Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 13 Sorting Hall - Banquet

“Harry is destined to be a Gryffindor,” Lane said. “I met him in Diagon Alley during the summer and told him about the prophecy. If you’re interested, you can ask him yourself.”

"Why do we have to go find Harry?"

"Senior, just tell us directly~" A junior student took advantage of her charm and started to act coquettishly.

Lane said, "Harry grew up in the world of ordinary people and never had any wizard friends. We should give him some care, and wouldn't it be nice to have a savior friend?"

"Alright." The Ravenclaws accepted this explanation.

Ryan, who had actually forgotten the specifics of his fabricated prophecy, was afraid that Harry would remember it word for word, making it difficult to cover up his lie later.

After hearing the Ravenclaws' replies, Ryan, having successfully maintained his composure, smiled.

Penelope squinted.

After Harry put on the Sorting Hat, the Great Hall became very quiet, even the Ravenclaw table was eerily quiet.

It was a quiet amidst the clamor of voices, like water about to boil, with only a few bubbles on the surface, but once it reached the right temperature, it would immediately begin to churn.

Until the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

The water has boiled completely.

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the auditorium.

A particularly loud applause erupted from the Gryffindor table, and Lane even heard someone shouting, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Percy glanced at Lane and then stood up to welcome Harry.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the prestige of Lane in Ravenclaw, and perhaps because he always had two brothers who were undermining him, not many people in Gryffindor stood up.

Harry sat down, his limbs feeling a little unsteady. He looked up and saw Lane at the Ravenclaw table raising a glass and smiling at him.

He suddenly felt less nervous.

He then looked toward the main seats on the high platform, where Hagrid was all smiles and giving him a thumbs up. He also recognized Dumbledore, who looked 99% like the magical portrait, as well as Professor Quirrell, whom he had met at the Leaky Cauldron, who had a gloomy expression and wore a purple turban.

Afterwards, a trembling Ron finally heard the word "Gryffindor," which made him gasp for breath and collapse into the seat next to Harry.

Dumbledore stood up: "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the start of a new term. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words to you all."

"Fool!"

"Crying!"

"Residue!"

"screw!"

Then, amidst applause from the students, he announced, "The banquet begins!"

Everyone's plates were now laden with food.

"Ryan, tell me, what did the principal mean by those four words just now?"

Penelope asked while putting some roast beef and mashed potatoes in her bowl.

"Hogwarts has four houses, and the headmaster just said four words."

As Ryan spoke, he mixed a large amount of roasted meat with mashed potatoes, drizzled it with tomato sauce and gravy, and then prepared fragrant, juicy pork chops and steaks.

Penelope frowned her delicate, long eyebrows: "So, each of the headmaster's titles corresponds to a college..."

"When we look at other colleges, we do think they're all idiots."

"Hufflepuff, who is usually easygoing and gentle, may sometimes find us awkward."

"Gryffindors think the other houses are all cowards and crybabies."

"Slytherin, needless to say, considers all other houses to be scum, and only pure-bloods to be true wizards."

At this point, Penelope looked at the Slytherin table with disgust.

Every Muggle-born wizard has experienced hostility from Slytherin to some extent.

Ryan turned to look at her: "A child's thoughts are always related to the environment in which they grow up. In the environment of a pure-blood family, you can't expect them to treat all wizards the same way."

"What we can do is retaliate in kind, an eye for an eye, and gradually change their perspective."

"That's because their families and parents aren't very good!" Penelope said angrily, poking at the beef on her plate with her fork.

Ryan smiled and shook his head, not saying anything more. He didn't deny Penelope's words and agreed with her idea.

But decades ago, the traditional concept of a pure-blood family met Voldemort, who had not undergone plastic surgery and possessed 99% charisma.

That's like dry wood meeting a raging fire; the two ignite upon contact.

Even normal wizards would be attracted to Voldemort at that age, not to mention the purebloods who were obsessed with making purebloods great again.

After being deeply influenced by Voldemort, he then educates his own children.

To be honest, Ryan felt a little sorry for this generation of Slytherins, because from birth, their minds didn't belong to themselves; they were occupied by outdated, dross, and dregs of thought.

All I can say is, if you don't know how to educate your child, don't teach them haphazardly; sending them to Hogwarts would be much better.

Unfortunately, many parents are unaware of this, while those who are often successful and excellent parents.

"Why are you eating so little? Aren't you hungry?"

Ryan asked, noticing Penelope hesitating whether to continue taking food, her fingers constantly tracing the edge of her plate.

Penelope had only taken a small amount of food.

"It's alright, eat without worry, it won't bankrupt Hogwarts." He joked, picking up some more meat patties for himself. There was really no other way; a half-grown boy like him could eat his father out of house and home. Fifteen or sixteen was the age when he could start eating a lot.

Perhaps there's also the influence of magic; young wizards of this age have an especially large appetite.

Penelope rolled her eyes at him: "Idiot, girls need to maintain their figure."

Ryan looked Penelope up and down.

Meeting Ryan's gaze, Penelope deliberately twisted her slender waist, puffed out her chest, and raised her hand to play with her hair.

It must be admitted that Penelope has a slender and graceful figure, a beautiful face, three-dimensional features, and fair and delicate skin; she is a true beauty.

In addition, she is quick-witted, intelligent, and speaks elegantly, making her the dream girl of many younger students.

Ryan nodded and then shook his head: "What Ravenclaw needs is a wise mind. As for body shape, don't worry about it. Even if you eat until you're bloated, just find time to drink a potion."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his classmates gasp in shock, acknowledging his outstanding contribution to global warming.

Before he could ask them what had happened, Ryan saw Penelope's expression stiffen, and her hand holding her hair trembled slightly, pulling out a strand of her hair.

"What's wrong? Why are you pulling out your own hair?" he asked. "Do you need me to contact Mrs. Pomfrey?"

"No, no need to rush, I'm fine, I'm fine." Penelope smiled weakly, a slight curve appearing at the corners of her mouth, and slammed the plate she was holding heavily on the table.

Ryan could only shrug, assuming it was just the girl's monthly bad mood, and continued getting his food.

Amidst the incredulous, respectful gazes of the entire Ravenclaw community, Ryan felt his appetite had increased even more.

Sure enough, being respected and admired in public can satisfy psychological needs very well... he thought.