Vol 2 Chapter 510: Slave labor

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new student.
On the stool, a shabby, dirty, and patched wizard's hat was placed on the stool.
Everyone looked at it, and for a time, the auditorium was silent.
Then, a crack near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.
This time, the division hat described the story of the four founders co-founding Hogwarts.
The qualities of the four of them, and the four qualities that they value, should have different qualities.
Gryffindor is looking for unparalleled courage. Ravenclaw is an extraordinary talent. Hufflepuff is hardworking and hardworking.
Slytherin looks at teenagers who are eager for power and strength and ambitious.
These lyrics are very cleverly designed, and I don’t know how the hat is coming out.
When it was finished, there was a warm applause in the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall immediately unfolded a large roll of parchment and looked seriously at the little wizard in front of him.
"When I call her name, whoever puts the hat on her head and sits on the stool." She said to the freshman, "When the hat announces the college, I will sit at the corresponding table."
Under the auspices of Professor McGonagall, the first-year freshmen who were nervous were divided into four colleges by six.
As soon as they put the cap on the top of the head, it immediately shouts out the name of the college the little wizard should go to.
This year's branch ceremony was going very well, and Ai Wen remembered that it took a long time.
As a legendary magic item, the division hat has a part of the thoughts of the four founders.
It can use a spiritual spell to instantly see the ideas hidden inside a small wizard and judge it accordingly.
Ai Wen suspects that if a little wizard masters a mental protection spell such as cerebral occlusion, and the power is stronger than the division hat, then its magic will not work. Of course, there have been no such small wizards so far.
"Dennis Clive!" shouted Professor McGonagall.
Little Dennis Krivy stumbled forward and was always caught by Hagrid's Mole fur coat.
It happened that at this time, Hagrid sneaked into the auditorium from outside the door behind the faculty desk.
Hagrid is twice as big as an ordinary person, and the head is at least three times as many as an ordinary person. The long blackheads and black beards are tangled together.
His appearance is a bit scary, which often makes people have the wrong impression.
But everyone familiar with him knows that Hagrid actually has a very loving heart.
He blinked at Avon, sat down at the end of the teacher's desk, and watched Dennis Clive wearing a cap.
The crack on the brim opened and shouted, "Gryffindor!"
Colin gave a sigh of relief and began to force the leader to slap.
In the applause of everyone, Dennis was happy to shine.
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 sat down in an empty seat and said with a pointed voice. "It's so wonderful! There is something in the water that grabbed me and pushed me back to the boat!"
"It's so cool!" Colin said, and he was as excited as his brother. "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"
"Wow!" Dennis called.
He was just thrown into a stormy, unfathomable lake and was introduced by a huge lake monster.
He feels that this is an experience that no one can dream of even dreaming.
If he knew that Ai Wen was about to prepare to go to the lake to communicate with the mermaid, I don't know what to think.
The branch ceremony continued, and the men and women of the men and women had different degrees of fear on their faces, one by one to the three-legged stool.
The team slowly reduced, and Professor McGonagall had read all the names on the list.
"Oh, hurry up," Ron muttered, rubbing his stomach with his hand.
"Ron, the branch ceremony is much more important than eating." Nick, who was almost headless, said dissatisfied.
"You are a dead person, of course, you will say that." Ron retorted.
Nick looked a little unhappy, not answering his words, but instead whispered to Ai Wen.
Finally, as Kevin Whitby was screamed at Hufflepuff, the ceremony was finally over.
Professor McGonagall picked up the yard hats and stools and took them away.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and looked at all the classmates 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!"
In the next second, the empty plate in front of everyone suddenly filled the food with magic.
Every little wizard began to eat and eat, and Nick sorrowfully glared at them to put the food on the plate.
Ron’s words seemed to be very touching to him. He has not tasted the food for hundreds of years.
"You are lucky, the banquet tonight is almost ruined!" Nick stared at the big steak in front of Ai Wen. "The kitchen was out of trouble earlier."
"Why, what's the matter?" Harry asked vaguely, his mouth full of food.
"Nature is the Pippi ghost messing up." Nick said, shaking his head, which made his head shake dangerously. He quickly pulled the wheel wrinkle up a little and covered his neck. "For that matter again." Quarreling, you know, he wants to attend the banquet. Hey, this is impossible. You know that his deeds are completely uncultivated. When you see something you eat, you throw it around. We have a ghost meeting, and the fat monk advocates Give him this opportunity, but the Barrow strongly disagrees, I think he is very sensible to do so."
Blood Man Barrow is the ghost of Slytherin College, a thin, silent ghost.
His body was covered with silver blood, indicating the horrible experience before his death.
He is the most powerful of all the ghosts, and in Hogwarts, only he can really control the Pippi ghost.
"No wonder, we think the Pippi ghost seems to be angry about why, he throws water polo everywhere in the foyer." Ron said sullenly, "What did he do in the kitchen?"
"Oh, it’s still the old one," Nick said, shrugging his shoulders. "It’s a mess, it’s messy. The pots and pans are thrown everywhere, and the whole kitchen is flooded with soup. The house elves scare the six gods."
When! ! !
Hermione knocked over her tall gold wine glass, and the pumpkin method was constantly poured over the tablecloth.
The white linen was stained with a piece of orange, which was several feet long, but she ignored it.
Evan is awful, let Hermione know that Hogwarts has a house elf, and she must mention the theory of treating the elf.
For some time, Hermione talked about this with Ai Wen, and she thought she needed to do something for the house elves.
Hermione's thoughts can't be said to be wrong, but it doesn't work. I don't know how to persuade her.
When Hermione is determined to do something, then it will not change easily, and will surely stick to it, no matter how difficult the road ahead.
Ai Wen has a deep understanding of this, knowing that it is useless to persuade her to give up, can only choose to support.

Is there a house elf here too?
Hermione stared at Nick in horror.
Just in Hogwarts?

"That's still to say." Nick was a little surprised by her reaction. "There are no more elves in any house in the UK, there are more than a hundred."
"I have never seen it before!" Hermione said incredulously. "I thought there was only more than it was."
"Hey, they rarely leave the kitchen during the day, don't they?" Nick said. "Come out and clean up at night, look after the stove. I mean, you shouldn't see them, a good house elf. The sign is that you don't even know his existence, right?"
Hermione stared at him, her eyes widening, as if Nick said something terrible.
"But are they taking the money?" she asked. "Do they have holidays? Also, they have sick leave, allowances, everything?"
Nick giggled, and he smiled too much. The wheel wrinkled and the head rolled down.
I was hung by the dead skin and muscles that were still attached to the stomach one or two inches.

Sick leave and allowance?
He put his head back on his neck and re-fixed it with a wheel-shaped wrinkle collar.
The house elf does not need sick leave and allowance!

Hermione looked down at the almost unmoved food on her plate, then placed the knife and fork on the plate and pushed the plate away.
"Slave labor!" Her breathing became very heavy, and she said disgustedly, "This meal is like this. Slave labor, I know what is going on. It turns out that what we eat every day is shameless." "(To be continued.)