The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

This year's auditorium was decorated magnificently, which was more gorgeous than every sorting ceremony they attended.

Several people walked through the three houses of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and sat at the dining table of Gryffindor College.

"Harry, Ron, and Macon and Hermione, long time no see."

Harry's admirer, Colin Creevey, came over and sat next to them, and he looked very happy today.

"Hello, Colin, you seem to be having a good day today? Or excited?"

"Harry! My younger brother Dennis is also enrolled this year. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep last night. I hope he can enter Gryffindor."

"That's a happy thing, Colin, and good luck to you."

"Thank you, Harry! Look, here they come!"

Colin looked excitedly at the door, and the little wizards followed Professor McGonagall in. When his younger brother Dennis appeared, his expression became weird.

Dennis Creevy's face turned pale, and after he stopped for a moment, small puddles formed on the ground.

He was wearing the moleskin coat that Hagrid was wearing. It was too big. In order to prevent the coat from dragging on the ground, he wrapped the lower part around his waist, turning him into a furry man. Fluffy bowling ball.

The principal and professors were in place, and Professor McGonagall took out a long piece of parchment, walked to the front of the stage, raised the list in his hand, and started sorting.

Colin's brother entered Gryffindor as he wished, and he ran to sit beside his brother excitedly.

"Dennis, what's wrong with you?"

"Colin, I fell into the lake! This is just awesome!"

"Are you fooled by the water in the Black Lake?"

Colin looked at his younger brother in shock, no one would be so happy to fall into the lake on a rainy day.

"Guess what I saw in the lake? A giant squid! It rolled me ashore, it was so cool!"

Dennis looked very happy as he danced and gestured at the giant squid.

After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore stood up. His speech before the meal today was very short, just two words, "Eat!"

The little wizards roared with laughter and began to feast.

Nearly headless Nick floated over tremblingly. He looked at Macon and Hermione enviously, and brought each other their favorite food.

"Do you know? You are really very lucky. Tonight's banquet is almost going to be cancelled." Nick didn't dare to get too close to Macon, although it hasn't been reported in recent years, there is news of the ghost disappearing, because of his own instinct , he chose to stay with Harry and Ron.

"What happened in the kitchen? Today's chicken legs taste really good. It seems that nothing major happened." Ron stuffed his mouth full of chicken legs, causing his pronunciation to be blurred.

"What else could happen? Peeves, it made a fuss in the kitchen today, smashing pots and pans all over the floor." Nico shook his head and sighed, which caused his half-broken neck to almost snap, and the other Quickly pulled the head back to its original position with one hand, and continued, "He has made trouble not once or twice in order to participate in the sorting ceremony. You all know its virtues, so you can eat this dinner thanks to house-elf."

"House-elf?" Hermione looked at Nick suspiciously upon hearing this, "Does Hogwarts also have house-elves?"

"Yeah, there are nowhere as many elves as there are here. There are probably more than 100 of them."

"I've never seen them, I've only seen them in books."

"They're rarely found, and that's the quality of a good house-elf."

"Then they can get a lot of salary a month."

Hermione was a little emotional, the other party's job was very competent.

"Salary? No, no, no, they don't need a salary, they just need to provide food, and they will continue to work."

Nick understood that this little witch didn't know much about house-elves, perhaps because she was not a pure-blood wizard, so he answered her patiently, looking at Macon who was eating dinner beside her from time to time.

"No salary? What about holidays and allowances? You can't have nothing, can you?"

Hermione looked at them all silent, as if she understood something, she dropped the fork and looked at Macon angrily.

"Hermione, hurry up and eat, the problem of house elves doesn't exist for a day or two."

Macon wanted to laugh when he saw the angry little witch, but he couldn't laugh out loud now.

"Macon, they work hard, but they don't get paid at all. This is simply the treatment of slaves!"

"Yes, being enslaved is not only reflected in their lives, but is even deeply imprinted in their subconscious minds. They are beaten for no reason, and they are obedient and loyal. This is the status quo. Do you want to change their current lives?"

"Of course they shouldn't be treated like this!"

Hermione's eyes were determined. She didn't understand why wizards in the wizarding world would treat house-elves like this, and it seemed that all wizards were used to it, which was incredible.

"Since this is the case, then you should eat well. This is the fruit of their labor. Others don't know how to cherish it. As a person who wants to help them, you must cherish it and eat well."

Macon forked a piece of cake, stuffed it into her mouth, watched her chew and swallow it, and continued talking.

"Now you don't have the ability to change their fate. After you graduate from Hogwarts, you will step by step expand your power and gain more power. This kind of thing is just a matter of your words."

Hermione listened to Macon's words and thought about it carefully. He was right. Now is not the time. It is better to study hard than to think wildly. She needs to enter the Ministry of Magic to better improve the treatment of house elves.

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione who was devouring it, as if they were going to vent all their anger on the food. The terrible aura made them tremble.

Based on what they knew about Hermione, as long as she made up her mind, she would definitely persevere and go all out, regardless of whether the matter could be done or not.If it still can't be done, it will be desperate.

They seem to have seen those stubborn purebloods, because they didn't treat the house-elves kindly, she commanded the Aurors to take them to the Wizengamot, knock them down with a hammer, and send them to Azkaban!

When I think of the pure-blood family, I think of Draco. Two pity eyes look at Draco who is chewing steak. The latter looks at them in confusion. What kind of eyes are those?What happened?

At the end of the dinner, Dumbledore waved his hand, and the cutlery on the table disappeared. He stood up and walked to the front desk to give a speech for the new school year.

"Everyone has had their fill. I have to tell you a few notices. As before, no student is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. Students under the third grade are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade village."

Dumbledore paused, looked at the little wizard in the auditorium and continued, "I regret to tell you that this year's Quidditch tournament has been cancelled!"

"Huh? The Quidditch match has been cancelled?"

"Why? Quidditch canceled? Who escaped? Dementors again?"

"Oh my god, that's our favorite!"

Dumbledore looked at the mess below, he took out his wand and held it against his throat: "This is because of a legendary event created more than 700 years ago, which will be held at our Hogwarts..."

Bang! ~

The loud voice interrupted Dumbledore's speech and attracted everyone's attention. The door of the auditorium was violently knocked open.

The man was on crutches, wearing a black cloak, he was soaked through, as he limped into the auditorium, the little wizards saw his face clearly, they gasped, he had a pair of big and small one eye.

The small black eye is similar to that of a normal person, but the big eye is terrifying. The blue pupil is lifeless, spinning around in the eye socket. This is a prosthetic eye.

His face was covered with scars, and the other party's tongue suddenly stuck out from time to time, licked the corner of his mouth, and then retracted quickly.