Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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Since last year, the Hogwarts kitchen has become the gourmet ceiling of the magic world.

Even ignoring Elena’s life experience, everyone at the Ministry of Magic has to admit that this little chef, who is less than thirteen years old, has opened a door to a new world of food for Hogwarts and even the British magical world. It doesn't seem to be a big problem to grant her some privileges based on this.

In fact, as the life experience of Elena's "Devil City Princess" was exposed, it solved the previous doubts for Lucius Malfoy and others.

Different from magical talents, if you have not tasted enough exquisite dishes, it is difficult to imagine how exquisite and rich cooking ideas a person will have. At least these seem incompatible with Muggle orphans-but if you change to Grindelwald's Granddaughter, then it's okay.

"Hogwarts special dinner? Is this different from what students eat?"

In less than a few minutes, the original plain and empty office was transformed into a stylish banquet hall.

Amelia Burns frowned, looked around at the busy elf, and couldn't help but ask.

In her impression, during the previous visits to Hogwarts, most of the visitors from the Ministry of Magic added a row of seats at the long table of the faculty and staff. The contents of the dishes were similar to those of the students of the four colleges that day, and at most they were extra. One or two more side dishes exclusive to the faculty garden.

"Well, yes, ma'am. This is the Hogwarts welcome dinner carefully planned by the chef for VIPs and festivals."

At the table, Burley, who had been promoted to the supervisor of the Hogwarts house elves, bent down and replied respectfully.

"On the one hand, considering the limited share of raw materials for the dishes of each college, on the other hand, considering the randomness of VIP dining time, there is a certain probability that a separate Hogwarts feature will be activated on occasions such as today. Dinner's treat you all-in this relatively private banquet hall, you can talk about various affairs while enjoying the food without being constrained by the eyes of the students."

Burley, the house elf, paused, snapped his fingers softly, and a gilded menu appeared in front of Fudge and the others.

"In the special dinner, most of the main ingredients of the dishes are taken from the surroundings of the school, apart from the deliciousness, more importantly, there is nowhere else."

"It sounds good. To be honest, Professor Dumbledore, I'm so jealous of your food."

Cornelius Fudge looked around, turned his head and smiled at Dumbledore, half-joking half-seriously.

If it wasn't for the position of Minister of Magic that was too charming, and he could not behave too much, he even wanted to move to Hogwarts.

Without noticing Dumbledore’s slightly bitter and helpless expression, Fudge picked up the gilt-rimmed menu from the table and read the name of the dish with great interest. He wanted to see this so-called "unique". Hogwarts specialties, what is there in the end?

"Crispy Demon Marsh Frog, Cheese Baked Soft Shell Crab, Thai Big Herring, Mountain Water Dragon Pot, Cracked Ice Fresh Snake Mountain..."

The first few dish names are normal for the time being, but the last two seem to be... not quite right?

Cornelius Fudge raised his head and looked at the old wizard sitting next to him subconsciously.

"Professor Dumbledore, these are..."

"Oh, dear Mr. Minister, there is an unwritten rule to enjoy food at Hogwarts Castle—"

At this moment, there was a mysterious laugh from Professor "Apocalis" not far away, "As people who enjoy food, we try not to ask about the recipes and ingredients of each dish, just like the recipe of a potion. These are the unique secrets of Hogwarts specialties."

"However, I understand your concerns. How about you give me your share, and then I ask the elf to give you a copy of the students' menu?"

Grindelwald grinned and looked at Fudge enthusiastically. His suggestion to exchange dishes was obviously not joking.

On the other hand, Dumbledore, as the principal, seemed a bit hesitant.

"Hey, Apolkalis...Professor, I'm a guest, and you're a bit unnatural like this—"

Cornelius Fudge laughed, leaving those Xu doubts behind him for an instant.

Although I don’t know what is unique about those “special dishes”, if these dishes even the principal of Hogwarts and the hundreds-year-old alchemist would be unconsciously greedy, then according to the simplest logical reasoning, this is absolutely true. Hogwarts are all rare high-standard dishes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, as the exquisite and delicious dishes appeared on the plate, Cornelius Fudge completely let go of his worries.

Maybe there was a little accident in the first half of this trip to Hogwarts, but overall it was very pleasant.

What surprised him even more was that in addition to the dishes, there was even red wine on the table.

Between the interlocking ambitions, the dignity and estrangement that had previously haunted the room melted quietly.

Among the members of the Ministry of Magic and the school board, Lucius Malfoy is undoubtedly the one who has the best experience-unlike other wizards served by several "shared" house elves, after the banquet began, He has a domestic servant serving one-on-one personally throughout the whole process.

After three rounds of drinking, Kingsley Shacklebolt suddenly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in the slightly drunken taste.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore--I don't know, did the house elves at Hogwarts consider transferring or renting out?"

"It's not for me to decide, Mr. Shaker."

Dumbledore shook his head, raised his glass and gestured to Cornelius Fudge and the members of the school board.

