Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 921: The Performance of the Prefect

Evan gave Kate a brief explanation. He felt that the topic of the house-elves could be explained by Hermione. He believed she would be very willing to talk to the younger students about house-elves, how to deal with them, treat them, and how to help them…

A picture of all the first years sitting together honestly and Hermione giving them a lesson appeared in Evan’s mind.

Following this train of thought, he felt it necessary to gather all the first-years and explain to them the school rules and the things that should be paid attention to.

There was a saying that it was necessary to develop from scratch to help these children establish a correct outlook on life, values ​​and the world.

Hogwarts had no such tradition, but since he was the Head Boy, he could try to make changes.

While Evan was taking care of the cute first-year girl, the others were still discussing the Sorting Hat’s warning.

“What were you saying before the Sorting?” Hermione asked Nearly Headless Nick, taking a Treacle tart and one for Evan. “About the hat giving warnings? What happened eight hundred years ago?”

“Oh, at that time, the relationship between the Centaurs in the Forbidden Forest and us was not as good as it is now, and their overall strength was much better than it is now. They suddenly launched an attack on Hogwarts, and we finally had to activate the defense magic of the castle…”

“We aeady no baozis.” said Ron.

“I beg your pardon?” said Nick politely, while Ron was now eating roast potatoes with almost indecent enthusiasm.

“He said we already know about this.” While obtaining the key to Gryffindor’s secret treasure, Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione learned from the elder of the Centaurs’ tribe and the illusion magic left by Gryffindor the ins and outs of the Centaurs’ incident.

Hogwarts at that time was indeed in danger and faced an unprecedented crisis. Under the influence of the evil god, the crazy fallen Centaurs killed almost all the creatures in the woods, collected their flesh and blood to worship the evil god, and summoned it to descend into this world.

In the end, they even started attacking the school.

“Is there any other warning from that hat besides this?”

“Oh, there have been a few more times. Once, a group of powerful Dark wizards attacked Hogwarts…” Nick turned away from Ron, who was now eating chicken legs and ribs. “The hat always gives warnings when it detects periods of great danger for the school. And always, of course, its advice is the same: Stand together, be strong from within.”

As long as they stood together, Hogwarts would be able to overcome all dangers and difficulties.

“Ow kunnit nofe skusin danger ifzat?” Ron raised his head again and asked.

“Can you speak well?” Hermione said dissatisfied, looking revolted.

Ron gave an enormous swallow and said, “How can it know if the school’s in danger if it’s a hat?”

“I have no idea,” said Nearly Headless Nick. “Of course, it lives in the headmaster’s office, so I daresay it picks things up there. That hat is thoughtful, and it can talk to you all day if you like.”

Upon hearing this, the first-years sitting around them exclaimed again.

When Hermione, Ron, and the ghost were talking, they listened quietly, looking awed, not daring to interrupt.

Many of these freshmen came from Muggle families. They didn’t know anything about the wizarding world. They were amazed by whatever they saw. Some came from wizarding families. Though their parents told them about Hogwarts, they still didn’t know that much.

But in any case, the Head Boy, the prefects and Harry were all great figures for them.

The ghost in front of them seemed to be very familiar with them, and it had been floating around them in their vicinity, which was enough to prove this point.

There were a lot of people at the entire Gryffindor long table, but Nearly Headless Nick only talked to a few of them.

In the eyes of the first-years, this was probably a manifestation of authority and status.

However, the next topic left them stunned!

“And it wants all the Houses to be friends?” said Harry, looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was holding court. “Fat chance.”

“Well, now, you shouldn’t take that attitude,” said Nick reprovingly. “Peaceful cooperation, that’s the key. We ghosts, though we belong to separate Houses, maintain links of friendship. In spite of the competitiveness between Gryffindor and Slytherin, I would never dream of seeking an argument with the Bloody Baron.”

“Only because you’re terrified of him,” said Ron.

Nearly Headless Nick looked highly affronted and glared at Ron angrily.

“Terrified? I hope I, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, have never been guilty of cowardice in my life! The noble blood that runs in my veins…”

“What blood?” asked Ron. “Surely you haven’t still got…”

“It’s a figure of speech!” said Nearly Headless Nick, now so annoyed his head was trembling ominously on his partially severed neck. “I assume I am still allowed to enjoy the use of whichever words I like, even if the pleasures of eating and drinking are denied me! But I am quite used to students poking fun at my death, I assure you!”

“Nick, you know, he wasn’t really laughing at you!” said Hermione hastily, throwing a furious look at Ron.

There were many people around them; couldn’t he set a good example like Evan?!

Unfortunately, Ron’s mouth was packed to exploding point again and all he could manage was “node iddum eentup sechew,” which Nick did not seem to think constituted an adequate apology. Rising into the air, he straightened his feathered hat and swept away from them to the other end of the table, coming to rest among a group of second-years, who seemed to be telling a joke and laughing.

“Look what you’ve done, Ron,” snapped Hermione.

“What?” said Ron indignantly, having managed, finally, to swallow his food. “I’m not allowed to ask a simple question?”

“Oh forget it,” said Hermione irritably, turning around to join the conversation between Evan and Kate.

“Inexplicable!” Ron murmured, and began to chat with Lavender across from him.

Harry, sitting between them, chuckled helplessly and looked at the new students, who were equally bewildered and were looking up at him. So this was what it was like to be a prefect; it seemed they had no reservations at all…

Harry didn’t know what they were thinking, but these were definitely Ron and Hermione.

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