A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

As the door was pushed open, a beam of warm orange-red light came into view of Yunefo, followed by cheerful laughter, which flew out like a fairy.

I saw that the kitchen was spacious and spacious. The four walls were made of large yellow bricks, and there were four long black oak tables in the middle, which corresponded to the auditorium above.

At one of the tables, there were dozens of Hufflepuff students sitting around, eating, drinking and chatting, and some people waved their wands to change their hair into various shapes.

No wonder I didn't see any of them on the road, it turned out to be all here.

Following the tangy aroma, Unieff saw a pile of sumptuous food on the long table.

Potato chips, pea shoots, carrots, apple pie, syrup tarts, chocolate lightning puffs, fried jam doughnuts, jam roll pudding, strawberries, jelly...

Although there was no meat to eat, his stomach was still churning, and he let out a long howl like a wind tunnel. In his stomach, he seemed to have a hungry lone wolf howling at the moon on the top of the cliff.

This voice suddenly attracted all eyes.

"Yunefo?" Before he could be embarrassed, the owner of one of the eyes called out his name in surprise.

Unieff looked at the voice and was surprised to find that Hilliard was also here.

He was sitting next to a chestnut-haired girl with pimples on her face, who was a head or two shorter than him. He was holding a spoonful of rice pudding in his hand and looked up, as if he was eating it for himself.

This guy…

Four blushes appeared on the faces of Hilliard and the girl next to him at about the same time, but the former was worthy of being a Ravenclaw prefect, and his face quickly returned to normal, greeting Unieff as if nothing had happened. Go over and let Unieff sit on the other side of him.

At the same time, he also explained the situation in the kitchen.

Simply put, it's the Hufflepuff Welcome Party.

Although it was the opening feast yesterday, Hufflepuff has its own historical tradition.

As for him, a Ravenclaw prefect, why did he appear at the Hufflepuff party...

Hilliard lowered his head and smiled at the girl, saying, "Should I be attending as a family member?"

Unieff was speechless, recalling Penello's words: I've known him for three or four years and we haven't known each other well.

So it turned out that they were familiar with other academies...

Not much to comment, Unione ate the chocolate lightning puff in one bite, drank a sip of spiced mead, and then picked up three pieces of potato chips and put them together in his mouth, instantly feeling that his stomach and heart were empty. Being filled, being satisfied from the inside out.

The kitchen is such a great place!

"Would you like some barbecue?" Hilliard said. "We weren't really hungry, so we just had snacks, drinks and desserts."

Unieff nodded.

Hilliard knocked on the table and said, "Please have a grilled steak, thank you."

Soon, a plate of grilled steak appeared out of thin air on the table, and there was a little golden oil sizzling on the surface, and Union couldn't help but move his index finger.

He cut a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, only to feel the full meaty texture of the beef dancing on his taste buds.

It's weird to say, I didn't feel so delicious yesterday, maybe because I wasn't in the mood at the time.

"If it's not enough, you can call again." Hilliard said, "There are not many opportunities like this, and even Hufflepuffs don't always eat and drink in the kitchen."

Unieff nodded, but suddenly felt that Hilliard was more like Hufflepuff than Ravenclaw.

However, this impression soon changed.

Hilliard said, "There's one thing I'm a little concerned about."

"Huh?" Unieff raised his head, Hilliard was quite tall.

"About the secret door in the kitchen," he said. "The first grade should not know."

"Er." Teeth chewed the beef.

"I don't necessarily need to know, but I'm just curious." He said, "Today is the third time I've met you, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once now. Every time I'm a little surprised."

"So I'm a little concerned." He grabbed the fries, exactly three, laid out a triangle on the table, and said, "You know, three is a wonderful number. In divination, it exists as the smallest polar number. It includes a beginning, middle, and end, representing the concept of wholeness and completion."

"According to this principle, when the same kind of thing happens for the third time, there should be a little obvious change. For example, three lines form a triangle, which is the most stable shape." He said, "Of course, it is not certain. It's a rather vague thing after all, but I don't think it's a big deal, especially since you do make me care, and I don't care much about it."

Unieff took a sip of mead and thought about how to respond.

But before he could swallow the mead, Hilliard cried out in pain, and his whole body leaned to the other side.

"Don't waste food!" Hilliard's Hufflepuff girlfriend said angrily, and then saw her look apologetically, "Sorry, he just gets sick sometimes."

"This is not a disease...Margaret..." Hilliard retorted in a weak voice, "By the way, can you be lighter? I don't have as much fat as you, and theoretically, it will be very painful. ."

There was a faint smile on Margaret's face, and Unieff captured the movement of her joints and muscles from her shoulders to her wrists, and even turned her sitting position a little bit. The amplitude is small, but in terms of the utilization rate of body muscles, the strength should be very large.

Hilliard turned pale and gritted his teeth.

This time it wasn't theoretically painful, but really painful.

After a while, Margaret asked him to pick up the three chips on the table and dip them in ketchup.

"You know, saving food is a traditional virtue of wizards." Hilliard said helplessly, "As a prefect, I should lead by example."

Yunev couldn't help but laugh.

Some little witches peeked over.

"I can find the secret door," Unieff said. "It's a little talent."

He felt that there was nothing to hide about this ability, and Hilliard gave him a good impression. He introduced him to the method of submitting manuscripts, and he did not trouble him during the history of magic class.

Hilliard raised his eyebrows and looked very interested: "What is the specific situation?"

Yunefu thought for a while and said, "It's just that you can roughly perceive where the door is, and it's hard to explain in detail."

"That's a very practical talent." Hilliard sighed, "You will definitely be able to show your skills at Hogwarts."

"How?" Eugene asked.

Hilliard leaned closer and asked in a school-exam tone, "What do you think the first thing you do when you go to an unfamiliar place?"

Unieff thought for a while and replied, "Do you understand the environment?"

"Then what is the purpose of knowing the environment?" he continued.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Unieff said, that's what he's done in the past.

Then I saw Hilliard knocking on the table, lightly.

"Exactly!" he said, "I think we might get along. People who think like this should be my friends."