Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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Obviously, the allure of food varies from person to person.

"Albus...Don't be stunned! Is it because the desserts on the table don't suit your appetite?"

"..."

The old man did not answer.

Dumbledore, who had just returned to the principal’s office, was standing by the door at this moment, looking at Grindelwald sitting behind the desk with an intriguing look, not caring about the desserts on the table. .

A strange and terrible atmosphere gradually spread in the room.

"...Uh, Mr. Principal? You probably didn't have dinner, right, here are some desserts I specially saved for you..."

"..." Dumbledore answered him with calm eyes.

"...Uh... Albus?"

Grindelwald was thinking about the countermeasures, while continuing to think about shifting Dumbledore's attention to food.

"That kid, what did you say to her?"

"It's just some old things, there is no danger, beautiful love story!"

Grindelwald's botched explanation didn't produce any effect, only an expression of growing indifferent.

Just when Green Grindelwald was about to try another way, Dumbledore sighed suddenly, and then the old man walked over with a bit of fatigue, picking up a piece of pudding covered with maple syrup and putting it in his mouth.

"Why do everything work normally, you still want to add some unstable variables to it."

"Uh... this... you know, actually I am not totally optimistic about the future described by the child, or how should I describe it... Fairy tales are ultimately an unattainable illusion, and sooner or later she will have to return to reality."

"You are playing with fire, Gail! You should know the worst consequences, right?"

"Of course, of course!... Of course! Don’t you want to see where the child’s limit is? This is not learning how to wave a wand in the classroom. This is subverting the world! From magic to science, from matter to thought!"

Grindelwald shook a finger covered with icing and grinned nonchalantly.

"How am I willing to stand behind the scenes as a spectator with such an interesting thing? Taking advantage of my name is useful..."

"You won't succeed. After so long, you still don't understand why you failed in the first place—"

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald calmly and said softly with a smile on his face.

"I'm not saying that there is a huge loophole in your plan, but that child... From the beginning, she was not driven by the desire for power, hatred, or even guardianship-the era that belongs to ours has passed. ."

"Even if it's me on the side of the balance? Dear Albus, you never believed in faith."

"No matter who it is, she will not use sacrifice as a bargaining chip, don't you understand? She is different from us."

Dumbledore shook his head and waved his right hand casually.

In the next moment, all the portraits of the principal's office with ears secretly pricked up behind the curtain.

"Even you? Gellert Grindelwald? She wouldn't allow you to sacrifice yourself to light the door of the new world—as for why I didn't stop the lady who just left the office? I know you want to ask this."

Dumbledore said confidently, glancing at the old man who had known each other for nearly a hundred years.

"I'm just curious? How many times will you fail? Will you understand how terrible that girl is?"

"More? It's really a headache of confidence."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and snorted softly.

"Sounds like that? Professor Dumbledore has seen the ending... I don't know when you mastered the ability to predict?"

"It's just a trivial reasoning."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face? His eyes stopped for a moment on a messy dining table? Suddenly.

"I almost forgot to ask, is the red wine served in the Hogwarts kitchen tonight good?"

"As always, it's a pity that I didn't give it to you—wait?!"

Grindelwald replied carelessly? His face gradually stiffened.

Accompanied by Dumbledore's inexplicable question? A small detail that he had overlooked before suddenly appeared, and Grindelwald suddenly felt a chill as if the blood vessels of his body were injected into bone-piercing dry ice.

An unspeakable feeling, it seems that the water in the whole body will turn into sweat and evaporate instantly.

"In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even if the students and the professor eat at the same table..."

Dumbledore said? Shaking his head compassionately, he took the last piece of candied pineapple from the petrified old demon.

"This doesn't mean that the table is reliable? Underage children are not allowed to drink. It seems that when you were with Elena before? This is still very good-don't worry, but it is the simplest extension. It’s just a petrochemical medicine."

"..."

Grindelwald's body gradually became stiff? The upper and lower gums were locked together and could not speak.

In the first half of his life in the magical world? The almost invincible Dark Lord only had his eyes rolling? Looking at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"Guess what the kid said to me when he left the auditorium? So that I had to trot back?"

