!"

"Slytherin!"

"Olaquilque!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Finally, with the cry of Kevin Whitby being sorted to Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony was over.

Professor McGonagall picked up the sorting hat and the stool and took them away.

"It's time." Ron said, grabbing his knife and fork, looking eagerly at the golden dish in front of him.

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

"I only have two words to tell you—" he said, his deep voice echoing in the auditorium. "Eat!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Ron cheered loudly, holding his knife and fork, and saw those empty dishes suddenly filled with food miraculously.

Nearly headless Nick looked at Ron mournfully, as if saddened by the fact that some of today's Gryffindor students value food more than honor.

"Ah, it's much better now," Ron said vaguely, stuffing a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"You know, you're lucky, tonight's banquet almost went to waste," Nick said, almost headless. "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier."

"Why? What's going on?" Harry muttered, with a large steak in his mouth.

"Naturally Peeves is messing around," Nick said, shaking his head, which shook his head dangerously—he hurriedly pulled the wheeled collar up a little to protect his neck, "and for that one. Quarreling about things, you know, he wanted to go to a banquet... ugh, that's impossible, you know how virtuous he is, he's utterly uneducated, he throws everything he eats when he sees it, we had a ghost meeting, fat friar I would like to give him this chance, but the **** Barrow firmly disagrees, and I think it is very wise for him to do so." Xie Ru xindingdianxsw.net Xie Ru

"No wonder we thought Peeves was mad about something," said Ron sullenly. "What was he doing in the kitchen?"

"Oh, it's the same thing," Nick said with a shrug. "It's a total mess. Pots and pans are thrown all over the place, and the whole kitchen is flooded with soup. The house-elves are terrified— —”

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Hermione knocked over her goblet, and the pumpkin trick poured over and over on the tablecloth, staining the white linen with a sliver of orange, several feet long, but Hermione ignored it.

"There are house-elves here too?" she asked, glaring at Nick in horror. "Just at Hogwarts?"

"It goes without saying," said the almost headless Nick, somewhat surprised by her reaction, "I don't believe there are as many house-elves in any house in the UK. There are over a hundred."

"I've never seen one!" said Hermione.

"Oh, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said, "Come out at night to clean up...take care of the stove or something...I mean ~lightnovelpub.net~ you shouldn't see them Yeah, right? The mark of a good house-elf is that you don't even know he exists, right?"

Hermione stared at him like that was something

"But do they get paid?" she asked. "Do they get vacations? And...do they get sick leave, allowances, all that?"

Nick giggled, and he laughed so hard, his wheel wrinkled collar crooked and his head rolled off, hanging lounging by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle still attached to his stomach.

"Sick leave and stipend?" he said, resting his head on his neck and securing it with the wheel collar again. "House elves don't need sick leave and stipends!"

Hermione looked down at the barely touched food on her plate, then put the knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away. Mi He Mi

"How does it feel, Hermione?" Tiera continued, cutting the steak. "How does it feel? All the convenience and enjoyment I have ever enjoyed is based on the exploitation of others."

"Every bite of steak, every bite of food we eat, is tinged with the blood and sweat of house-elves."

"The entire wizarding community is built on the bones of countless other intelligent beings," Tiera said, cutting another steak. "No matter how much they paint the peace, no matter how much they praise the so-called 'loyalty' of the house-elves. , there is one thing that cannot be changed—"

"This is slavery! This is slavery through and through." Tiera said firmly to Hermione, "This is an extremely deformed and sinful government, this is... a land where the flowers of evil bloom!"

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