The table that was empty one second was filled with all kinds of delicacies the next.
The little wizards started feasting without much hesitation.
Harry was still thinking about what Dumbledore had just said.
"Is he a little crazy?"
Harry asked Percy hesitantly. Percy refuted his statement, saying that Dumbledore was a genius and the best wizard in the world, but he also agreed with Harry. Even in his eyes, Dumbledore was somewhat crazy.
Of course, he also put a lot of potatoes on Harry's plate.
Hermione listened to Dumbledore's four words without beginning and end, but couldn't help but think of what Luke said when he introduced the four houses to her.
Thinking this, she couldn't help but look at the Slytherin table again.
She saw that Luke was chatting happily with the students. The senior students seemed to be looking forward to talking with him. Hermione turned her head and glanced again at where Harry was.
Well, the treatment of the two people is almost the same...
"Hey Hermione, who's the wizard in your family?"
A little witch of the same age next to her suddenly asked.
Hermione looked at the classmate who had just been sorted into Gryffindor after her, and listened to the few words coming from the dining table.
It seems like everyone is talking about this topic.
So Hermione responded with a smile: "I am the only one in my family who is a wizard. When I received the letter, my parents were frightened. They thought it was someone's prank!"
"I'm about the same. My mother is a wizard in my family, and then..."
Not only Gryffindor, but also the other four houses are basically like this. They are strangers, and the topics they chat with often revolve around their families and past experiences.
But the atmosphere at the Slytherin table didn't seem as lively as the other three houses.
Luke saw the plate of Yangzhou fried rice in front of him and immediately looked up at Professor McGonagall's seat, while Professor McGonagall smiled slightly and showed the tableware in her hand.
That's a pair of chopsticks.
Luke laughed dumbly, and after nodding to the professor, he also started to eat happily.
The dishes on the table include classic dishes from almost all countries in Europe. But only local British food is ignored.
But Luke also noticed that there were many people chatting with each other on the table, but some people were obviously isolated.
For example, next to Luke, Taylor was just eating. She didn't look gloomy at this time, but her messy hair still made it hard to see her face clearly.
"Luke, are you a pureblood too? I saw that they seemed to welcome you just now."
On the other side of Luke, a Slytherin freshman asked while eating roast chicken.
"Well, I am a pure blood, from the Gaunt family. What about you?"
Luke naturally responded enthusiastically. He remembered the boy's name, Humphrey Hagen.
"I, ha, I'm a mixed race, but my parents didn't tell me until I got the letter. My mother, although she's a wizard, she can't do magic."
He said this, and then shook his head: "She said so herself, she was very happy when I received the letter."
Luke nodded, he could imagine that feeling. The Squib is an anomaly among its kind. And when your children don't have to suffer like you, you can imagine the excitement.
He could also see that Humphrey should know the word 'squib', but for various reasons, it was difficult for a son to say such almost insulting words.
"you……"
As soon as Luke finished speaking, he was interrupted by others.
"Ha, a squib's child, and a half-blood? Why were you sorted into Slytherin?"
A sharp and deliberate voice broke into everyone's ears.
The contempt and sarcasm in his tone were barely concealed.
Luke's brows suddenly frowned, and the smile on his face faded. Taylor next to him also raised his head, revealing his sea-blue eyes hidden by his long golden hair.
Humphrey's face turned pale, and then turned red uncontrollably.
He turned around and looked at the person who said this.
Luke remembered the man's name.
Blaise Chabini. This was the last student during the sorting process just now.
"Say it again!" Humphrey shouted angrily.
Blaise didn't pay attention to Humphrey's anger. He said to Luke with a smile on his face: "Hello, Mr. Gunter, my name is Blaise Shabini. You should have heard of the Shabini family. Although we don’t have a long heritage like the Gunter family, fortunately we have always paid attention to maintaining the purity of our bloodline.”
"We didn't let Muggles tarnish our noble bloodline."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand.
"I suppose you would prefer to be friends with equally noble people."
Luke was shocked. He looked at Blaise who seemed to be very proud in front of him in astonishment. It was difficult for him to understand the child's brain circuit for a while.
Although this seems similar to Malfoy's arrogant remarks on the train. But compared to the dispute between the two families, Shabini directly faced the mixed-blood wizard and the Muggle wizard this time.
Although blood theory is indeed prevalent in Slytherin now. But this doesn't mean that there are only purebloods in this academy. There are indeed not many Muggle wizards, but the proportion of half-blood wizards in the academy is not low.
Is this guy so brave...
Shabini had a smile on her face, as if she was expecting the approval of Luke, the heir to such a big family. After all, although the Shabini family has made a lot of money over the years and has begun to move closer to the nobles, it seems that no family with enough weight has ever recognized them. His father was worried about this.
However, such troubles will no longer appear today. When he heard that the heir of the Gaunt family would enter Hogwarts with him this year, he went to collect a lot of legends about the Gaunt family.
They are noble, arrogant, polite and elegant to nobles, and contemptuous and disgusting to Muggles. This is exactly what he thought. Especially when he saw how the Gaunt family dealt with those dirty Muggles in those stories, he wanted to take their place.
At that moment he felt like a spiritual Gunter.
Therefore, he believed that he and the heir of the Gaunt family must be natural friends.
So when he was sure that the person next to him was a disgusting mixed-race and a squib child, he immediately spoke.
Presumably, Luke Gunter must also agree with what I just said.
He thought so.
Before Luke could speak, another sarcastic voice came from across the table.
"Oh, Shabini? The family that buys socks? How dare you call yourself a noble? What kind of noble bloodline do you have? You really dare to put gold on your face!"
