Harry Potter: I Have A Proficiency System

Looking at Qiu Zhang's unbelieving eyes, Carlos could only shake his head and said loudly: "What Elena said is true. As for the other wizards, they don't have the same opportunities as you, and they are not very strong. You and Penello join forces. The power of the body-shattering and bone-shattering spell is equivalent to the power of a level 2 ordinary spell.

"Yes! I understand." After hearing Carlos's words, Qiu Zhang nodded seriously and turned to look at Alina, who had an intellectual look in her eyes, with envious eyes. She already liked being an intellectual person. beauty.

Elena was very happy after seeing Qiu Zhang accept her statement.

Her eyes moved around slyly, as if she had thought of something. Elena had already planned to sell Professor McGonagall to get closer to Qiu Zhang. After all, Qiu Zhang and she would be one of Carlos's harems in the future. .

"Qiu, I didn't originally plan to enter the magical world. I was dragged here to study by Professor McGonagall. Do you want to know?" Elena said with a chuckle.

"Really! Elena, you are the best, can you tell me about it?" Qiu Zhang was instantly attracted and said curiously.

Carlos was also attracted by Elena's words. After all, he had traveled to this world for eleven years. He only remembered a rough plot of the novel in which Elena was the protagonist, and wouldn't it be more interesting to tell it in person?

Scotland, the largest inland lake in the British Isles, sits an inconspicuous town on the shores of Loch Lomond.

There is a simple little church in the south of the town. Just behind the church, it is also connected to a small orphanage. The priest and the director of the orphanage are both Spaniards named Benitez.

The orphanage is not big, and most of them are children transferred from other orphanages. Counting Benitez, there are only seven people in total.

There is no doubt that among the many children, I (Elina Caterina), with a pair of starry lake-blue eyes and waist-length silver hair, am a particularly special being.

Not only because I am the only child with a surname, but more importantly, as early as a few years ago, I was almost entirely responsible for the financial distribution and cooking of the entire orphanage.

At this time, a group of children were surrounding the kitchen door, watching eagerly as I prepared breakfast for everyone.

…

However, no one would have thought that I was a little girl under eleven years old just by looking at my skillful postures of turning pots and shovels.

From the sizzling frying pan, the tempting aroma of fried eggs spread out, mixed with the burnt aroma of the slices of bread that had been toasted and placed aside, making the children surrounding the door unconsciously Swallowed hard.

…

Next to the frying pan, some kind of poultry seemed to be stewed in a large dark iron pot. The boiling soup had turned milky white, with some gold-colored oil droplets floating on it, and a particularly mellow fragrance floated. Just the scent alone can make people feel warm all over.

Put the last piece of fried egg into the iron plate, I picked up the spoon and tasted the boiling soup on the side, smacked my mouth slightly, it seemed that it needed to be simmered for a while longer.

I gently bent down, looked at the fire that had become less bright, frowned, picked up a stack of envelopes made of thick parchment on the table, stuffed them into the stove, and pounded them with tongs. , let the flame flourish again.

After doing all this, I jumped off the small wooden stool that was used to rest my feet. I turned around and looked around at the little gluttons surrounding the door. I put a straight face on my face and clapped my hands.

"Okay, now, everyone go back to the table immediately! Otherwise, you won't be able to drink chicken soup today."

I put my hands on my hips and tried to puff up my flat chest, trying to make myself look more imposing, and said in a very threatening tone.

"Sister Elena, can't the priest still have breakfast with us today?"

The question was asked by Bran, the youngest child in the orphanage. Perhaps because of his young age, he was extremely clingy and could be regarded as Elena's number one follower in the orphanage.

I shook my head and replied angrily while pushing Bran out of the kitchen.

"I have told you many times that Dean Benitez's typhoid fever has not healed yet, and it is easy to infect you. However, I estimate that drinking chicken soup for a day or two will make a complete recovery."

"So……"

Bran stood on tiptoes, looked across the wooden table to the tumbling iron pot, and swallowed.

"After the dean is cured, can we still drink soup from the fat Scottish round-faced chicken every day?"

"This..."

I turned my head and glanced at the burning fire under the iron pot. Amidst the dancing flames, an envelope made of thick parchment slowly curled up and ignited. A unique shield emblem on the envelope flashed away.

Even though it has been almost six years since I traveled to this strange world, as a senior fan of the "Harry Potter" series, I still recognized the coat of arms from the first moment I saw it - consisting of a gold lion on a red background and a copper on a blue background. An eagle, a black badger on a yellow background and a silver snake on a green background form the main body of the coat of arms. In the center of the coat of arms is a capital letter "h" - the school emblem of the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.