The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Being surrounded by a large group of creatures with eyes like large glass beads, feeling their eyes full of blazing passion, was a bit unbearable even with Erwin's psychological quality.

It's so enthusiastic.

"I can eat whatever I want?" Erwin touched his chin, "Then I want a rib-eye steak, well-done, a seafood risotto, a butter matsutake, and finally an avocado salad."

"Yes, no problem, sir." A house elf said cheerfully. Unlike other elves, he wore a certain chef's hat.

"Can it really be done?" Erwin was also surprised. Except for steaks, the types of dishes he ordered were not daily served at Hogwarts. Yes, he did it on purpose, wanting to see these homemade dishes.

How elves react when faced with demands they cannot fulfill.

But he seemed to have underestimated the logistical support capabilities of Hogwarts.

"Of course, please wait a moment."

Erwin saw two house elves immediately start frying steaks, and several more house elves disappeared with a pop. They reappeared a few minutes later, bringing lobster, clams, matsutake and avocado.

These ingredients couldn't have appeared out of thin air, they must have been stored somewhere, and then the house elves apparated there to retrieve them.

The ingredients are all fresh, which means that Hogwarts has an efficient material supply chain, and this supply chain should be provided by the Ministry of Magic or school board members. These ingredients are quickly transformed under the control of the house elves' nimble fingers.

He asked for the corresponding delicacies and said, "You are so awesome, you can even cook these dishes." Erwin deliberately praised.

"Of course," the house elf in a chef's hat puffed up his chest proudly, "We have been learning and can cook dishes from all over Europe! We can help Hogwarts perfectly entertain people from any country.

Guests! We can also meet the taste needs of any professor!"

Erwin understood, which meant that Hogwarts students could only eat British food, while foreign guests and faculty had the privilege of cooking small meals.

"Then why are you willing to cook these foods specially for me?" Erwin felt a little strange.

"Why are you unwilling?" The elf's big eyes showed real doubts, as if Erwin was asking a question that he shouldn't have asked.

"Because I'm just an ordinary student." Erwin was also confused. Could it be that Dumbledore would emphasize the special nature of Erwin to these house elves and give him special treatment?

It's impossible.

"Starting from our ancestors, the elves here have been loyal to Hogwarts for generations," the house elf wearing a chef's hat said seriously: "Every student of Hogwarts is our master.

, we will work hard to fulfill any of your requirements.”

So that's it, Erwin couldn't help but sigh, what an incredible race of servants, born to serve others.

It is impossible for such a species to evolve naturally. It has obviously been artificially domesticated. Just like humans domesticated wolves into dogs, wizards domesticated wild elves into house elves.

The so-called domestication is to select obedience genes from generation to generation. This kind of thing is definitely more efficient to do with magic. It can cultivate house elves with absolute obedience. Incidentally, it can also improve their intelligence so that they can understand commands more accurately.

These house elves should all have the IQs of eight to ten year old human children.

No wonder the existence of these house elves is hidden from the students because they are afraid that some naughty children will use the characteristics of house elves to cause trouble.

The food Erwin ordered was already ready. He did not plan to take it away, but decided to eat here. This made the elves very happy. They took out a set of tableware and asked him to sit at a long table.

Enjoy his supper at the main table.

"What's your name?" Erwin asked the house elf who had been talking to him.

The elf looked honored, "Pancake Pan, sir, my name is Pancake Pan! The head of the steak and kidney pie department!"

Erwin was quite surprised that the Hogwarts kitchen is actually divided into departments?

"So there is also Minister Pudding?"

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The pancake pan pointed behind him, and the elf over there took off his chef's hat and saluted Erwin.

"Minister Pumpkin Juice?"

A female house elf covered her face shyly. House elves are gendered and can be distinguished by their appearance.

Within a few minutes, Erwin got to know a lot of elves and tried to remember a dozen names. Generally speaking, house elves who wear chef hats have a higher status than those who don't.

During the chat, he learned that just as he had guessed, the long table in the kitchen corresponded one-to-one with the long table in the auditorium. The elves only needed to put the cooked food on it, and the long table would put the food on it.

Teleported to the auditorium.

If you cut open the long table now, you will find the magic text code inside that represents two-way transmission.

Erwin finished all the food, after all, he had been hungry all day. This behavior once again won the favor of the house elves. Their emotions were quite simple, and the affirmation of serving them was their greatest happiness.

"Pancake Pan, since you are the Minister of Steak and Kidney Pies, who is your superior?" Erwin asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

He didn't come here just to solve the problem of filling his stomach.

"Chef Cookie! He is our leader!" Pancake Pan obviously had no sense of keeping secrets, and he even took the initiative to pull Cookie over.

"What can I do for you?" Chef Cookie's hat is bigger, and his skin is darker than other elves. Other than that, there is nothing special about him. Although he is a chef, he doesn't have any special features.

There is no feeling of power.

"You should have noticed that an elf who does not belong to Hogwarts has sneaked in here many times?" Erwin slowed down and asked tentatively.

The house elves looked at each other in confusion. After a while, a trembling little hand was raised, "Are you talking about Dobby, sir?"

Very good, an elf knows him.

"Yes, it's Dobby." Erwin's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "He is following his master's orders and is participating in a conspiracy that threatens Principal Dumbledore and Hogwarts itself."

The house elves were all stunned, "Sir, we are not allowed to do dangerous things, nor are we allowed to harm wizards." Chef Cookie said.

The other elves also nodded.

"But what is the first rule of house elves?" Erwin asked with a straight face.

"Unconditionally obey the master's orders." Several elves said in unison subconsciously.

This kind of law has been engraved in their deepest blood.

"That's the problem. Maybe Dobby himself had no ill intentions, but he had to carry out his master's plot, and now there is solid evidence that he attacked a student and caused him to break his arm."

"Oh my God, this is terrible, how could he..." The pancake pan was a little incoherent.

Erwin glanced at these little guys, "And if Master Dobby succeeds in his conspiracy, not only will innocent students die, but Hogwarts may even cease operations or even close down."

The elves were petrified, to them Hogwarts was everything.

Seeing that the panic effect had been created, Erwin's voice gradually became more passionate, "Hogwarts has reached a very dangerous stage! This castle does not restrict house elves from apparating. This is to facilitate your work.

, but now it has become a loophole exploited by the enemy!

If we sit back and do nothing, the enemy will succeed and Hogwarts will be in danger! Now this school needs your strength, Dumbledore needs you, and Hogwarts needs you!"

When he said this, Erwin suddenly felt that he would feel better wearing a top hat.