Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Really? I don't believe it."

Elena looked at Myrtle suspiciously.

"Aren't you colluding with Professor Dumbledore in advance?"

"It's true, if Miss Kaslana you bet on this..."

Myrtle's voice raised a little bit, and she looked at the mad girl timidly, and said cautiously.

"So from Professor Dumbledore’s point of view, he didn’t deceive you. But I’m not obsessed with it. I’m just a bit more clumsy than others. After all, I’m from a Muggle family and I need to catch up too much. too much--"

"Hey, so to speak, you really are... the once-in-a-century top student who ruled Hogwarts."

Elena was stunned, her expression as if Christmas was over early.

Facing Elena's unbelievable and suspicious gaze, a strange emotion rose in Myrtle's heart.

It's just that this subtle pride is quickly overwhelmed by another kind of depression.

Myrtle lowered her head in despair, and it seemed that the mist was beginning to fill up behind the pearl-colored glasses, and she sniffed.

"Oh... it's just that rote memorization is better, but what's the use of good grades? Do you know what others call me behind? Fat myrtle! Ugly myrtle! Her face is acne..."

"It's amazing! Good grades, isn't this enough?! We are magical witches!"

Elena said with bright eyes, waved her hand proudly, and said murderously.

"In any school, good grades means that you can do whatever you want. Whoever dares to scold you behind your back will beat her! It doesn't matter if you can't find the evidence for a while, anyway, she dares to beep and beat her! She ignores you and beat her! What she dared to tell the teacher... Then after the confinement, you came out and caught her all the way to the end. Anyway, your grades are good, and she collapsed after a month—"

"Uh... uh?"

The crying Myrtle looked blankly at the girl who had suddenly become a little scary.

Elena's voice seemed to have magical power, and it kept digging into Myrtle's ears.

"Knowledge is power. People don’t offend me and I don’t offend others; if people offend me, they will be punishable even though they are far away. Think about it, is it useful to give in in the face of cold violence and bullying? What really makes them succumb is stronger Violence, what else is there?"

Accompanied by Elena's voice, Myrtle could not help but began to recall her previous experience.

Most of them were scenes in which Olive Humbé and other girls ridiculed her, and some of them were later when she chased Olive Humbé for revenge. Finally, under the coordination of the Ministry of Magic, she accepted Humber’s apology. Back to Hogwarts Castle.

If you say, at the very beginning, she just...

No, no!

That would definitely be confined!

But it seems to make sense, her spell score is much better than Olive Humbie.

"For example, last semester, I heard that many girls in Ravenclaw were saying bad things about me..."

As Elena said, she glared at the few wings beside her with a threatening gaze, lowered her voice and told her story in a low, depressed, but helpless voice.

"At the very beginning, I chose to swallow my breath. I thought I could convince them with knowledge. I naively thought that everyone could gradually become magnanimous under the influence of complicated and profound wisdom. But I was wrong. The small groups were as cold as cold. , The gravel with sharp edges and corners, responded to my kindness with cold curses...so I changed my way."

Elena's voice gradually became louder, mixed with a hint of dangerous pleasure.

"Wh, in what way...you terribly...scared...well, punched them?"

Myrtle subconsciously stopped sobbing, and asked in a soft voice curiously and expectantly, clenching her clothes nervously.

"No, that is the last resort-extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

Elena shook her head slightly, showing a gentle smile.

"We can't fight violence with injustice, but we must learn to fight back under the rules-in the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw College, I shot them all with a ghost ball, cruel, no one. They stayed, upright, and completely defeated them. Myrtle, did you say I did the right thing?"

"Well, eh, this..."

Myrtle looked at Elena blankly, not knowing how to answer.

"So at the beginning of this semester, you have been permanently suspended."

Hermione cast an angry glance at Her Royal Highness, who even lied to ghosts, and turned to look at Myrtle.

"Good evening, Myrtle... Don't listen to the gibberish of this white-haired dumpling. She is now almost a public enemy of Ravenclaw College. At least half of the nights a week, students walk in the corridors all night long. Upper cursed the **** in a low voice."

