Chapter 563: Back to school and new semester

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to explain. He felt that Sirius would not be knocked down by a curse, but he thought of what happened to Chino and Lockhart in the first or second year, and Lupin inexplicably resigned at the end of the semester in the third grade. He closed his mouth again.

At this time of delay, the sorting ceremony has already begun. Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the top of the auditorium, placed a triangular stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put another stool on the stool. The shabby, dirty, patched wizard hat.

The first-year freshmen stared at the weird hat, and everyone else stared at it.

For a while, there was silence in the auditorium.

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

"That was more than a thousand years ago, I was just woven into shape,

There are four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:

The brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

The beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

......"

The weird singing of the branch courtyard hatguli resounded throughout the auditorium.

When I heard the phrase "The Big Four have injected my thoughts into me, I will choose and evaluate from now on!" Ivan's heart moved.

According to Nick LeMay, injecting one's own mind and will into magic items is a very advanced alchemy technique, and it is also the bottleneck of his current alchemy learning.

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, the singing of the Sorting House had stopped, and there was warm applause in the auditorium.

McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment and read it according to the name on it. The new students who were read stepped forward and picked up the sorting hat, sat on the stool, and waited for the hat to make a decision.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

Ivan took a few glances and then withdrew his gaze, but unfortunately he was not a new student and couldn't touch the sorting hat, otherwise he could use the system identification function to see the reality of the hat.

The poor house elves were so scared by it, they drove away Pippi together, and had to make a new dinner again, almost delaying today's banquet! "

"That's really bad! Fortunately, Pippi was kicked out..." Ron said with pleasure. If Pippi succeeded, everyone would have to be hungry all night!

When...

Listening to the words of Nick and Ron, Hermione inadvertently knocked over the gin glass in front of her. Pumpkin juice was poured on the tablecloth continuously, dyeing the white linen into an orange for several times. Feet, but Hermione ignored it at all.

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, Ivan also turned his head, vaguely remembering something, and couldn't help but scream in his heart.

"You just said... there are house elves here too?" Hermione didn't look at Ivan and the others, but stared at Nick and said in a high tone.

"That's right? Isn't that necessary?" Nick, who was almost headless, looked at Hermione strangely. He didn't understand why she had such a big reaction, but he replied truthfully, with a hint of pride in his words.

"There are not as many house elves in any house in the UK here. There are more than one hundred house elves in Hogwarts!"

"Then why don't I usually see it?" Hermione frowned. She had only seen one house elf at Hogwarts a few years ago-that was Dobby.

"Ahem..." This time, Nick, who was almost headless, didn't wait for a reply Ivan coughed slightly, attracted everyone's attention, and then helped explain.

"Hermione, house elves are the best "helpers" for wizards. They can be said to be almighty in housekeeping. There are so many little wizards in Hogwarts, and they always need some house elves..."

"Then they get paid, do they have holidays?" Hermione continued to say seriously without being fooled by Ivan. "There are sick days... allowances, do they have them?"

When I saw Dobby before, Hermione didn't realize the low status of the house elves, and thought she was similar to a housekeeper.

But she had come into contact with Shining and Kreacher during this summer vacation, only to realize that the lives of these poor little guys were harder than slaves!

"Sick leave and allowance? Hahaha..." The floating ghost seemed to have heard some funny news. He almost lost his breath with a smile. The wheel-shaped ruffled collar crooked, his head rolled down, and he was still attached to his neck by an inch or two. The dead skin and muscles of her were hanging, dangling in the air.

"They don't need that, Granger!" Nick put his head hanging in mid-air on his neck again, and fixed it with a round wrinkle collar. "House elves don't need sick leave and allowance!"

"That means they have to work hard every day because they have nothing? Isn't that slave labor?" Hermione said angrily, then turned to look at Ivan, and continued to ask.

"Na Dobi..."

"Yes! Of course!" Ivan nodded hurriedly, interrupting Hermione's words, "Dobby gets a salary every month. I gave it a vacation last year to give it a good rest. A few days!"