"Why was that Handy Robot at the staff table too?" Pansy was a little confused and instinctively looked toward Emily.
"Maybe they opened a housekeeping class for Potter and the others?... I hear he was very good at it at his aunt's house, better than a house-elf... If they did open one, he'd definitely get an O." Draco looked at Potter and said it with a malicious grin, then swept his gaze over the staff table. He did not see Vladimir Bordlovsky, the "Long-Eye" who had looked after him back at Durmstrang, which made him let out a breath of relief. "The others are all Madam Ramona Rosier and her people. They used to be Allen's guards..."
Just then, the doors to the dining hall were pushed open. A long line of first-years who looked as if they had not yet recovered from a fright were led into the Great Hall by Professor Flitwick. Because today's uniforms were robes customized according to each house's style, these young wizards looked more or less the same as in previous years at the moment, simply wearing plain black cloaks. However, the hoods on the cloaks had been required to stay over their heads, and with only their chins showing beneath the shadows cast by the hoods, they seemed somewhat mysterious.
But that rather solemn image was broken at once. Several children were so frightened they jumped on the spot, and quite a few let out shrill screams. As a traditional reserved program, a great crowd of ghosts suddenly darted out from the walls. These pearly-white, translucent ghosts glided across the entire hall, whispering to one another as they passed in front of the first-years, pretending to pay little attention to them—though The Grey Lady, who had announced at the end of last term