23 23. Professor McGonagall Settles Accounts

When the last one, Blaise Zabini, was assigned to Slytherin, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, took the Sorting Hat, and left, sitting on Dumbledore's right hand again. The little wizards all looked at the principal expectantly, waiting for his order to start showing off immediately.

Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face and opened his arms. Nothing seemed to make him happier than being surrounded by students. "Welcome!" His voice was loud.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year. I want to say a few words before the banquet, Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

"Thank you all!" Old Dumbles sat back down, and everyone applauded and cheered.

Diagonally across from Wayne, a little badger looked confused.

"What do these words mean of Principal?" "

Are you a Ravenclaw?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, I'm a Hufflepuff."

"Then why do you care about this? Hurry up and eat your food!"

The originally empty dinner plate was filled with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, mashed potatoes, French fries, puddings, various vegetables, gravy sauces, and even mint candies. All.

In terms of category, it can be called a rich one, especially for Britain, which is a food desert. You can't ask for more from a country whose state banquet is all French cuisine. Wayne eats quite well. He is not picky about food. As long as the ingredients are of good quality, casual cooking such as steak and lamb chops will not be too bad. He also saw Ronald eating a chicken drumstick on the long Gryffindor table, eager to take a bite. Wayne feels that he should be assigned to Hufflepuff, which is a paradise for foodies.

In other colleges, people chatted while eating, but when it came to Little Badger, it was all about eating. Cedric only cared about saying a few words to Wayne at first, but by the end, his cheeks were stuffed, and he didn't forget to give Wayne a plate. Place a large chicken drumstick. He made me cry to death.

At the guest of honor seat, Snape was chatting with Quirrell. Quirrell had a scarf wrapped around his head, making him look more like an Arab.

"Lawrence, can you get me two Yorkshire puddings?" Hannah looked at him eagerly from a distance away.

"Just call me Wayne, Hannah." Wayne gave her the pudding. The little girl smiled cutely, flicked her braid, and then immersed herself in eating again.

A milky-white ghost was still sitting nearby, introducing and recommending dishes that he thought were good.

Everyone called him the Fat Monk.

The banquet lasted for nearly an hour, and at the end, a variety of desserts were served.

Wayne was grateful for this. Desserts in England were like eating icing sugar, and he didn't want to suffer from diabetes at a young age.

Finally, the pudding disappeared. Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall became calm again.

The young wizards were waiting for the principal's final lecture.

But just as Dumbledore was about to speak, Professor McGonagall suddenly said, "Please wait, Albus. Before you say anything, I have something I need to take care of."

Dumbledore was momentarily stunned. This had never happened before, but he quickly smiled gently and let McGonagall speak first.

Although Old Dumbles was the principal, there were times when McGonagall's sternness made even him back down.

Dumbledore is nominally the headmaster, but Professor McGonagall is responsible for the day-to-day operations of the school.

"George, Fred, starting tomorrow, both of you will be in confinement. You will report to Filch at eight o'clock every night. You will wipe all the trophies in the trophy room three times. You will be released from confinement when you finish wiping them."

The twins, who were still telling jokes to entertain the girls, were momentarily stunned before quickly standing up.

"Why, Professor McGonagall!"

The twins looked confused and aggrieved. They had mischievous intentions, but they hadn't put them into action since arriving at school.

Is early punishment becoming popular now?

"Ask me!" McGonagall glared sternly at the twins.

"Who asked you to scare the young wizards and describe the sorting ceremony so horribly!"

Sprout, a chubby lady who looked very gentle, also smiled and spoke.

"Cedric, you should help too."

Now, both twins and Cedric looked at Wayne.

The case was solved.

Wayne lowered his head shyly as if feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, Professor," the three of them responded dejectedly. Cedric gritted his teeth and whispered, "You tricked us on purpose!"

Wayne remained calm and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm a young wizard who just entered school, I don't understand anything."

"Too bad, you should be sorted into Slytherin," Cedric raised his middle finger.

The twins looked at each other and laughed silently.

Even though they were tricked by Wayne, they found it more interesting. What should they do?

This was much more fun than their silly brother Ronald!

"Okay," Dumbledore spoke, still smiling. "I'm relieved to see that you are still so energetic."

"However, I still want to highlight a few things."

"Attention first-year students, no students are allowed to enter the forested area on the school grounds. Our old classmates should also remember this."

His bright eyes glanced at the twins, but they were busy planning how to get back to Wayne and didn't notice at all.

It's just a wink thrown at a blind man.

"Additionally, Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors between classes."

"A Quidditch review will also be held during the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the varsity team can contact Ms. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Wayne curled his lips disdainfully.

Old Dumble words are simply saying that he buried all his treasures and glory in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

Go find it!

The little lions are already gearing up now.

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song!" Dumbledore said loudly.

All teachers and students stood up, and Wayne also stood up.

At the same time, the system in his mind sent out a prompt.

[Congratulations to the host....]