Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

As the host of the death party, Nick completely lost his sense of existence soon after his speech.

The Siren Chorus on the main stage began to sing again, the fairies commanded their instruments, and the quiet music fluttered in the hall.

The Headless Hunters are undoubtedly the well-deserved stars tonight. People flocked to them, watching them play games such as horseback, headball and other games, and there was a burst of applause from time to time-so much so that when the headless Nick ended When the speech left the podium, almost no one (or ghost) noticed something missing in the hall.

"That's the end, right? Is there anything else I can help?"

Elena stood by the podium and asked politely.

Due to the sudden visit of the Headless Hunters, she has not had time to answer Nick's questions.

However, from the meaning revealed in the previous words of this ghost, he is obviously still quite interested in the fusion of the two worlds mentioned by Elena-this is not surprising, after all, it was the life of "Mr. Nick" when he was alive. ideal.

"No," Nick, who was almost headless, looked at the lively hall quietly. "The number of people is still satisfactory. Many of my friends who I didn't think would come, mostly came over this time... It was a very successful event. The ghost party... In addition to Sir Patrick’s headless hunter team, there are also ghost dishes—the influence of this alone is enough to cover everything."

"So, how should I call you now?"

Elena asked softly, her eyes cruising in the ghost dining area not far away.

"Sir Nicholas of Minsey, or Nick directly," the ghost said calmly. "Thomas Cromwell is dead, and he should not and cannot appear in the future-this is my only bottom line, Queen His Majesty."

"Well, I promise you-I will not continue to make a fuss in this capacity."

Elena Lake's blue eyes looked at Nick and nodded seriously.

Although she sells schools, fights in gangs, financial fraud, organizes illegal groups... But Elena knows that she is actually a good girl who keeps her promises. The devil has never bothered to deceive, and only despicable brave will trample on contracts at will.

Of course, she can only make a promise on her own behalf, which is very reasonable.

"Thank you very much, so where do we start—"

Nick breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

At this moment, a low noise gradually sounded like thunder in the distance, and the sound of hundreds of feet walking down the stairs and crowded discussions came from the outer corridor.

The Halloween party above is over.

Half a minute later, Dumbledore appeared at the door of the hall, followed by many other teachers.

Behind the teachers are students from various colleges, who are looking curiously here.

With the passage of time, news of all Gryffindor students participating in the "Death Party" has spread. Compared with Hogwarts's uniform Halloween party, the ongoing ghost party in the underground classroom makes them like a cat scratching. Itchy.

Therefore, almost 90% of the students did not choose to go back to the dormitory to rest after the banquet.

There is less than an hour before the curfew, so I can barely come and play for a while.

"Minerva, Severus, Frios, Pomona... I leave it to you here, pay attention to the time. Today is the eve of Halloween, don't let the children fall asleep sullenly-there are many guests, polite , Enthusiasm-of course you will not forget."

Dumbledore turned around and said to the four deans. The last sentence was addressed to the students not far away.

"Great!"

"Awesome! Cool—"

"Good, good, good!"

In the blink of an eye, the little wizards swarmed into the hall, curiously looking around the diamond-like ice sculptures, touching them, or gathering on the dance floor to watch the Headless Hunter performance, or admiring the Sirens and The ensemble of fairies...

"What about you? Professor Dumbledore, actually Gryffindor doesn't need to bother much. If there is a need—"

Minerva McGonagall stood at the door, and did not guide the students into the hall like other professors.

The students of Gryffindor are already in the venue, and there are two official professors from Gryffindor in it, so Professor McGonagall neither has to create more tables, nor does he need to be distracted to maintain order. of.

Dumbledore waved his hand, rubbing his brows with a headache.

"It's okay, it's just a little thing...to discuss the ghost dishes, you are needed here more."

"Ghost dishes?"

"Well, some of the dishes provided by Hogwarts Kitchen today can be tasted by ghosts. If there are not enough professors to maintain order, I am worried that students may compete with guests for dishes later. ."

"……I understand."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the hundreds of ghosts gathered at the table and nodded stupidly.

Now she finally knew why Dumbledore would announce the end of the banquet half an hour in advance, hurriedly left the auditorium, and led them to the death party below. Sure enough, it was a trivial matter of "Kaslana characteristics"?