"The property control of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry requires advice from the school board. Not to mention, this matter cannot be decided by the school's head. We also need relevant information from the Ministry of Magic. Regulations are necessary. You should ask Mr. Minister first. And we also have to consider whether those ancient pure-blooded families with house elves serving have any opinions..."

"Professor Dumbledore, you just think and worry too much, aren't the elves of the Malfoys sent to Hogwarts?"

Connelly Fudge burped alcohol, waved his hand carelessly, and replied casually.

"Hiccup, this matter? Anyway, I don't think there is any problem. When I go back, I will discuss it with the department and push it forward as soon as possible-then remember to set aside a house-elf that I can only do. The kind of dishes in Gwartz’s kitchen—"

You know, although Cornelius Fudge was also born in a family of pure-blood wizards, his family did not raise elves for generations.

In such a pleasant and relaxed atmosphere, it was this kind of small request, and it was Kingsley Shaker who took the initiative to make it, and Cornelius Fudge accepted it without even thinking about it—as for The opinion of the pure-blood family? He is the Minister of Magic!

Cornelius Fudge shook the red wine glass in his hand, thinking happily.

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But for Umbridge, having dinner in the auditorium that night was not a pleasant experience.

The news of the friction between her and Elena in the transfiguration classroom spread like wildfire, and even by Hogwarts' current standards, the news spread at a ridiculously fast speed. When she sat on the staff seat and started eating, she noticed that the teachers and students around her were whispering.

What made Umbridge even more annoyed was that the little wizards whispering didn't seem to worry about whether she would hear them.

In fact, on the contrary, the little cubs chatted and gestured over there happily, and even glanced at her from time to time.

"Have you heard that Professor Umbridge was beaten by Elena in the transfiguration classroom..."

"She seemed to be stunned by a spell directly by Elena..."

"You're too exaggerated, it's an official professor after all!"

"Did you forget the previous duel in the hall?"

"That said, Professor Umbridge is a bit weak compared to the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts professors..."

"Wait, attack the professor?! Elena will be expelled!"

"Then you can think too much. You saw it at noon. Elena is considered a half professor. At best, this is the friction between the professors-and look at the dining table at Hufflepuff College, Miss Kaslana. It didn't look like something was going on, but Professor Umbridge's face was very gloomy."

"Hey, do you think it was Professor McGonagall's hand this time?"

"Forgive me, if it's Professor McGonagall, then Professor Umbridge should still be lying in the school infirmary..."

"Well, that's right..."

boom!

"Lawlessness, bad morals, simply lawlessness!"

Umbridge retakes the tableware in her hands on the table, trembling with anger, and her hands are shaking so hard that even the knife and fork are almost unsteady. "The students at Hogwarts have to take care of them. No matter what, you, you, and you, what are your names? Points deducted!"

Umbridge looked at the Ravenclaw girls closest to her viciously, and said harshly.

She can't clean up Grindelwald's granddaughter, can't she also clean up these little guys who chew their tongues? !

"Insulting Professor. Each of you is locked up, Ravenclaw detains thirty-"

"Ahem, sorry, Professor Umbridge—"

At this moment, a soft cough suddenly came from Umbridge's ear.

Professor Flitwick looked at Umbridge with a headache, shrugged his shoulders and said seriously.

"According to Hogwarts school rules, during non-class hours, the penalties for students in each college to be confined and high deductions must be determined by the dean. I personally think that compared to deductions and rough penalties, as a professor, we More opportunities should be given to students to correct their mistakes."

"Oh, but it seems to me..." Umbridge laughed with anger, and was about to take the opportunity to have a seizure.

"Talking about others behind your back is very wrong! Especially the teachers who impart your knowledge."

Professor Flitwick did not wait for Umbridge to speak, turned his head to look at the girls, and said non-stop as if chanting a spell.

"Miss Cross, Miss Yulin, Miss Sharon, I hope you can keep this in mind, and immediately apologize to Professor Umbridge-as to whether Professor Umbridge will accept it, and how she will punish you in the future, I believe it depends more on your attitude."

While talking, Professor Flitwick blinked quickly at the three girls caught by Umbridge.

"Sorry, Professor Umbridge!"

"Professor Umbridge, I'm sorry, we shouldn't talk about you!"

"We were wrong, we won't be like this next time, I hope you can accept our apologies!"

The three girls reacted quickly, stood up properly, and said loudly with sincere expressions.

At the same time, other students in the auditorium also noticed the movement here and looked over curiously.

In the eyes of the students with different expressions, Umbridge’s complexion kept changing colors like a chameleon, and finally frozen in a purple-black look like constipation~www.wuxiaspot.com~, not an example, but you Talking about the teacher behind the scenes—"

"Ravenclaw deducts five points. Each of you deducts five points. I don't want to hear any excuses."

Professor Flitwick said without hesitation, he seemed to be even more angry than Umbridge.

"After returning to the dormitory, reflect on it, I think you are all smart kids. Do you think this is okay, Professor Umbridge?"

"Humph." Umbridge snorted furiously and impotently.

She had a dark face, put down her knife and fork, and walked straight out of the auditorium.

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