I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

For the first time in the hundreds of years since the establishment of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Sorting Hat did not assign students to houses based on their basic abilities, but based on others' ability to tolerate them.

The Sorting Hat was helpless. After all, if Hogwarts did not have an "Azkaban School of Rehabilitation through Labor," putting Zhang Chun in Gryffindor might be the best choice.

Moreover, Gryffindor already has Harry Potter in big trouble, and they don't care about one more Zhang Chun.

Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, stood in front of Zhang Chun and looked at him calmly, his face expressionless, except for the muscles on his face twitching slightly.

"Zhang Chun, you will join Gryffindor and become a fourth-year student directly." After a pause, Professor McGonagall announced.

Zhang Chun took off his hat and handed the sorting hat back to Professor McGonagall.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, dear boy." Professor McGonagall forced a smile.

"Are you sure I'm cute?" Zhang Chun said with a smile.

"..." Professor McGonagall was speechless.

……

Is Professor McGonagall happy?

So happy!

Zhang Chuneng saw that Professor McGonagall's negative emotion value was displayed in the system, and it never stopped.

"The negative emotion value from Professor McGonagall is +22, +12, +10..."

Except for Professor McGonagall, almost all Gryffindor students generously contributed negative emotion points.Zhang Chun can also find familiar names in it, including Harry Potter, Hermione and Ron.

……

"Congratulations to the Gryffindor classmates." Professor Dumbledore announced with a smile, "In Muggle terms, you now have a very [cool] friend! Please give the Gryffindor classmates a round of applause to welcome you. New students."

There was a few scattered applause around the Gryffindor table.

On the other hand, Slytherin House, which has always been against Gryffindor, burst into applause and cheers that were obviously mocking.

"Great! Another freak in Gryffindor." Malfoy shouted in a high-pitched voice, just loud enough for the Gryffindor students to hear over the applause.

Zhang Chun walked towards the Gryffindor table, thinking about why the negative emotions in other houses were so much less?Could it be that if he was chosen Gryffindor, he would just have to kill him?

At this time, Zhang Chun suddenly heard what Malfoy said.He immediately turned around and bowed lightly to Malfoy, "Thank you for the warm applause from other colleges. I will go to your college as a guest as long as I have nothing to do. (Hearing his words, the students from other colleges began to contribute negative comments. emotional value)!

Especially you, little golden retriever!I just think you are the most pleasing to me, and I will go find you tomorrow. "

Little golden retriever...

Upon hearing this title, the Gryffindor table burst into laughter.

"You...you, rude!!" Malfoy was a little angry when Zhang Chun snatched him away.

"I'm sorry. My English is not very good. So what should I say? Use the word you just described me - freak?"

Malfoy was speechless.

"The negative emotion value from Malfoy is +222..."

……

Zhang Chun is a fourth-year student, naturally in the same grade as Harry Potter, Hermione and Ron.

When he was leaving, Zhang Chun looked for these three friends among the Gryffindor tables.In fact, it didn't take him much time at all to find these three people.Because the lightning-shaped scar on Harry Potter's forehead is so easy to identify, and Ron's red hair is also particularly conspicuous.

Hermione was not that conspicuous compared to the two of them, but the girl's eyes were big and bright, as if they could reflect the candlelight on the ceiling.

The three of them sat together, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor.

Zhang Chun walked over in a few steps, smiled and said to Nick, who was almost headless, "There are no seats! Can we squeeze in?"

"...You sit down, ghosts can't eat. I'll sit next to you." Nick got into the dining table very wisely and showed his head like taking a bath.

Zhang Chun sat down. Harry and Ron across the table glanced at him without speaking, but Hermione next to him timidly greeted him.

The banquet has begun.

The empty plate under Zhang Chun's nose suddenly turned into a plate full of delicious food.

"Eat!" Dumbledore announced with a smile.

Seeing others starting to feast, Zhang Chun politely put a piece of fragrant steak in front of him onto his own plate and started eating.

Maybe he was very hungry just now. With the delicious food, Ron forgot about the uninvited guest sitting next to him just now.

"Ah! It feels much better. This heavy rain has whetted my appetite." Ron immediately grabbed two chicken legs.

"You know, tonight's banquet almost came to nothing." Nick, who was almost headless, got his head out of a huge silver plate and stared at them.

"What should I say?" Harry swallowed a large piece of chicken leg.

"Of course it's Peeves, who else?" Nick said, shaking his head, and his head almost fell into the silver plate next to him. "Peeves wanted to attend the banquet, but of course he would not get our consent. Bloody Baron chased him all over the campus. He was frightened, angry and anxious, so he could only vent his anger on you students. Then he went to destroy the kitchen."

Zhang Chun ate and listened, but he knew that Peeves, Bloody Barrow and Nearly Headless Nick were the ghosts of Hogwarts.

"No wonder, I thought Peeves was deliberately causing trouble. He just hit me on the head with a water bomb! What else did he do?" Ron was very depressed.

"Oh! It was just a robbery," Nick shrugged. "They spread the food all over the kitchen, rinsed the butter with water, threw things, and scared the house elves to run away—"

Dang bang.

In a fit of excitement, Hermione knocked over her goblet of gold.Some drinks were brought to Zhang Chun.

"I'm sorry!" Hermione said to Zhang Chun apologetically, then turned to glare at Nick, "Does it mean there are house elves in Hogwarts?!"

"Needless to say," Nearly Headless Nick said, "I believe there are no more house elves in any house on the British Isles than here. There are more than 100. Who would come if it wasn't for such a big castle? Cleaning, where do your meals come from?”

"I've never seen them!" said Hermione.

"Oh, doesn't a good house elf make you unaware of his existence?" Nick said, "He cooks in the kitchen during the day and comes out to clean up the campus where students mess up at night...I mean, this That’s why they exist.”

Hermione glared at him.

"But these poor elves have no wages at all." She said, "There are no vacations, sick leave and subsidies. Are all these being squeezed by wizards?"

Nick chuckled. "Sick leave and allowance? House elves don't need these! The biggest reward is if you let them work."

Hermione looked down at her plate, then put her knife and fork on the plate and pushed it away.

"Oh, God! Please spare me." Ron said, put down his fork, spread his hands and said to Hermione, "Come on Hermione, just eat, it won't help even if you starve yourself to death." !”

"This is forced labor," Hermione said, breathing very heavily. "Forcing them to cook without any pay. House elves are not slaves."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged in unison, with "Okay, here we go again" expressions written all over their faces.

Just when the air between the three of them was particularly solemn, a thick voice with a slight accent came in.

"I completely agree with Miss Granger," Zhang Chun said.

His words caught the attention of three people.

Zhang Chun smiled at the three of them and continued, "Theoretically speaking, quietly appropriating part of the fruits of other people's labor is called exploitation. And extracting the fruits of their labor without restraint and without reward like wizards do to house elves is a kind of exploitation. A more barbaric and primitive act—slave labor.”