If this matter is not handled properly, the follow-up impact will be no less than that of the Golden Mountain a year ago.

Ghost dishes, the delicacy that the spirit body can taste.

Once this news spreads in the magical world, ghosts from all over Britain, all over Europe, oh no, and even the whole world may gather towards Hogwarts, and eventually evolve into—someday in the future, this castle will float by thousands. Thousands of hungry ghosts.

Just a little imagination of that scene is enough to make Professor McGonagall chill all over.

"Well, Minerva... leave it to me next, and a solution will be found."

Dumbledore sighed, and turned his head to look at the white-haired dumpling that had been waiting by the door since now.

"Miss Kaslana, please come with me."

"Professor, I may not be able to explain this to you. After all, I am just a chef."

Elena spread her hands quite innocently, "You have to ask Sir Nicholas. If you can, I suggest you call Professor Nicol Lemay together... He can also answer some of these inspirations and things. ."

"LeMay?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. Come to my office first. As for Professor LeMay, I will inform him--"

"The Hogwarts kitchen is the closest here, the professor—just not far—maybe—"

"This is a better choice, thanks for reminding, Miss Chef." Dumbledore said.

After more than a year of getting along, Dumbledore gradually began to learn to recognize some of the subtle emotions and movements of Elena.

It may not be so accurate in detecting lies, but some important points are still exceptionally clear-judging from the confident look of this white-haired dumpling, there is no doubt that it has come to the showdown that Dumbledore is particularly familiar with.

...

When Elena and others walked into the Hogwarts kitchen, there was a sudden commotion in the kitchen.

Dumbledore seemed to be a little flustered when he saw several house elves. They did not appear at the door to greet them as quickly as Dumbledore had imagined. Instead, they dealt with the cooking table restlessly and looked towards this side.

At this moment, Elena, who stepped into the kitchen behind them, stepped forward and clapped her hands.

"Everyone, stop your work, the dinner supply tonight is all over."

"Oh no, it's not long before the students arrived at the death party..."

Dumbledore froze for a few seconds, and couldn't help but remind a certain lady chef in a soft voice.

Just a few minutes ago, nearly a thousand students had just poured into the hall of the death party. Counting the time, many of them may not have time to taste the first "ghost dishes", not to mention there are so many others. More ghosts in line.

"I said-stop. The supply tonight is over."

Elena glanced at the hesitant elves in the kitchen, and repeated it calmly.

"Five minutes, clean up the kitchen, we need a quiet conversation space."

"Yes, chef!"

This time, there was a neat response in the kitchen.

Before Dumbledore could organize his language, all the flames of the cooking stations were extinguished. The house elves began to divide the work clearly and began to clean the kitchen. As the foreman, the house elves Burley stood by Elena with a few glasses of lemonade. .

"Hogwarts Kitchen has only two tasks today, Halloween dinner and death party."

Elena turned around and explained to Dumbledore patiently.

"About twenty minutes ago, you announced the end of the supply of the Halloween dinner, and with the departure of the owner of the death party, Sir Nicholas, this also means the end of the food supply for the death party. Moreover, the dishes are not enough."

"The dishes...not enough?"

Dumbledore glanced at the cooking stations around him and asked politely.

"Miss Kaslana, are we having any trouble in the procurement process?"

"The ingredients at Hogwarts are enough to supply the entire school for a month."

Elena said, blinking cutely, showing a meaningful smile.

"But Hogwarts Kitchen can no longer continue ghost dishes-ghost dishes can only be cooked by wizards, and my pre-processed ingredients are limited before-if only students are served and guests are allowed to watch, I think it is too rude Up."

"Similar to a potion?" Dumbledore thought of the research on the subject outside the school at this time.

"Almost. Or it is a reverse potion, it does not have the ability to affect reality..."

Elena shrugged, not surprised by Dumbledore's ability to associate.

Regarding the compound research of potions, chemistry, and alchemy, this was originally one of the key projects of the college city. Although only the semi-finished new medicine, "strong cold medicine", has been studied for the time being, a lot of strange by-products and theories have been produced .

"This technique is not worth mentioning, understanding the essence of potion formation, familiar with the cooking process-in other words, if Professor Snape is in charge, I think it can be used quickly. Professor Slughorn may have Learn to cook first."

In fact, all she did was to select some fermented and dead-element ingredients for processing.

