They shared a dream, a wish, and a bold plan to cultivate young wizards into talents. This is how Hogwarts School was founded. Each of these four great wizards established their own academy.
The students they teach have different ideas about the talents they value.
Gryffindor believes that the bravest people should receive the highest rewards; Ravenclaw believes that those with the smartest minds are always the most promising; Hufflepuff feels that those who work the hardest are the most qualified to enter.
Academy; and Slytherin, who is thirsty for power, likes those ambitious teenagers the most.
The four great wizards personally selected their favorite students when they were still alive, but when they were buried in the Nine Springs, how to select the talents among the students? It was Gryffindor who came up with the idea. He took me off his head.
, the four giants have all injected their thoughts into me, and from now on it will be up to me to select and evaluate! Okay, put me on your head, I have never looked past it, I want to take a look at your mind and judge whether you belong to
Which college!
After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the applause in the auditorium was still quite enthusiastic. Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment and began to assign houses to each student.
During the sorting process, Nick started chatting with Harry happily, but he consciously stayed away from Harry. When Nick talked about Peeves going to the restaurant to cause trouble, scaring the house elves into confusion, Hermione
Angry.
She stared at Nick with a horrified expression and asked, "There are also house elves in Hogwarts?"
Nick was very surprised and said: "Needless to say, I believe that there are not as many house elves in any house in the UK as here. There are more than a hundred, and then there is Qingqing's restaurant."
Hermione said in surprise: "I haven't seen any!"
Nick said: "They rarely leave the kitchen during the day. They come out at night to clean and tend to the stove and so on. You shouldn't see them, right? The sign of a good house elf is that you don't know him at all.
Exists, right?"
She asked again: "But do they get paid? Do they get holidays? Also, do they get sick leave, do they get allowances, do they get all that?"
Nick chuckled, because he laughed too hard, his round collar tilted, and his head rolled down, hanging by an inch or two of dead skin and muscle that was still connected to his stomach, dangling there: "Sick leave
And allowance?" He put his head back on his neck and fixed it with the wheel-shaped ruff: "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.
Ron said angrily: "Spare me, you will starve yourself to death and you won't get sick leave for them!"
Hermione's breathing became very heavy: "Slave labor, that's how this meal came about, slave labor!" Qingqing looked at Hermione, feeling very weak.
The rain continued to fall outside the window, and the thunder kept rattling the glass. A bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the golden plate. The first remaining food on the plate disappeared and was filled again in the blink of an eye.
Had sweet dessert.
Ron deliberately brought the delicious pie to Hermione and said: "Hermione, syrup pie, plum pudding, look, there is also chocolate cake!" Hermione glared at him, and that look suddenly reminded him of
Professor McGonagall, Ron immediately restrained himself.
Finally, the desserts were swept away, the last crumbs on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny again. At this time, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The hall was buzzing.
The buzzing of voices suddenly stopped, and only the pounding of the strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.
Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile: "Okay! Now that we have eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again. I want to announce a few announcements." Hermione was very dissatisfied with this.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, would like me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers and combo boomerangs. The whole list includes about four hundred and three
Seventeen items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office. Anyone who is interested can check them." After saying this, Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.
"As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students below the third grade in Hogsmeade are not allowed to visit. I also regret to tell you that this year
There will be no House Quidditch Cup. This is because a large event will start in October and last throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy, but I am sure you will all have a lot of fun doing it.
.I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a deafening thunder and the door of the auditorium slammed open. A man stood at the door, leaning on a long crutch and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. This guy was crazy.
Eye-catching Moody.
Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger. Suddenly a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, and Hermione took a breath of air. Moody's face was really horrible, with scars and big holes at the corners of his mouth.
, also has no nose, and his eyes move around.
One of his eyes is small, black and shiny; the other eye is very big, round like a coin, and is a bright blue. That blue eye never blinks.
It kept moving, turning up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye - later, the blue eye rolled over and penetrated into the man's head, and everyone could only see a big white eyeball.
Moody walked up to Dumbledore and stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something to the man to sit on his right.
on an empty seat.
Moody sat down, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages, raised it to his incomplete nose and smelled it. He took out a knife from his pocket
, poked one end of a sausage in and ate it. His normal eye was staring at the sausage, but his blue eye was still moving around in the eye socket, looking at the auditorium and the classmates.
Dumbley broke the silence and introduced: "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody." A group of students were obviously frightened by Moody's appearance.