Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain sat on the long Gryffindor table, the melody just now still echoing in his mind.

Hermione sat on his side with a straight face but raised the corners of her mouth.

"Hermione, can't you hear me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Gawain asked quietly.

"What...?" Hermione looked at him puzzled and said in a low voice.

"There has been something wrong with you since just now. Are you feeling unwell? You should ask the professor to have a look.

Maybe the magic riot hasn’t calmed down yet! I've seen it in books..."

But before Hermione could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped.

Because at the head of the teacher's chair, Dumbledore had already stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and extended his arms to them.

Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing students come to Hogwarts.

"Welcome!" he said,

"Welcome everyone to start the new school year at Hogwarts!

Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!

"thank you all!"

He sat down again.

Gawain guessed with some confusion what Dumbledore wanted to express.

Suddenly, the dinner plates were filled with food.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce.

“And...peppermint candies?

Isn't this a funny joke? "

Gawain pointed to the large basin of mint candies in front of him, feeling a little subtle.

Frankly speaking, the food at the dinner was quite sumptuous, and he could tell that the chef was very careful when cooking.

"Hmm...% fillet, % sirloin and rib eye. They are clearly separated."

He spooned a little bit of the vinaigrette, tasted it, and when he was satisfied, he took some more salad and combined it with the rib-eye.

Although he was still worried about the melody just now, Gawain would not torture himself with hunger.

"And just looking at them makes me feel like I can eat a lot more."

After poking Hermione who was carefully selecting sausages, Gawain pointed at Ron who was devouring her food and wanted to eat it all with a knife and fork, and Harry who had a large plate in front of him.

"Ha ha..."

Hermione couldn't help laughing, but she quickly covered her face with her sleeves.

"Oh, I really envy you."

The ghost wearing a wheel-shaped ruffled tights suddenly emerged from under their table and said with some resentment.

"Won't you have some? The sauce on the beef is very good."

Harry stupidly picked up a piece of beef with his fork and said to the ghost.

"I haven't eaten in over four hundred years," the ghost shrugged. "I don't need to eat, but, of course, I miss their deliciousness."

I guess I haven't introduced myself yet?

I am Sir Nicholas of Mimsy-Pington, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. "

"I know who you are!" Ron suddenly said, "You are 'Nearly Headless Nick'! My brother mentioned you!"

"I think I prefer to be called Sir Nicholas of Mimsy." The ghost looked a little embarrassed, but the light brown-haired Seamus Finnigan interjected, "Almost headless? How did you become almost headless?"

Sir Nicholas raised his left hand, angry as if he wanted to take off his gloves and fight.

"Just like this," he said irritably, suddenly grabbing his left ear and pulling it down.

The head slid unsteadily from the neck and fell onto the shoulders, as if the head was connected by a hinge.

Although it is transparent, the blood vessels and tissues inside are clearly visible, and because it is not covered by blood, it looks even more terrifying.

"How did you do it? I mean, survive in this form."

Gawain said carefully, trying not to sound too offensive, but even so, Hermione still gave him an elbow in an angry manner.

"...Alive? I don't think this is alive."

Sir Nicholas's smile suddenly froze on his face, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Only a coward would choose this. I was afraid of death, so I stopped. Neither here nor there...

It's just a specious imitation of life. "

He put his head back on his neck and said depressedly.

"Sometimes I think maybe I should go a little further, but... I'm sorry, I don't think you want to hear any more."

After saying his last words, Sir Nicholas gently bent down, made a noble salute and left.

While floating, he straightened his head.

After this episode, everyone seemed to be in a much lower mood.

The dinner went on little by little.

When everyone was full, the remaining food quietly disappeared and was replaced by various desserts.

——Ice cream, apple pie, jam cake, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam donut, wine-soaked jam pudding, strawberry, jelly, rice pudding, etc.

“Nothing warms the heart more than these little cuties.”

Gawain took a large portion of lemon sorbet for himself and ate it slowly with a spoon.

"I really wish I could get to the point. There's so much to learn, and I'm particularly interested in transfiguration. You know, changing one thing into another, of course, should be very difficult—"

"You should start with something small, like turning a match into a needle or something—"

Off to the side, Hermione and the serious-looking guy from the Weasley family were discussing Transfiguration.

"what!"

Harry, who was sitting opposite Gawain, suddenly covered his forehead and cried out in pain.

"what happened?"

Gawain leaned forward and asked Harry.

"Nothing. Speaking of which, Gawain, do you know who the teacher is who is talking to Professor Quirrell?"

Harry said with a forced smile.

"That's Professor Snape, who teaches Potions - but everyone knows he envies Professor Quirrell's job. He's... obsessed with the Dark Arts."

The voice came from behind them, and a senior girl joined the conversation.

"My name is Angelina, Angelina Johnson, third year. So glad you are joining Gryffindor."

She introduced herself generously, and then looked at Gawain, "Many people will be nervous when they are sorted. I bet that Fred didn't know how he got there at the time."

"Thank you."

Gawain understood, and Angelina undoubtedly noticed his strange behavior.

This made him feel a little helpless.

But he was also a little moved.

Finally, even the desserts disappeared from the table.

"I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to note."

Dumbledore stood up, clapped his hands, and everyone fell silent.

"Attention first-year students, the woods on campus are strictly prohibited for students, and the same applies to upperclassmen."

"For details of the original work, please see the commentary."

With the last few syllables of the school song that had no melody, the dinner finally came to an end.

The new students, led by Percy, were preparing to go to the Gryffindor common room. Even Gawain felt deeply tired and in urgent need of a deep sleep.

Unfortunately, his deep sleep was not over yet.

"My dear Mr. White,

Before going to bed, I'd like to invite you to come to my office so we can enjoy a little music together.

Also: Sour lollipops are a fun option.

Your Albus Dumbledore"

After stopping Gawain, Professor McGonagall handed him a piece of parchment.

ps: Finally the dinner part is over...Thank God, there is really no way to change the plot in this paragraph, and I don’t want to copy a lot of the original text, so I have to use a lot of folding.

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