Dumbledore stood up, crossed Grindelwald, and drew a clean syringe from the desk drawer.

"The red wine sent to the office upstairs tonight was mixed with petrochemicals. Professor, when you go back, remember to give grandpa an injection first to control the precarious blood sugar of that old guy. By the way, help me convey a word..."

Dumbledore clumsily knocked on a bottle of insulin injection and fumbled a few times on Grindelwald.

"Those who provoked disagreements will be punished twice for the losers-you've already lost a mess."

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at the same time.

Ravenclaw College, female dormitory.

"Very good, let it go-there is nothing wrong with this letter."

Elena gently touched the head of the grain reserve, waved her magic wand, and the letter paper on the table was folded and sealed again.

As the underground queen of Hogwarts, although she cannot monitor all external communications, she focuses on monitoring those "extraditioners" from Russia, which is almost the most basic information security and anti-espionage measures.

Of course...

"You're free, go ahead and deliver the letter... It's not an easy journey from the Scottish Highlands to St. Petersburg. Maybe a geography class will have to be added to Hogwarts later, Ur—"

Elena's fingers gleaming with white light, lightly poked the big brown barn chicken that was caught with a round face.

Gu Gu?

Goo! Cuckoo!

In the next moment, the big fat chicken, which was originally a little stubborn, instantly regained its spirit, and fluttered with pride.

Just like the recovery effect when it acts on the human body, when the healing magic text is in effect, it will not distinguish what form of life the other party is. Elena discovered this when staying temporarily at Scamander's house during the vacation. a little.

Healing is not a transient behavior, which means that it can be improved as a long-term gain.

If you give an example, it is roughly similar to the one-time healing magic in the online game of the future, optimized to be cast on the target, and continue to heal the target for a period of time.

Because I am not very skilled for the time being, the duration is not long, but it is somewhat useful after all.

"Okay, you are strengthened. Go ahead..."

Elena re-tied the envelope on its ankle, walked to the window and opened her hand lightly.

Immediately afterwards, the girl glanced at the few girls in line behind her, and said softly with a smile.

"This window is lent to you, remember not to sit on my bed and read letters, otherwise I will definitely beat you to death! As you know, one of the family mottos of the Kaslana family is to keep your promises-yes, I Go to Luna."

"Kaslana, don't go too far, obviously..."

"You say one more thing, and I will stew your owl! Even with your boyfriend!"

Elena glanced at the girl who was silent for an instant, shook her head helplessly, threatening fiercely.

"Remember, if you are still next to my bed tomorrow morning... hum, then wait for the owl soup!"

With the end of the "Potato War" last semester, the bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory by the window suddenly became hot.

Of course, this is not because the outside scenery suddenly becomes better.

In Hogwarts, where electromagnetic signals are completely shielded, most of the inter-academic love can only be passed on letter paper.

As the only two colleges at Hogwarts that have independent towers as dormitories, Ravenclaw and the little wizards of Gryffindor College naturally have a unique advantage in mutual complaints-unlike the Muggle School. Auntie in charge.

The order of the dormitory after Hogwarts turns off the lights almost entirely depends on the management of the deans of each college.

When the prefect of the college and even the chairman of the student union began to say goodnight to each other with "boyfriends" and "girlfriends" in the dormitory with the help of owls, and when they said good night, they could "come and come" until the middle of the night. Of course, the few half-open windows where owls can be sent have become the most important battlegrounds for "soldiers".

Even the couples in the same college, after turning off the lights, occasionally secretly send messages to each other.

Of course, in addition to this, there are some more special groups.

For example, waiting for you by the window, watching the dogs and the men and women chat with envy, while waiting for the reply of your own long letter — even if there is only one sentence, "I'm going to bed" most of the time Good night.

There are also those single little wizards who sleep peacefully with pillows and bedding in corners where moonlight can't find them.

as well as……

"Elena, don't move your hands, you're so sleepy—"

"You pressed my hair..."

"Oh-then why don't you sleep in your own bed?"

"They are sending letters over there, huhu..."

