Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 30 Filling Hogwarts with Red Flags

The sorting ceremony came to an end, and the lively table gradually returned to calm.

Professor McGonagall put away the sorting hat, rolled up the parchment, she disappeared for a while, and then appeared on the teacher's seat.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. It seemed that nothing would make him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore's voice was loud and clear. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

"That's it: idiot! sneeze! scum! twist!"

"thank you all."

In the confusion of everyone, the principal ended his short speech.

"Is he... kind of crazy?"

Harry happened to be one of those confused people. He turned his head to look at Ron and then at Hermione. The knowledge they showed on the train might help Harry solve this confusion.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "These words are not mentioned in "Hogwarts: A School History", do you know Ron?"

"Probably the principal wants our four colleges to be more harmonious and friendly."

Ron, who was staring at the golden dinner plate waiting for the food to appear, replied absently: "Ravenclaw thinks other houses are idiots, brave Gryffindor thinks other houses are soft-headed bastards, Slater Lin feels that other wizards are scum unworthy of spellcasting, and Hufflepuff thinks other houses should be as dedicated as they are."

"It's almost this kind of incomprehensible self-mockery. Our principal is really not serious at all."

Ron curled his lips and complained, and then blurted out with his eyes bright: "There are quite a lot of tricks for dinner!"

A large pile of food suddenly appeared on the originally empty golden dinner plate, and the rich aroma filled the entire space of the restaurant in an instant.

"A lot of meat!"

"But it seems that there is only meat."

Look at the piles of roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, take-away baked potatoes, potato chips, and French fries as the staple food
England's meager diet took Ron's fresh spirits down.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Harry, who couldn’t get enough to eat at his aunt’s house, had never seen so many delicious food. He was hungry and kept stuffing things into his mouth. He had a chicken leg in his left hand and a rib in his right hand, and he was still chewing a piece. steak.

"Luo er, why is the mud swollen? These shoes are very funny."

Harry spoke vaguely, and then quickly settled the food in his hand. He looked curiously at Ron who hadn't touched the knife and fork.

"It's nothing."

Ron shook his head.

"I just suddenly wanted to eat: steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausage, assorted Su pan, smoked chicken with white belly, steamed eight-treasure pig, duck stuffed with glutinous rice (1137 words below)”

The name of the dish engraved in the DNA made Harry startled for a while, just hearing it, the table full of delicacies seemed to be less attractive at this moment, and Harry put down the chicken leg bone in a dispirited manner. , After wiping his hands clean, he slowly cut the steak.

The twins sitting opposite Harry Ron were gasping with their mouths. They swallowed a big mouthful of mashed potatoes, and then spoke to their dear brother.

"Why can't you forget what's in that book, it's just a nonsense novel, how can there be so much delicious food in the world, that Typhon de Leon is teasing you, my good brother."

"What do you know?" Glancing at the twins, Ron picked up a piece of roast beef and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"In the east of England, on that majestic and magnificent continent, the mysterious oriental civilization not only has a long history, but the orientals, who depend on food for their heaven, have also created an incredible food culture."

"Sigh, those of you who were born in England, the gourmet hell, don't understand the ultimate delicacy in the world."

Ron got up and grabbed a piece of sardine scones that exuded a strange black air for the twins.

"Eat yours and look up at the starry sky, let me miss you for a while."

The dead fish head was staring blankly at the ceiling of Hogwarts, and the night dotted with shimmering stars was a perfect match for this dish.

"Isn't this delicious?"

Fred and George shared the scone that made Ron's scalp tingle in half, and stuffed those dead sardines into their stomachs in two or three bites.

"Axi has convinced you."

Ron supported the brain that was starting to ache, and immediately lost the interest to finish the meal. The roast beef he was chewing was like sawdust at this moment, and he couldn't taste any good taste.

"Son, you should enjoy your dinner, although I haven't eaten the real thing in 400 years, but in my memory, these are definitely delicious."

A translucent ghost came lightly to Ron's side. He was wearing a ruffled robe that was popular hundreds of years ago, with a rather nostalgic opening.

"Oh, hello." Ron turned his head and recognized the ghost. "Sir Nicholas, I heard Fred and George mention you."

"It's a great honor, but you're far more polite than either of them, Mr. Ron Weasley."

It seemed that Sir Nicholas was quite happy to be called out by his name in a serious manner. After all, Ron's two brothers were very talkative.

"We're just stating the facts. Anyway, you've been dead for hundreds of years." Fred grumbled.

"Don't worry too much about it, right, Nearly Headless Nick." George couldn't utter any serious words at all from his open mouth.

