Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Take more toast and salty bacon, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it. Just heat it up at night."

"Hurry up, you guys go to get dinner plates, and knives and forks, remember to take more copies to avoid insufficient."

"Which of potatoes and fried fish? Of course, take it all away, don't waste time, I don't want to hear such a stupid question again."

Under the command of Hannah, Malfoy and Harry, the first-year wizards who poured into the auditorium were divided into several units in an orderly manner, orderly packing all the food and tableware on the dining table with a cloth , And then carried the heavy package without any attachment and ran to the door.

In less than a minute, the dining table that was originally full of rich food was looted. Perhaps with the experience of looting the kitchen yesterday, the tricks displayed by the little wizards this time obviously seemed to be much more skilled and efficient.

Dozens of first-year freshmen shuttled quickly between the auditorium gate and dining table like hardworking worker ants.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you think this is ...?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and looked at Dumbledore around her in confusion, her tone full of confusion.

"This ... this ..."

The expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became strange, his facial muscles jittered stiffly, and it seemed that he hadn't found a suitable expression for a while. The throat in his throat is not less than Pomfrey beside him.

For a time, countless problems rose from the old man's mind.

How is this going?

Why does this familiar scene happen here?

Elena? Shouldn't Kaslana be in Newmontgarde Castle thousands of miles away?

"Principal Dumbledore? Principal Dumbledore?"

Mrs. Pomfrey, who did not get a response, carefully shook the old man's shoulders, and a little concern appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, oh ... nothing, of course, first we have to figure out what happened."

Dumbledore recovered, glanced at the auditorium swept by the locust disaster, and cleared his throat hard. "Dear everyone, can you please explain a little bit first, what are you doing?"

Hearing Dumbledore ’s voice, the little wizards who were searching for food and tableware with their heads at a loss could not help but stiffen their bodies, and subconsciously turned their attention to the three little wizards standing at the door to assign tasks.

"Everyone continues, let me explain."

Draco Malfoy squeezed his fist hard, and he also coughed with a special stink, and walked generously to Dumbledore, "Dear Professor Dumbledore, if I remember correctly, Hogg Watts did not require students not to take food from the auditorium, right? "

The blond boy glanced at Dumbledore ’s deep blue eyes, a trace of anxiety and tension faintly flashed on his face, subconsciously staggering the old man ’s gaze and staring at the wooden table in front of the faculty.

Although I have simulated it in my mind many times in advance, when I really stood in front of Dumbledore, the invisible pressure and tension still made Draco Malfoy feel uncomfortable.

"Compared to sitting in the school hall for dining, everyone in the first grade agreed that it was more comfortable and relaxing to have a picnic on the open Hogwarts grounds. So we plan to move our lunch outside to eat. At one point, Mr. Hagrid also agreed. "

"Picnic?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, a clear look appeared in his eyes, and looked at Draco Malfoy with a smile, "If you just change to a dining place, you might not be so big. Allure ... I think you guys went fishing in the Black Lake again today? "

"How do you know ... No, it was Mr. Hagrid who took the initiative to catch it."

Draco? Malfoy's face flashed quickly in a panic, and immediately realized that he had leaked his mouth, stubbornly rebutted and shrugged off.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and he knew that Elena's influence had indeed left some traces, which had infected the first-year freshmen into a group of "little robbers". what.

But strictly speaking, the behavior of these first-year freshmen really can not pick out any loopholes.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Malfoy. Hogwarts will not punish everyone for catching fish in the Black Lake, nor will it be stingy and old-fashioned to force everyone to stay in the auditorium for dinner. It's just because of the school as a whole Consider, I hope you eat as much as you want, and do n’t waste it unnecessary. "

In fact, the first-year freshmen's "looting" behavior seems to be destructive, but it will not cause too much trouble for the house elves in the kitchen below, because the food they take is originally planned The one that belongs to them.

As for tableware or something, Hogwarts certainly does not lack this area.

After receiving Dumbledore ’s answer, Draco Malfoy ’s confidence seemed to have improved a lot, and the corner of his mouth was preparing to explain a few more words according to the lines he had memorized before. The chubby, round-faced Neville ran in from the auditorium door breathlessly.

"Time is running out. The third grade seniors and Professor Snape are almost at the door of the auditorium."

Hearing Neville ’s alarm prompt, all the little wizards present had a nervous look on their faces at the same time, not wanting to continue to loot the food that is still appearing, and picked up the unwrapped dinner cloths and spread their legs out. Run away.

