Chapter 22: Feast
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The first years were all marvelling at Dumbledore's magical magic, but they were already starving and cared more about the delicious food in front of them instead of studying how the headmaster did it.
Albert knew how this was done. Dumbledore had it transported from the kitchen below the auditorium through the magic left behind by Hufflepuff, and the Hufflepuff Golden Cup, which was used as Voldemort's Horcrux. It was the first Hogwarts house that assisted house elves in making magical food transport vessels.
Albert naturally did not forget to take this matter to the prefect beside him, but the prefect's mouth was full of food, he did not intend on answering the question.
The dinner was very luxurious, it would definitely fill everyone's stomach.
Albert got himself a steak and sliced it slowly. He was actually not very hungry, he has been eating all the time along the way.
The others opened their mouths and ate. Lee Jordan, who sat opposite, was chewing on a chicken leg in one hand, looking very happy.
After the banquet began, the ghosts also appeared one after another, emerging from all over the castle, greeted the first years, and caused a commotion.
The ghost of Gryffindor was a male nobleman called Nearly Headless Nick.
"Mr. Ghost." Albert swallowed the beef and greeted Nick, who was almost headless.
"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington." said the ghost.
"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington." Albert finished the long name. He could remember Nick's name. He still admired his instant memory. "Can you take pictures, I mean , Can you appear in the photo?"
"What? Boy, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Sir Nicholas was very happy that someone could pronounce his name. He hated the newcomers calling him "Nearly Headless Nick".
"Photograph." Albert said, "Please take the time to take a photo with me another day."
"Okay boy, whenever you want to take a picture, you can come to me." Sir Nicholas agreed, and he had a good impression of this polite little guy.
"Can I ask one more question?"
"Ask, kid."
"What is a ghost, a soul left after death?"
"Wizards can leave their marks on the world, and they can walk vaguely where they have walked before, but only a few wizards choose this path." Sir Nicholas did not answer Albert's question directly.
"A memory? It's not very similar, so... is it really a soul?" Albert muttered to himself, knowing that the magical world had the concept of a soul.
After all, Voldemort had smashed his soul.
When he recovered from thinking, he found that everyone nearby was staring at him?
"What's the matter?" Albert asked suspiciously.
"Nothing?" The others quickly retracted their eyes.
"I still think you should be assigned to Ravenclaw." Fred said bluntly.
"Swallow and talk." Albert said grimly.
"Why are you curious about this topic?" a freshman asked.
"In the world of Muggles, there is no such magical existence as ghosts," Albert said calmly. "Now I have a chance to learn about it. I don't want to miss it. By the way, it will feel very cold to be passed by a ghost. Be careful."
He just stabbed Nick with his finger secretly, and he felt that his finger was put on ice. Passing through them might be equivalent to being covered with ice water.
This was definitely not a pleasant thing in winter.
"Indeed, there are no ghosts in the Muggle world." A girl who was two chairs away from Albert said, her name was Shanna Wilson.
"Honestly, when I received the letter, My family thought it was a prank. When Professor McGonagall came to visit, they almost kicked her out." Sanna Wilson thought it was funny. "In fact, they didn't want me to come here. "
"My situation is similar. My mother almost called the police and arrested Professor McGonagall." Albert said with a smile. "People who live on the scientific side are usually less capable of accepting abnormalities. They want me to go to Eton."
"Eton College, is it that Eton College?" Shanna Wilson was surprised.
"What's that?" Lee Jordan asked puzzledly.
"That is one of the best schools in the UK." Shanna Wilson explained.
"Hogwarts is the best." George raised his eyebrows.
"Of course I know, because there is only one magic school in the UK, Hogwarts is naturally the best." Shanna Wilson couldn't help but spit out, "Ordinary people, you call Muggles, there are millions of them. There are thousands of schools, and Eton College is ranked in the top three. I don't need to say what this means!"
"It seems very huge." George said, in fact, he really didn't understand.
"How about introducing each other instead of talking about me?" Albert turned the subject off and looked at the other girl.
"I am half and a half, my mother is a wizard, and my father is a Muggle." Angelina Johnson said, "They confessed to each other very early. However, we have always lived in the Muggle world. I have been exposed to magic since I was a child, and my family was not too surprised when I received the acceptance letter."
Alicia Spinnet next to her said, "I was born in a wizarding family. I have been exposed to magic since I was a child. There is nothing new. When I received the letter, the family was very happy and bought me an owl."
After everyone was full, the remaining food on the plate disappeared, it was replaced by a dessert.
Albert took a pudding and listened to the new students telling interesting things.
After the banquet, the plates on the table were emptied again, like the plates Tom had licked.
Professor Dumbledore stood up again and announced to everyone, "I'm very happy that the school has ushered in a new professor, and Professor Bud Brod will become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
Sparse applause began to sound in the auditorium.
Professor Bud Brod was an elderly man.
"There are a few more things to let everyone know." Dumbledore looked at all the students below and said, "First-year students, please be aware that all the forbidden forest is forbidden to students. Besides, the care-taker, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind everyone, don't use magic in the hallway between classes. Finally, the Quidditch team tryouts will be held in the second week of the semester. Anyone interested in joining the house teams, please contact Madam Hooch."
"Why can't we enter the forbidden forest."
"Probably there is danger in the forbidden forest." Albert said, glanced at the eager twins.
"If you dare to go to the Forbidden Forest, I will write to our mother." Percy Weasley glared at his brothers. He knew their personalities too well.
"We won't." The twins quickly promised.
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