"Then who were you writing to just now? I heard the voice of reserve food!"

"Sleep, sleep--so sleepy."

"..."

Luna looked at the face that was close at hand, fell asleep in a second, really thought she was a three-year-old child?

Then she turned her head and looked at the window next to Elena's bed.

Either the food reserve or the big brown barn owl that was captured has disappeared at this time, only three or four are left wrapped in the plush blankets sent by the elves, sitting cautiously on the wall waiting for a reply Girls.

Hogwarts students can't take the initiative to summon house elves in the dormitory, this is the privilege of only a few people.

Luna, who has been studying the magical creatures since childhood, is very clear that even the house elves in Hogwarts will not act at will without clear orders-making her own claim, which is quite a serious fault.

Luna's light silver eyes looked at Elena's trembling ears, she knew the girl was not asleep.

"Why don't you tell them? Actually, there is absolutely no need to..."

"What do you think? I'm the big devil in the future-super fierce one!"

Elena murmured angrily, tugged on the quilt, and turned to the other side.

She really is that kind of arrogant but gentle witch, Elena.

This gave her an unfounded premonition: even if one day Elena really becomes the big devil, the guys who stand on the opposite side of her will probably survive somehow, and then everyone will live happily Together?

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"Come on, I specially sorted out some materials, and now send them to everyone-this is unpublished content -"

Unknowingly, a week has passed since the Hogwarts course, but Elena still feels a little weird whenever she sees Guidro Lockhart on the podium carefully preparing courseware and speaking about behavioral skills.

Perhaps it is because the influence of the previous life movies is too deep, she still feels unreal from time to time.

As one of the most well-known best-selling writers in the magic world, Guidro Lockhart still maintains his bursting sense of lens, even in the course for the first-year students, but also maintains an extremely bright smile and strict Teaching attitude.

Even if he repeatedly emphasized that most of his previous works were purely fictitious, he could not erase the increasingly legendary discussion among the students.

In the eyes of most students, this "grammar" professor, who has never shown magical power at Hogwarts, may not be inferior to the four deans. Those humble words are just to make them understand Focus on textbooks

As the course deepens, all smarter students can find evidence in the Lockhart Series.

It is difficult for fictional stories to show the authenticity of the details, and there is no perfection in this world.

This is what Professor Lockhart told the students in the first grammar class. At the same time, this is also the reason why it is used to ask students to write small essays based on their own experience-which in turn has become the evidence for students. Core point.

Except for a few works that obviously use exaggeration, most of Professor Lockhart does not lack real details~www.ltnovel.com~In other words...

"Professor Lockhart is not a liar! Elena, you are jealous!"

Hermione flushed annoyedly, and snatched her timetable from the white hair dumpling.

In that curriculum, all the grammar lessons were circled by her in a pink heart shape-in ​​fact, it was not just Hermione alone, at least one-third of the girls did it... Lavin Crow College is particularly serious.

"Bandon did have an incident of ungirl ghosts, and was finally successfully expelled by a mysterious wizard. Whether it is local reports or scattered literature records in the magic world, even the weather, they are all with the professor. The details in the book "Break with the Female Ghost" are exactly the same." (Note 1)

"As for what you are talking about, the professor has never been to Thailand at all. It may be what he said..."

Hermione Granger glanced sideways at Elena and raised her chin proudly, "That only means that you haven't read the "Break with the Female Ghost" written by the professor at all. The place mentioned in the professor's book , In Ireland, it has nothing to do with Thailand at all!"

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Note 1 (free)

In many translation books, even "Break with the Female Ghost" on Baidu Encyclopedia writes "Wan Lun" instead of "Bandon", based on the line once said by Guidro Lockhart: "I It’s not that Wanlun’s female ghost is driven away by a smile.” Most non-in-depth HP book fans will be misled by the translated literature and mistake Wanlun for southern Thailand

It is a pity that Rowling is not referring to the "Suratthani House" in Thailand, but the hometown of the female ghost (the mourning banshee)-Ireland, a town in County Cork, the "Bandon" located in the wide valley of the Bandon River

Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue