Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The sorting ceremony ended quickly. Except that Colin Creevey’s younger brother, Dennis Creevey, was also sorted into Gryffindor House this year, there was nothing particularly noteworthy——

When the Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor!" Dennis Creevey's face lit up with joy. He took off his hat, placed it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with his brother.

At this time, Harry, Tiera and other Gryffindor students also clapped.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" Dennis Creevey sat down on an empty seat and said in a high voice, "It's wonderful! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back On board!”

"How cool!" said Colin, who was as excited as his brother. The two brothers seemed to be carved from the same mold. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"

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

"Dennis! Dennis! Do you see that boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses? Do you see it? Do you know who he is, Dennis?" Colin Creevey pointed at Harry and said -

This made Harry look away in embarrassment and stared hard at the Sorting Hat.

"You know, Harry." At this time, Tiera said a little maliciously, "At the end of this semester, you will be more famous than ever."

"Ah?" Harry obviously didn't respond, "Why?"

"Hehe." Tiera smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at the Sorting Hat.

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

The team was slowly dwindling, and Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names starting with L on the list.

"Oh, come on," Ron groaned, rubbing his belly with his hands.

"I said, Ron, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating." Nearly headless Nick said.

At this time, Laura Madeley was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Of course you would say that if you were a dead person," Ron retorted.

"I hope that the new students in Gryffindor this year will all be outstanding talents." Nearly Headless Nick said - then Natalie McDonald joined the Gryffindor table, Nick applauded enthusiastically, "We are not willing to break We have the momentum to win, right?”

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

"Graham Pritchard!"

"Slytherin!"

"Ola Quirk!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Finally, the sorting ceremony ended with the cry that Kevin Whitby was sorted into Hufflepuff.

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

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

Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I only have two words to say to you -" he said, his rich voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

"Okay, okay!" Ron cheered loudly, holding up his knife and fork, and watched as the empty plates were suddenly filled with food magically.

Nearly Headless Nick looked at Ron sadly, as if he felt sad for the behavior of some Gryffindor students nowadays who value food more than honor.

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

"You know, you guys are lucky, tonight's banquet almost came to nothing." Nearly Headless Nick said, "There was a mess in the kitchen earlier."

"Why? What's going on?" Harry mumbled, holding a large piece of steak in his mouth.

"Of course Peeves is causing trouble." Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head shake dangerously - he quickly pulled the wheel ruff up a little to protect his neck, "and for that There was a lot of quarreling, you know, he wanted to go to the banquet...well, that was impossible, you know his character, completely uneducated, throwing food everywhere when he saw it, we had a meeting of ghosts, the fat monk I would rather give him this chance, but Bloody Barro firmly disagrees. I think it is very wise for him to do so."

"No wonder, we just think Peeves is angry about something." Ron said gloomily. "What did he do in the kitchen?"

"Oh, it's the same old thing," Nick said with a shrug. "Wreak havoc and make a mess. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere, and the whole kitchen was flooded with soup. The house elves were scared to death - —”

Bang——

Hermione knocked over her goblet of gin, and the pumpkin spray poured onto the tablecloth, staining the white linen with orange for several feet, but Hermione ignored it.

"There are house elves here too?" She stared at Nick in horror and asked, "In Hogwarts?"

"Of course," Nearly Headless Nick said, a little surprised by her reaction, "I believe there are not as many house elves in any house in the UK as there are here. There are more than a hundred."

"I haven't seen any!" said Hermione.

"Well, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said. "They come out at night to clean up... tend the stove and stuff... I mean, you're not supposed to see them, are you? A The sign of a good house-elf is that you don't even know he exists, right?"

Hermione stared at him as if that was something

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

Nick chuckled, he laughed so hard that his round collar tilted, and his head rolled down, hanging dangling there by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle that was still connected to his belly.

"Sick leave and allowance?" he said, putting his head back on his neck and fixing it with the wheel collar. "House elves don't need sick leave and allowance!"

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

"How do you feel, Hermione?" Tiera continued to cut the steak and said, "How do you feel? All the convenience and enjoyment I once had were based on the exploitation of other people."

"The blood and sweat of house elves is evident in every bite of steak we eat and every piece of food we enjoy."

"The entire wizarding society is built on the bones of countless other intelligent beings." Tiera cut off another piece of steak and said, "No matter how they whitewash peace, no matter how much they praise the so-called 'loyalty' of the house elves, , one thing cannot be changed——"

"This is slavery! This is complete slavery." 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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