As the new "Calculator", after learning about Myrtle’s past experience, she naturally developed some wonderful sense of identity: Muggle-born, careful reading and preparation, except for the competition for the first grade For the time being, she couldn't beat a certain unreasonable white-haired dumpling. Myrtle was just a copy of her-in terms of learning.

In fact, if it weren't for Elena, if she entered Ravenclaw Academy, she might have been bullied and squeezed out.

Compared to the pure and enthusiastic Gryffindor, the small group on Ravenclaw is too complicated.

"Not cursing, it's more accurate to say...reciting my name."

Elena corrected it quite seriously.

She can't be blamed for this-it is Ravenclaw's rule that she can't enter the lounge if she fails to answer the Eagle Ring question.

As a pioneer in leading Hogwarts education, she just updated and optimized the hardware configuration in the school.

Not to mention, Hogwarts' velvet sleeping bags are quite warm, and every floor of Hogwarts also has toilets for male and female students, and everything is done within the scope of the rules.

This is Hogwarts who learns magic, using magic flexibly and reasonably, and solving personal hygiene problems is not complicated.

"Well, I'm so hungry... Elena, can we talk while walking?"

Hannah complained bitterly, while poking her fingers behind Elena and Hermione.

Compared with the two tablets with lower energy consumption, as the reloaded main battle tank in "Nanana", she was not so hungry, not to mention that besides normal physical consumption, due to frequent use The "Healing Mowen" maintains the morale, and Hannah's food intake is almost close to a quarter of Mr. Hagrid.

"Let's go, let's see what we eat, Myrtle, do you want to be together?"

Elena nodded and sent an invitation to Myrtle floating by the side.

"A ghost can't taste..."

Myrtle said sadly, her gaze stopped for a while on Elena and the others, "However, if you want to come and chat with me later, you can come to my bathroom anytime-I, I won't bother you. Or yell at you."

"That's not necessarily, maybe it used to be like this, but don't forget who I am..."

Elena blinked and puffed up her chest with great pride.

"I am the chef of Hogwarts. Today's death party was originally prepared for ghosts and living people. I have studied the literature carefully. Ghosts are not completely isolated from reality. You don't plan to try it. What..."

"Food that ghosts can eat?"

Luna looked at the dining table not far away curiously. This was something her father hadn't even thought of.

"It's not entirely accurate, it should be said... Only a little taste can be tasted, I guess?"

Elena said with some uncertainty, shrugging her shoulders, "I have to try to find out if it works. There are not many special dishes like this, but from a purely theoretical point of view, I think there is a certain Feasible."

In the magic world, the world of the living and the dead are like two sides of a mirror, unable to touch and interfere with each other.

This is almost the same thing as common sense in the wizarding world.

However, in Elena's view, it is not completely without any chance.

Without her butterfly fanning the historical trajectory, then in this semester, Nick, who was almost headless, could enjoy Madame Pomfrey’s magic potion-he would become the target of the third batch of basilisk attacks. "Petrochemical Ghost".

He could not recover until he had "taken" the petrochemical medicine made by Mandela grass.

Although the original work does not describe in detail how the ghost drinks the medicine, it still reveals an important detail.

Ghosts are affected by magic potions.

In other words, in certain specific circumstances, magic can act on the spirit body.

This also means that if the magic potion is used in cooking, it is not completely impossible to make magical dishes that allow ghosts to be perceived, and this death party tonight is used to detect the tastes of ghosts and verify conjectures of.

Compared with house elves who are tired, injured, and dying, ghosts can be said to be the best employees in the world. Apart from being unable to perform physical tasks, they have too many ways to liberate the labor force-since they can Professor Bins, who teaches 24 hours a day without interruption, "The Cute Fairy Queen" has been thinking about this.

The only limitation was that Gringotts could not provide rewards to attract ghosts.

but……

Elena's eyes drifted in the hall, shining with the kindness of the big capitalist.

