When the last Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin.
Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, took the Sorting Hat and left, returning to sit on Dumbledore's right hand side.
The young wizards all looked expectantly at the headmaster, waiting for his command to start feasting.
Dumbledore stood up with a smile, his arms spread open, as if nothing made him happier than seeing his students gathered together.
“Welcome!” He said in a booming voice. “Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for a new school year, before the banquet, I’d like to say a few words: Dumbass! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!”
“Thank you everyone!”
Old Deng sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered.
Across from Wynn, a little badger looked bewildered.
“What did the headmaster mean by those words?”
“Are you a Ravenclaw?”
“What are you talking about? I’m a Hufflepuff of course.”
“Then why are you concerned about this, just eat your food!”
The originally empty plates were now piled high with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, mashed potatoes, french fries, pudding, all sorts of vegetables, gravy, and even mint candy.
In terms of variety, it was definitely considered sumptuous, especially for the UK, a food desert.
You can't expect more from a country where the state banquet is always French cuisine, a food taboo.
Wynn ate quite well, he wasn't picky, as long as the ingredients were good, steak, lamb chops, these kind of things wouldn't be bad no matter how they were cooked.
He also saw Ron on the Gryffindor table, one chicken leg in each hand, eating like there was no tomorrow, wishing he could have one in each mouthful.
Wynn felt he should have been sorted into Hufflepuff, this was a foodie's paradise.
Other houses ate and chatted, but here at the little badger, it was just eating, Cedric only managed to say a few words to Wynn at the beginning, later his cheeks were stuffed, he didn't forget to put a big chicken leg on Wynn's plate.
He really, I'm going to cry.
At the Head Table, Snape was talking to Quirrell, Quirrell had a scarf around his head, which made him look more like an Arab.
Professor McGonagall was also leaning in Professor Sprout's ear, Sprout’s face looked unhappy.
“Laurence, can you get me two Yorkshire puddings?” Hannah, the iron-hatted king, looked across with pleading eyes.
“Just call me Wynn, Hannah.” Wynn handed her the pudding.
The little girl smiled cutely, her pigtails swaying as she buried herself in her food again.
A milky white ghost was sitting there introducing and recommending dishes he thought were good, everyone called him the Fat Friar.
Hmm, Wynn felt a bit strange.
Witches who were hunted down by the church in the Middle Ages became friars, this feeling... really wasn't easy to describe.
The feast lasted for almost an hour, and in the end, there was a pile of desserts.
Wynn politely declined, English desserts were simply eating sugar frosting, he didn't want to get diabetes at such a young age.
Finally, the pudding disappeared, Dumbledore stood up and the hall fell silent again.
The young wizards waited for the headmaster’s final words.
But just as Dumbledore was about to speak, Professor McGonagall suddenly said:
“Wait a minute, Albus, before you say anything, I have something to deal with.”
Dumbledore was startled, there had never been this step before, but he quickly smiled gently and let McGonagall speak first.
Although old Deng was the headmaster, in some cases, when McGonagall was strict, even he would avoid her sharp edge.
Nominally, Dumbledore was the headmaster, but in fact, it was Professor McGonagall who was in charge of the school's daily operations.
“George, Fred, you two will be in detention starting tomorrow, report to Filch at eight every night, polish all the trophies in the trophy room three times, and you will be released from detention when you are done.”
The twins, who were still telling jokes and flirting with the girls, froze, then stood up abruptly.
“Why, Professor McGonagall?”
The twins’ eyes were filled with confusion and grievance, they had a lot of bad ideas, but they hadn’t even had a chance to put them into action yet.
Is it a new trend now to punish people in advance?
“You ask me?” McGonagall glared fiercely at the two.
“Who told you to intimidate the little wizards and make the Sorting Ceremony sound so scary?”
Sprout also smiled and spoke, she was a chubby lady, who looked very gentle.
“Cedric, you go help too.”
Now, the twins, Cedric, all looked at Wynn.
Case closed.
Wynn ‘shyly’ lowered his head, as if he was embarrassed.
“Yes, Professor.” The three of them answered dejectedly, Cedric gritted his teeth and whispered:
“You deliberately tricked us!”
Wynn remained impassive, “Don't talk nonsense, I'm a new student, I don't understand anything.”
“You're such a bad guy, you should have been sorted into Slytherin.” Cedric gave him the middle finger.
The twins exchanged glances, laughing silently.
Even though they had been tricked by Wynn, they thought it was more interesting, didn't they?
This was much more fun than their idiot brother Ron!
“Alright.” Dumbledore said, still smiling, “It's reassuring to see that you are still so energetic.”
“However, I do have a few things to remind everyone about.”
“First-year students, the forest area on school grounds is off limits to all students, and our old classmates should remember this as well.”
His bright eyes swept over the twins, but the two were plotting how to get back at Wynn, completely unaware.
Kind of like winking at a blind man.
“Also, Mr. Filch wants me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the corridors during break time.”
“The Quidditch trials will also be held in the second week of this term, any student who wants to participate can contact Madam Hooch.”
“Finally, I must tell everyone, anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.”
Wynn snorted disdainfully.
Isn't this a case of 'There's no such thing as a free lunch'?
Old Deng was practically saying, "I've buried all my treasures, glory and honour in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."
Go find it!
Those little lions were already gearing up.
“Now, before we all go to bed, let's sing the school song together!” Dumbledore said loudly.
All the students and teachers stood up, Wynn stood up too.
At the same time, the system in his mind gave a prompt.
【Congratulations, Host...】
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