A Cup of Toilet Water a Day
The Entrance Hall was bathed in the glow of torches, and the group passed through two large doors into a long-awaited Great Hall.
The Great Hall was packed with four long college dining tables, and the magic in the ceiling was shining brightly, filled with mushroom clouds of explosions.
Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the few silver-white ghosts that adorned the Great Hall.
Most of the students had already sat down and looked up at William and the others who had entered last. A deliberately hushed discussion immediately filled the Great Hall.
William didn't mind and walked through the crowd toward the Ravenclaw table.
Luna had already reserved seats for them, and William and Cho sat down next to her.
Luna was watching "The Quibbler," wearing sunglasses as if to protect her eyes from the light from the ceiling.
William glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and realized that he hadn't watched "The Quibbler" for a while, and it had changed its style.
I used to like writing cheap, sensationalist stories, like crystal skulls, the end of the world, and souls weighing 21 grams...
Any story that is intriguing and eye-catching is a favorite of Old Lovegood.
He made money this way and raised Luna.
Now, their style has completely changed, and they're starting to take the route of "spiritual poison."
For example, the article Luna is currently reading with great interest:
A young wizard went to work at Muggle hotel and was assigned to clean toilets. He felt nauseous S.P.E.W., felt disappointed, and wanted to leave.
Muggle appeared just in time, cleaned the toilet, scooped a cup of water from it, and drank it all in one gulp.
Then he taught the wizard: You haven't tried hard enough.
The young wizard felt deeply ashamed and resolved to do every little thing well, so he drank a glass of toilet water every day to detoxify and beautify his skin...
Decades later, through tireless efforts, this young man finally became the Minister for Magic.
That's right, this young man is Cornelius Fudge.
Laifu grew up drinking toilet water?!
This has a strong "Yilin" magazine vibe. Although William doesn't like Fudge, he feels this is the worst he's ever been portrayed in a negative light.
It's not easy for Luna to grow up so well, even though she's a bit odd, but she has a healthy set of values...
Several ghosts were whispering around the table; not only were the Ravenclaw ghosts there, but those from other houses were too.
William tilted his ear and listened carefully for a while.
It turns out that Peeves was causing trouble in the kitchen again, and everyone was trying to figure out how to deal with him.
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This isn't really the fault of the Peeves.
During last year's Triwizard Tournament, the ghosts were afraid he would play pranks and cause a bad influence on Hogwarts.
So I discussed it with Peeves and agreed that he could attend the annual New Year's Eve party.
But this year, the ghosts reneged on their promise, and in his anger, Peeves went and vandalized the kitchen.
Although William was on Peeves' side, judging from the ghosts' appearance, he suspected they might not get a hot meal tonight.
Suddenly, Qiu nudged William with her hand and raised her chin to indicate the main table.
William's gaze passed over the heads of his classmates and landed on the long faculty table at the front of the Great Hall.
Dumbledore has returned from Vienna.
He was dressed in a deep purple robe covered with silver stars and a matching pointed hat, and sat in the middle of the high-backed gold chair, looking very energetic.
Dumbledore tilted his head toward Professor Flitwick and was chatting with him.
Professor McGonagall isn't here; she's probably dealing with Sturgis's matter.
But that's not what Qiu wanted to say. She tilted her head and said:
"I haven't seen a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor!"
Last academic year, Mad-Eye Moody served as a professor at Hogwarts for a year.
Even Luna, who appreciates eccentricities, couldn't, frankly, give this former Auror's teaching ability a very high rating.
But Moody felt pretty good about himself; not only did he not want to leave, he also planned to continue teaching for a few more years.
Why?
At Hogwarts, you can not only catch Death Eaters have been on the run for years, but also face all sorts of life-threatening dangers and unexpected disasters.
It's even more dangerous than being Auror.
When Moody said this, his face was almost expressionless; you couldn't tell if he genuinely liked the place or was just being sarcastic.
Anyway, what he said was basically implying that the school was unsafe.
Therefore, Snape was a black sheep, the rotten apple in Professor X's team!
Anyone who works with him for a year or two will inevitably pick up that sophisticated rhetoric—the skill of being sarcastic and sarcastic.
Whether it's sarcastic or genuine affection, Moody does want to remain at Hogwarts.
Because he's using this place as an Auror training base!
Moody felt he could have a second spring in his life and worked hard to provide the Ministry of Magic with qualified Auror.
But Dumbledore dared not keep him in his position.
As it turns out, Old Moody's magic resistance wasn't stronger than Quirrell's and the others.
If William hadn't used the time loop, Moody's body would have already sunk to the bottom of the Black Lake and been fed to Grindylow.
If things are like this in the first year, and he continues to stay in the position in the second year, he probably won't be able to teach for more than a week or two before he dies prematurely and has nowhere to be buried.
Dumbledore had no choice but to let Moody go and start looking for a new unlucky guy.
As for that person, why didn't they come?
He's still in prison, of course he can't come!
Just then, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and the first-year students, led by Professor Snape, entered the Great Hall.
He was also carrying a stool with a wizard's hat on it.
The Sorting Hat's lips were pursed high, as if it disliked Snape.
The Sorting Hat was covered in patches, and if Anne hadn't helped him bathe, the stench emanating from it could have been smelled from hundreds of meters away.
And it still has the nerve to complain about Snape's lack of hygiene?
Snape didn't notice the Sorting Hat's movements; he glanced around, and the buzzing conversation in the Great Hall immediately subsided.
It felt like we weren't in a sorting class, but in Potions Class.
The first-year students were all trembling with fear; this strange old man seemed difficult to get along with.
The entire school held its breath, waiting. Then, the Sorting Hat began to sing.
There have been some changes this time.
In the past, the Sorting Hat mostly boasted about itself.
Forget about being beautiful and intelligent; she can beat up the idiots of Gryffindor and kick the mentally challenged Slytherin.
Incidentally... this describes the different qualities valued by the four colleges.
If they encounter an interesting student, they might chat about philosophy of life for a while, and incidentally scare the little wizard.
For example, you could tell them that they've hired the wrong person, that they're actually a Muggle or Squib, and that they should go back to where they came from.
Some students who were fooled actually burst into tears on the spot.
The Sorting Hat is a scoundrel... it's the modern-day Sorting Hat!
I don't know who he learned it from, but after being taken out to play by Anne for several holidays, he turned into this shameless person he is now.
But tonight... the Sorting Hat is acting out of character, starting to tell the story of the Four Founders.
What about Gryffindor and Slytherin being half-brothers, with an unbreakable bond of friendship?
Or perhaps, Ravenclaw with her two useless men, and her gluttonous best friend—the badger-raising expert Hufflepuff.
Then, changing the subject, he told everyone about the differences among the Four Founders and their departure from Hogwarts.
Finally, the Sorting Hat used the story of one wand breaking easily, but ten wands breaking to warn everyone:
We must unite.
To achieve an unbreakable friendship.
Has even the Sorting Hat, like Lovegood, adopted a toxic, motivational approach?
If Hagrid weren't here, William would definitely have shown him something:
What does it mean to be able to easily break twenty magic wands?
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