If Hogwarts kitchen can produce ghost food, how many ghosts can resist this temptation?

...

"Look, something to eat."

After a while, they came to the other end of the banquet hall.

As Irina had previously designed, the buffet area here is clearly divided into two.

If you look down from above, you can clearly see that the U-shaped dining table shows two colors, just like an enlarged version of a horseshoe magnet in a black and white photo-the students are all gathered in the white area, the black area Extraordinarily deserted.

This cannot be blamed on the little wizards being picky, mainly because the dishes on the black velvet table look terrible.

The scorched eyeballs are piled on the dinner plate, the straws are inserted into the bare bones as if they are drinks, the coagulated blood is floating in the soup, the strange vegetables appear to be quietly oozing red juice, and the intestines are taken out and cut into pieces. Duan is mixed with hot peppers, showing a brown-black devil's egg, exuding an unknown stench of fried black and white cubes...

Compared to these things that weren't eaten by living people at first glance, the little wizards of Gryffindor naturally chose the other side.

Although Hogwarts generally think that the little lions are the most reckless, they are actually very witty. At least from last year’s weekend game time and the extra income of the Potato War, Gryffindor is finally considered a stable profit. No loss.

Even if there is no sign, you can understand what is a living dinner just by looking at the dishes.

"...Uh, why don't you go to the ghost cooking side."

Elena sighed in the dining area pretending to be surprised, and immediately walked to the black velvet side without hesitation.

As the chef at Hogwarts, she naturally knows what the dinner recipe is for today.

In order to fit the atmosphere of the death party and Halloween, Elena’s recipes for "living people" actually look weird in terms of visual effects, but the cooking techniques and ingredients are fairly normal, such as: popping sheep’s eyes. Homemade big stick bones, duck blood with pickled peppers, stir-fried red amaranth, hot sausage, cold preserved eggs, crispy stinky tofu...

Regardless of the taste and ingredients, they are all first-class Chinese cuisine.

"Huh? Wait, isn't it this way?"

Hannah stared in amazement as Elena started to put food on the black velvet side, and asked in confusion.

"Of course not. White is a funeral — well, the food on both sides is actually edible, but I personally recommend eating the food here first. You see, Luna has no intention of going there. ."

Elena explained it casually, and nodded suddenly.

"Oh, I see... I forgot to put directions on the dishes."

Immediately afterwards, she patted her hands gently.

Two huge signs appeared on the sides of the dining tables on both sides.

"Suggestion: Ghost" is written on the white side, and "Suggestion: Living Man" is written on the black side. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

In addition, rows of small triangular metal plates also appeared next to each dish, meticulously remarking the name of each dish, and the cooking process-there is a row under the sign at the entrance that looks like a menu Overview of.

"It's useless at all!"

Hannah looked at Elena, who was rather perfunctory, and pointed to a line of small characters on the white side.

"Kassumazu cheese, Haggis, Icelandic frozen shark flakes, fermented bean curd...These foods are obviously more reliable than the one you choose. You will not worry about wasting food, so you deliberately mix the two sides. Sign it!"

Since knowing the true face of the "Forbidden Forest Fluffy Soft Shell Crab", when Tie Hanhan was fed, most of them would be extra vigilant about the raw materials of the ingredients-Luna and Hermione are all unreliable bad guys, clearly aware There was something wrong with the pile of "crab legs", and she had to work together to coax her to finish the meal alone.

As for Elena, Hannah has never seen anything she does not eat, which is of no reference value at all.

"Of course it's not like that, you'll know later..."

Elena shook her head meaningfully and glanced at the buffet table next door.

As the name of the dish and the cooking process gradually emerged, some little wizards had already froze in place and silently began to shift their positions, but more careless Gryffindor students immediately filled in and quickly added them to the dinner plate. With your favorite dishes.

This can be regarded as a valuable lesson in the lives of Gryffindor students.

Sometimes, you can’t just look at the surface...

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