Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

? In this world, hot pot is roughly divided into three types. The first type is a hot pot that is ready to be cooked and eaten. The second type is to put all the ingredients into the pot and cook them together. The charcoal fire plays a role of heat preservation, similar to a large pot. Vegetables, the third type is between the two, cook the meat in the pot first, and then blanch the vegetables after eating the meat. Naturally, diners will not stick to the rigid rules of the three ways of eating. The essence of hot pot is to freely combine and do whatever they want.

Harry and the others, who only ate a bowl of oatmeal and a few slices of bread yesterday, didn't sleep well all night. Because Zhang was causing trouble in the dungeon yesterday afternoon, they couldn't eat until dinner time. As the saying goes, a young man eats a poor man. Now is the time for them to eat. A simple dinner can hardly satisfy their appetite, so they woke up early this morning from hunger.

Fortunately, the house elves brought breakfast at this time, a cup of milk and two slices of bread. The simple breakfast was enough to give them the strength to pick up their quills and start copying the school rules today.

The good times didn't last long, when Dobby reappeared in the dungeon corridor with large and small bags, Harry and Ron's desperate shouts echoed in the dungeon.

I saw Dobby preparing a small stove first, lighting the stove and placing a frying pan on it.

Then Dobby poured some sesame oil into the hot pot. After the oil was hot, he poured the processed mutton pieces and ginger slices into the pot and stir-fried continuously. Soon the dungeon was filled with the aroma of slightly charred mutton.

"Enough! Stop!! Dobby!!!"

Hermione stood behind the dungeon, holding the iron door of the dungeon with both hands and shouting loudly.

But in the candlelight in the corridor, she could see Dobby plugging his ears with a big earplug.

Next door, Ginny silently muttered "One more day" without thinking about the smell in the air, and scratched the paper with difficulty with the quill in her hand.

At this time, Dobby had put the fried mutton aside, and then placed a casserole on the stove. Then put the mutton pieces, various mushroom slices such as big mushrooms, sunshine mushrooms, timid mushrooms, and several seasonings into the casserole. After pouring the rice wine, add water to cover the mutton. Finally, boil the water over high heat, skim off the foam, then turn to low heat and simmer slowly.

After doing this, Dobby left with the remaining things, leaving only a steaming pot of mutton and mushrooms on the stove in the cold dungeon, as well as the aroma that filled the dungeon.

Killing with a soft knife is much more painful than a quick and painful one. In the cold cell, the four hungry and cold people looked at the steaming casserole in the corridor outside the iron door, and they had the desire to kill.

However,

At this time Dobby appeared again, this time he brought a chair and a guitar.

Dobby sat on a chair, running his slender fingers over the strings, and he sang along with the music:

Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains

Holding on to the iron door, looking outside

How wonderful life is outside

When can I eat hot food?

When will I be able to eat hot food?

…

At the same time, there are many people who are suffering like Harry and others, and Shore, the leader of British MI7, is one of them.

In recent times, the work of MI7 has suffered many setbacks.

At the end of summer, Shore gritted his teeth and spent a lot of money, sending the most beautiful agent among the agents to try to lure someone in Hogwarts to his camp. As a result, not only did the other party not take the bait, the agent he sent recently submitted his resignation and planned to go to New Zealand to herd sheep for retirement.

In the fall, half of the undercover agents he sent among the Death Eaters were captured by friendly forces. The reason is that these guys thought that the wizards there didn't know how to use computers, so they quietly established a chat group on the Internet to communicate with each other. As a result, they didn't expect that the boss behind the chat software they were using was someone from Hogwarts, and all of them had their water meters checked because of this.

In winter, not long ago, Voldemort planned a kidnapping operation, and the other party used the kidnapping as bait to conduct a series of ambush operations and counter-espionage operations. As a result, the remaining undercover agents lost some more.

The more serious blow happened now. The day before yesterday, Shore ordered Johnny English to sneak into the pseudo-Ministry of Magic in London to collect information. As a result, no information has been fed back until now.

Although Johnny's actions are sometimes unreliable, for example, he once gave the wrong weapon to a friendly force, causing the friendly force to be injured; for example, when he went to track the current pseudo-Minister of Magic earlier this year, two people chased each other and ran away. After arriving on the other side of the Eurasian continent, there was a bit of a diplomatic dispute in the end, and he had no money to compensate for the damaged public property.

However, Johnny was able to become the No. 1 agent of MI7 not because all his teammates died, but because he was able to escape unscathed every time he performed a mission, regardless of success or failure.

So when Johnny still didn't come back to report to work 24 hours late this time, Shore realized that this mission might be bad.

Just as Shore was contemplating how to deal with the worst-case scenario, his secretary Fuchsel knocked on the door of his office.

"Sir, Mr. Shore, I think there's something you should come and take a look at." Fuchsel said to his boss.

"What is it?" Xiao asked unhappily as his train of thought was interrupted.

"It's...a Christmas gift...for us." Fuhisel's voice was a little lower when he answered.

"What?" Shore stood up, "Christmas is still many days away. Who gave it a Christmas gift? Who gave it a Christmas gift? How did it get delivered?"

"It's for our MI7." Fuhisel replied while pushing open the office door for his boss.

"Where's that thing?" Shore asked. "I hope it doesn't blow us up."

"Put it in the middle of the car park," said Fuchsel. "It's from Royal Mail, and..."

"And what?" Shore asked with a frown.

"And the postage is paid on collect." Fuchsel said with a grimace.

Shore: "..."

When Shore and Fuchsel arrived at the parking lot, they found that the cars in the parking lot had been cleared away, and a huge pink gift box half a person's height was placed in the center. The gift box was tied with a gold ribbon. There are several people around the bow tie and gift box inspecting it.

"Can anyone tell me what that thing is?" Shore asked the crowd in the parking lot.

As a result, the onlookers were confused. No one knows what is inside that thing.

At this time, a one-eyed female agent walked over to Shore, holding a Christmas card in her hand. "I think it's safe," she said, handing Shore the Christmas card.

Shore carefully took the card and opened it.

?Merry Christmas?

?Wish you a happy new year?

"Who wrote it?" Shore asked, his face a little cramped.

"The target you asked me to deal with." The female agent who came over with the card said, "This is his handwriting."

"Then you go and open our gifts." Shore said to her.

She shrugged and turned towards the gift box.

Because the funeral bombings in the past caused them heavy losses, the agents of MI7 remained in awe of such things of unknown origin.

When they saw someone opening the gift box when the test showed no results, they immediately hid away.

There was no lock installed on the gift box. After tearing off the wrapping paper and opening a few buckles, the entire four walls of the gift box fell apart.

Then Johnny English fell out.