"You two stinky brats! Learn to respect the old man!"

Nick glared at the twins angrily, then "whooped" across the dining table and passed through the two of them. The twins seemed to have been splashed with ice water, shaking their bodies with their arms crossed in sullen expressions.

"It deserves it." Ron said gloatingly, winking and smiling at the two of them.

Ron, who had lost his appetite, supported his chin with his arms. After those guys who ate with their stomachs open burped with satisfaction, the remaining food residue on the plate disappeared immediately.

After waiting for a while for the shiny golden dinner plate, various flavors of ice cream, pudding, and all kinds of exquisite desserts crowded the dining table again.

The rich and powerful Hogwarts has no stinginess in the diet of the students. This calorie bomb package that can definitely turn people into pigs really made Ron gain a lot of knowledge. He wiped out a plate of pudding and fruit strawberries in two or three bites. Ron, who barely padded his stomach, continued to be in a daze.

Harry was listening to his new friend Seamus bragging, and Hermione chatted with Percy about school homework, and neither of them could intervene. He seemed to have nothing to do except stare blankly.

Fortunately, the time for dessert after the meal was not long, and the pudding disappeared after a while. Dumbledore got up at this moment, and the restaurant suddenly returned to silence.

"Now everyone has eaten and drunk enough, and I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few points for everyone to pay attention to."

"First-year freshmen pay attention. Students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Our senior students also need to remember this well."

Dumbledore's shining eyes swept in the direction of the twins.

"Besides, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also wants me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the hallway between classes, and to play all kinds of interesting things. Mr. Filch has listed a forbidden list. If you are interested, you can go to his office Look at the door, there are dozens of pages.

The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in joining the college team, please contact Mrs. Hooch.

Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to suffer accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. "

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, there were a few sparse chuckles on the dining table, and the headmaster joked more than once during the school-opening dinner.

"I feel that the principal is tempting us to commit a crime." Fred nodded seriously.

"No, this is fishing. You are out of shape, Fred." George said wisely, "Filch must be squatting there, or Mrs. Norris."

"However." The twins looked at each other and smiled, "What does this have to do with us?"

In Hogwarts, violating school rules is not terrible, as long as you don't get caught, then the professor won't intervene. After all, this is one of Hogwarts' tacit traditions.

"Okay, then before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

Dumbledore said loudly happily, but the professors behind him froze their smiles at this moment.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out from the tip of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of words above the high dining table like snakes.

"Everyone chooses their favorite tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

"Cough cough cough~"

Ron cleared his throat seriously. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

At this moment, a majestic BGM sounded in his ears, and the giant Soviet bear roared at this moment, and Ron's mind was completely filled with the Soviet march.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,
Please teach us knowledge,
Whether we are bald old people
Or a child with a broken knee,
Our minds can accept

some fun stuff.

For now our minds are empty and filled with air,

dead flies and trifles,

teach us some valuable knowledge,

Give us back what we have forgotten,

You just do your best and leave the rest to us,
We will study hard until it turns into dung.

What should have been a brisk ballad was full of naked murderousness in Ron's singing. This song from the previous life, the American black-haired game soundtrack is full of domineering, telling about invincibility.

The twins who originally sang the lifeless school song in the tune of a funeral march couldn't help but go out of tune. This infectious and frightening tune abruptly broke them from the dead road to the netherworld to the bloody battlefield.

Not long after, Gryffindor, who was infected from person to person, gradually had only one tune left. The sound of killing overwhelmed the chaotic humming of other colleges, and the blushing little lion had completely turned red at this moment.

If there is another flag with a sickle and a hammer at this time, these little lions will probably shout "Ulla!"

Then, holding the golden dinner plate, he followed Ron to kill the Slytherin, and then planted the red flag in every inch of Hogwarts.

Stared at fiercely by this group of cubs who ignited their revolutionary passion, although there was a Ravenclaw dining table in the middle, the little snakes still felt uncomfortable for no reason.

"Ahem~" Dumbledore coughed loudly, and then interrupted Gryffindor's murderous gaze.

"Music." He wiped the corners of his eyes, not as if he was wiping tears, but as if he was holding his eye poo.

"It always brings us surprises, good singing, Mr. Weasley, one point for Gryffindor."

"However, students must get along well with each other."

"Okay, it's bedtime now, let's go back to the dormitory."

After Dumbledore and the professors left, the voices of the prefects rang out from the noisy dining table.

"The first-year freshmen come with me."

Percy, who was full of energy all over his body, led the freshmen to the place where the dormitory was located.

(End of this chapter)