Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

When Dumbledore arrived in the kitchen, there were only busy house elves left and right in the wide room.

"Deng ... Mr. Dumbledore! Oh my god, is it Albus? Mr. Dumbledore!"

As the old man walked into the kitchen, all the house-elves stopped working in their hands and looked at the old white-haired wizard with white hair and silver whiskers by the doorway.

As the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Dumbledore is arguably the most familiar and admired human wizard of all elves. However, most of the time, they are in the principal's office, or accept various work arrangements directly according to the magic message. It is very rare to go directly to the kitchen like this.

According to the experience of house elves, this situation usually represents ...

"Relax, I have no blame and dissatisfaction."

Dumbledore smiled gently, and his eyes swept through every corner of the kitchen as if slowly.

In a messy kitchen aisle, several house elves are cleaning up food debris falling on the ground, which looks a bit like the skeleton of a poultry and steak bones, and the culprit responsible for all this has long been missing.

It seems that I can ask two fewer questions. Dumbledore's eyes twitched and said gently, "I just have a few small doubts, and I need your help to answer them."

Even if I did n’t catch it right, in Dumbledore ’s mind, the only thing that could do such a bold and arrogant thing is probably the only one with the infamous silver hair problem that dare to take the school secretly and mortgage it before school. child.

But what made Dumbledore more curious is that in his opinion, with Elina ’s current personal appeal, whether it is to convince the house elves not to give any warning to the school teacher, or to encourage other first-year freshmen to help "rob" "The kitchen, to be honest, is still somewhat worse.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, it's all our dereliction of duty! We are really not too bad! It's just a basic food supply, we are not prepared."

At this moment, a house elf closest to Dumbledore stood up excitedly, screaming, his face full of guilt and self-blame, and his slender knuckles rubbed his napkin.

"Stupid, we didn't even think of such an obvious reminder. The event planned by the great Mr. Dumbledore must not be that simple! We didn't reserve a part of ingredients and energy to reward students who break through the conventional way of thinking. We specially set the eggs ... "

The event egg he designed? Very obvious hint? The reward of breaking through conventional thinking?

Dumbledore's face flashed a bit of consternation quickly.

In a trance, the face of the house elf in front of him vaguely coincided with the goblin commissioner of the Gu Ling Pavilion, and a bad feeling of familiarity slowly poured into the mind of the old wizard.

"... The main thing is that we didn't expect to prepare so much food to take away," the house elf continued.

Dumbledore waved his hand in disapproval, and said easily, "However, a group of children who have just turned eleven should not be able to get much. In short, put other dishes of the students in the auditorium as soon as possible."

Although the limited roast turkey at noon today is estimated to be too late to re-roast, but at least some food should be left, Dumbledore tried to think in a more optimistic direction.

As for Elena ’s things, you can find time later and slowly educate, after all, this was originally because of the incompleteness of the rules he specified. What's more, she flexibly quoted Ms. Ravenclaw's motto as a shield.

"Yeah, fortunately, there is Mr. Hagrid, who is the guard of the hunting grounds, otherwise the children alone will certainly not be able to win."

Yeah, fortunately, Hagrid ...

Ok? ! Hagrid!

Following the house elf's words, Dumbledore nodded with a smile, his expression suddenly changed, and a strong ominous hunch became clearer.

"Wait, that little devil took it ... oh no, what is left in the kitchen now ?!"

"Are you talking about Miss Caslana? Except for the salted cured meat in the cellar, including grilled sausages, all the cooked meat was taken away." The house elf bowed his head respectfully, faithfully Replied.

Well!

Dumbledore only felt a sudden blackness in front of him, and his heart began to cramp again. He is no stranger to this feeling. After all, this is the second time this year.

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At the same time, the forest farm outside Hogwarts Castle was open.

Dozens of white tablecloths for the tabletop were spread out on the ground, and the little wizards who had just looted the kitchen just like a picnic, gathered together in groups of five or six-because of physical problems, Hagrid was alone Accounted for a "picnic cloth".

The center of each table cloth is filled with various foods: minced meat pies, grilled sausages, french fries, grilled chicken legs, potato chips, cooked cabbage, and of course Yorkshire pudding, grape tarts, fruit cakes A lot of desserts are also brought. (At Elina ’s suggestion, food like grilled turkey, fried steak, etc., which are not easy to carry, are eaten directly in the kitchen.)

"Is there really no problem? I always feel a little uneasy ..."

Hermione squeezed a minced meat pie in both hands, biting in a small bite and muttering softly on the side.

Although so far, the entire process has been exceptionally smooth, most of the situation can be consistent with Elena's statement. But she still found some strange doubts.

For example, Elena ’s near-intimate phenomenon in some cases, when she announced that all freshmen left the kitchen, she even used a little violence to force "persuasive" greedy freshmen to move-although For this, Elena ’s explanation is: in order not to delay the house elves preparing food for the next group of students.

For example, it was clearly Dumbledore ’s "Easter Eggs ~ www.ltnovel.com ~" set up to reward everyone. However, in the whole process, Professor Dumbledore did not appear in front of the little wizards to congratulate and praise.

"You have to concentrate on eating, and you don't have to worry about it. Come and try this, it tastes pretty good."

Elena patted Little Hermione's shoulder easily with her face, fork a grilled sausage with browned oil, and put it in front of the girl.

"Um, thank you."

Hermione, who did n’t have both hands, opened her mouth obediently, took a bite of sausage, and said vaguely, “However, since it ’s an egg, why has n’t you seen Professor Dumbledore? Is this illogical?”

"Okay, do n’t think so much. You just do n’t know much about Professor Dumbledore ’s character. He is not the kind of politician who will make a long speech when everyone is hungry. He wo n’t be eating. disturb……"

At this moment, in the direction of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, the "broadcast" that appeared before rang again. However, this time, Dumbledore's voice was not so gentle, as if it were a mechanical sound without temperature.

"Emergency notice, emergency notice."

"Elena Caslana, first grade at Hufflepuff College, come to the principal's office immediately!"

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Well, today I saw a [Chief Reminder Officer] activity. According to the description, it seems that after winning the first place, any work can be added at will.

The round-faced fat chicken who likes to read shows that he likes this thing! ! ! So, I sent a comment that reminded me of Hogwarts on my tongue.

Um, didn't you say there were no more rules? Now, let's make a bet. If my item finally gets the first praise, then I will evolve into a sacred Wuchang Angel, Wuchang, said that. However, if you do n’t have one, you wo n’t have to dismiss a fatter **** in the future ~