All you need to change your mind is, any potion master can easily complete the job change.

"What about other wizards, like seventh grade, or other professors?"

Dumbledore asked more curiously.

"Perhaps, it depends on personal talent and understanding-cooking is not a difficult task, such as roasting a potato..."

Elena replied with a slightly nostalgic smile, and immediately raised her fingers, continuing to say seriously with a serious face.

"But how to strip away abstract meaning and concepts to enchant dishes, it seems that only potions masters can do it. Oh, and me. As for the reason for the formation of this dish, it is very simple: Hogwarts Kitchen agreed to participate in Nick Five Hundred The guests of the birthday party provided some food, so I just tried it casually, but it was really feasible."

"……alright, I got it."

Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

Master of Potions, this entry requirement alone killed 99% of wizards.

But in this way, he would have a way to respond to the next inquiry.

Judging from the current situation, if a potion master is willing to condescend to cook food specially for the ghost-cook with the attitude and knowledge of making potions-it is likely to reproduce the "ghost dishes" created by Elena ,the question is that……

Not to mention those potions masters who have been famous for a long time, even the more powerful potions apprentices will not go to cook, right?

Compared with living people, ghosts can provide people with too little compensation.

"So, what does this have to do with Sir Nicholas and Nick LeMay?"

Dumbledore looked at Elena in confusion.

The vigilance in his heart has not disappeared, on the contrary, he has become more nervous.

If this "ghost dish" is nothing more than a task props made by Elena, then there must be another reason for Elena to take over the commission of the death party and invite Gryffindor students to the party.

"Oh, of course there is a relationship-the relationship is quite close -"

Elena said with a smile, turning her head to look in the direction of the door.

"Mr. Nicole Lemay witnessed the most tragic war between the non-magical world and the magical world hundreds of years ago, and Mr. Nick temporarily ended that war... I thought you should know each other, see Come on, I guessed wrong?"

A scrawny, trembling white-haired old man appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"War? Non-magical and magical?" Dumbledore frowned.

And Nico Lemay also had the same dazed expression, which was in stark contrast with Nick who hesitated to speak.

Elena glanced at Nico LeMay and Nick, who was almost headless, and raised her eyebrows playfully.

Needless to say, this was obviously a secret that Dumbledore didn't know.

As the most powerful wizard in the magical world today, Dumbledore may know many magical legends.

However, his knowledge of the non-magical world is still too shallow after all, and it is even more impossible, no reason, and no way to verify the authenticity of the life of "Nick Almost Headless"-this is still based on Gringotts "credit records" Find out the traces.

"As you can see, this is the most common tarot card-Mr. Le May, you must be familiar with it."

Elena took out a set of incomplete tarot cards from her chest and carefully picked them out.

The main cards of "The Fool", "Magic", "Queen", "Pope", "The Hermit", "The Hanged Man", and "Tower" have been selected. Fortunately, Elena does not intend to use this set of tarot cards to foretell the future.

As Elena took out this set of tarot cards, the faces of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Dumbledore and Nicole LeMay changed slightly.

This means that a brand new O5 council-level member—three official members witnessed, this was their original rule.

"Sir Nicholas, regarding your past experience, I suggest that you introduce it yourself-don't worry, I remember what you promised you before-this is your new identity from the'nearly headless Nick' from now on. "

"After you have completed the basic self-introduction, I will introduce you to the organization process and structure in detail."

Elena picked up a card, gently placed it on the flat table beside Nick, and whispered pointedly.

"This is a card that symbolizes permanent and continuous success. You have reached the front of the door of success. The goddess of success makes you wait patiently. It is only a matter of time before she will let you enter the door of success. The door of success Surrounded by the happiness and sorrow you have experienced, success and failure, it is necessary to recall the past time before you reach the paradise."

"At the same time... it will also be your exclusive code name after you join us."

"Then, let's start. Smash, Varudo."

As a politician who has witnessed and contributed to the separation of the magical, religious, and non-magical worlds in Britain, "Nick, who is almost headless", after making up his mind, is more determined than some chirping old carrots.

Nick glanced deeply at the [World] main card and nodded calmly.

"More than four hundred years ago, at that time, I was not called'Sir Nicholas of Minsey.' Most people called me by my name in the nonmagical world-Thomas Cromwell..."

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