"Okay, Draco, don't show it. It's not all Hermione taught you."

In Dumbledore's eyes, a little boy with black lightning glasses on his head patted Draco Malfoy with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and grabbed his arm and walked out.

"There is still stewed fish soup and grilled fish on the side of the tree farm. You may have to wait for a new round when you go back late. Even if there is Hermione and Mr. Haig, you may not be able to control the situation for too long."

As he said, Harry Potter poked his head from behind Draco Malfoy and nodded embarrassedly towards Dumbledore, "Principal Dumbledore, thank you for your understanding, let's go first . "

Then, the first-year freshmen who poured into the auditorium quickly left the auditorium as if they were ebb tide.

Leaving only a messy dining table and scattered tableware reminds Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey of what happened here.

Creaking.

The wooden door on the right side of the hall was gently pushed open. At this time, the figure of the last first-year freshman just disappeared behind the gate leading to the auditorium outside the castle.

Finally, it surpassed the remaining six grades, and the third-year students who won the first place in the school today looked relaxed. They talked and laughed and slowly walked up from the castle to the first floor. Everyone was like doping. Excited spirit, um, maybe the word "like" may not be used.

However, in summary, for these children, it is undoubtedly a proud thing to be able to overcome the little wizards who are older than themselves.

Even the usual unsmiling Severus? Snape's face looked a lot softer, faintly exuding a kind of extraordinarily happy look-this pleasant mood continued until they saw it as if it were When the hall of the auditorium was raged by hundreds of orangutans.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on? If I remember correctly, our third grade should be first."

Wait for the students behind to fry the pan, Professor Snape walking in the front narrowed his eyes, and the original soft expression came to a cold, and the cold voice asked.

"Don't worry, let the students sit down. The first-grade children just took some food from here and went for a picnic outside the castle. Rest assured, there are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen. Don't worry."

Dumbledore smiled softly, took out his wand and waved it gently, the messy dining table quickly returned to cleanliness, and the incomplete and incomplete tableware originally made by the first-year students was also rearranged.

As the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, mobilizing tableware and simply decorating the environment of the auditorium is really a simple thing for Dumbledore. Because of this, he will be so interested and break into the auditorium Draco Malfoy chatted with them.

"Year 1? Maybe after starting the course, I need to teach them some proper wizard etiquette."

Snape raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, looked at the restored table, and quickly glanced at the students behind him. He snorted "What are you doing, hurry and find a seat to do well."

"Very good, then, congratulations to everyone who won the first place in the school, please enjoy the food."

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his palms, motioning everyone to look at the dinner plate.

One second, two seconds ... five seconds, ten seconds.

Nothing appears.

Slap, slap.

"Perhaps, some basic setup is still underway, and everyone waits patiently for a few minutes." In the questioning eyes of the students and Snape, Dumbledore's face stiffened, and he clapped his hands a little awkwardly again. .

Snapped!

At the next moment, there was a crunchy sound like a firecracker exploding in the middle of the hall.

A panicked house elf appeared in everyone's eyes, two big bat-like ears trembling with fear, his hands twisted nervously on his napkin, screaming loudly.

"Not good! Mr. Dumbledore! The big thing is not good!"

"The seventh grade students used the conversion spell, the flying spell, and various strange spells to take away the bacon, cooked food, and prepared drinks in the kitchen. So much so that ...... The ingredients that the students in the following groups can eat are only bread and water ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ what do you say! "

Snape stood up with a brush, and his face became particularly ugly. He turned his head without hesitation and looked at the principal next to him, "Professor Dumbledore, you must take it seriously! Can't condone! As Hogwarts A professor at the Magic School, I suggest ... "

"Hmm ..."

Before he finished talking, Professor Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the faculty seat, suddenly shook his body, making a faint mumble, frowning tightly, and grasping the position of his chest with his right hand. A flash of daze and pain mixed across it.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with you ?!" Snape shuddered, holding his words and looking nervously at the old man.

"Professor Dumbledore! Is there something wrong with your body?" Madam Pomfrey also looked at the old man nervously.

"Don't worry, it's just the old problems these days. I'm used to it ..." Dumbledore waved tiredly, showing a haggard smile.

On this day, Albus? Dumbledore finally understood one thing-that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry familiar with tranquility, maybe he could never go back.

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Gou ~, Da Zhang ~

Because the doctor said to rest for a few days to lower the intraocular pressure, there may be no way out for the time being ~ sorry ~

Gugugu ~ I really want to be in the top 50, but I can still ask for a monthly ticket ...