The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf and the others moved towards the door cautiously, while nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them.

After a few minutes, they finally managed to leave the chilling party and hurried down the aisle lit with black candles.

"I hope the pudding hasn't been eaten yet." Ron prayed hopefully, leading the way and trotting quickly towards the steps leading to the foyer.

However, the reality was not as Ron prayed. The last dessert time of the banquet was over. When a few people walked into the hall, the prefects were organizing the little wizards to return to their dormitories.

"That's unfortunate," Rolf turned to his frustrated friends, "but maybe we could sneak into the kitchen and take a look?"

After hearing Rolf's words, several people who were about to go hungry suddenly raised their heads in surprise, but their moods instantly dropped again.

"Come on, Rolf, we don't know where the kitchen is." Ron said with a somewhat frustrated look.

"Besides, if you are caught stealing food in the kitchen, you will be deducted points, right?" Hermione, who had already let herself go, is still afraid of deducting points?

Rolf repeatedly said that these were not problems, and then he pulled a few people and followed quietly behind the Hufflepuff House team.

Malfoy was also happily excited for the feast he was about to eat, hoping that he would not be hungry at night.

Rolf secretly thought: A night at Hogwarts is incomplete without a kitchen and supper, and there is no soul!

Based on his memory, he found the painting next to the Hufflepuff lounge, took out his wand and lit it randomly on the canvas. After all, no matter how good his memory was, he couldn't remember what kind of fruit he lit.

On the picture of the big fruit bowl, as Rolf's wand passed across the big green pear, it began to squirm, chuckled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

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Ron, who was waiting anxiously, grabbed it, opened the door forcefully, and called the people behind him to hurry in.

Malfoy was surprised and said: "The kitchen is right next to your lounge? This is so happy! But it's also quite close to our repair lounge. It seems that you won't have to go hungry in the future."

Of course, his words aroused the dissatisfaction of the three Gryffindor little lions, who all looked at him with hatred (crossed out) and envy.

Malfoy shut his mouth in embarrassment and turned to look into the kitchen. In a quick glance, everyone saw a large room with a high ceiling.

It was as big as the auditorium above, with many gleaming copper pots and basins stacked against the surrounding stone walls, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

Seeing several people coming in, all the elves stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the people who suddenly came in curiously.

At this time, an elf wearing a neat little skirt and short top walked up to a few people and said hello to them.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The elf wore a matching blue hat with two holes cut out, revealing her two big ears.

Rolf introduced himself to the elf and expressed their desire for some food. The elf happily said, "Okay, everyone, please come with me! By the way, my name is Plate, nice to see you."

How many.”

After saying that, she led them past the four long wooden tables and into the kitchen inside.

Several people were surprised to find that the positions of these tables were exactly the same as those of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

However, dinner time was over now, and there was no food on the table. However, they speculated that the delicacies must have been piled here an hour ago, and then sent to the equivalent table above through the ceiling.

There were at least a hundred elves standing in the kitchen now, and as the plate led Rolf and the others past, every house elf was smiling, bowing, and curtsying.

Obviously, when they introduced themselves just now, the elves heard Harry's name, but maybe out of character, they did not swarm around the savior Harry.

You know, Harry is the savior who saved them from the mysterious man, and every house elf is grateful to him.

They all wore the same uniform: a tea towel emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest, which they wore as a robe.

Six house elves hurried up from behind him, carrying a large silver tray with exquisite food on it. It seemed that they had prepared some spare food for the Halloween dinner just now.

They also placed cups in front of Rolf and others, and thoughtfully poured a pot of milk for everyone.

"It's so rich!" Ron said in a very excited voice. It seems that hunger has caused Ron's plasmolysis and he only wants to eat chicken legs now!

Hermione frowned at him, as if she thought of something unpleasant, but the elves looked very happy, and they bowed low and stepped back.

Rolf was eating the sumptuous food in front of him while observing Hermione. It seemed that Hermione had already pitied these elves in her heart.

But Rolf knew that her plan to liberate the house elves was destined to fail.

After all, it's like if you hear that someone wants to free the cattle and pay them wages and arrange holidays, you will definitely laugh like a joke and ignore it.

A few people quickly eliminated the things in front of them. When they were about to leave, many elves gathered around them and handed them many snacks for them to take upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it. She looked at the elves who kept bowing and curtsying, with a look of pain on her face.

Harry and Ron worked hard to put a lot of cream cakes and pies into the space pockets. They were not afraid that the cream would stain the space pockets?

But just when Hermione was about to say something, the kitchen door was pushed open, and a person Harry least expected to see walked into the kitchen.

"Oh? What did I see? A Gryffindor who broke into the kitchen? Aren't you full from the Halloween dinner just now?" Professor Snape said in his usual tone.

Harry's face immediately turned ugly. Ron opened his mouth to explain that he and others missed the banquet because they were invited to the dinner by the ghost, but Professor Snape obviously didn't care about this.

"Professor McGonagall, I wonder how you plan to punish them?" Snape turned to Professor McGonagall, who walked in later and asked.

Professor McGonagall had a sullen face, "Aren't you supposed to be in the lounges of your respective houses at this time? Each of you will deduct 5 points for your own house. Severus, what do you think?"

None of them dared to look up at Professor McGonagall's face, but judging from her tone, Professor McGonagall must be extremely angry.

She just didn't know whether she was angry with a few people for sneaking into the kitchen, or angry at their carelessness and stupid behavior of being caught sneaking into the kitchen.

Hermione almost cried after hearing this. She felt that all her hard work for so long was in vain. The important point was that she was among the points deducted this time.

ps: I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and caught bugs in the first few chapters, and then updated one chapter. The next chapter is expected to be at noon.

You won’t believe me if I tell you, but I am allergic to air conditioning. I almost threw up when I was typing the last chapter last night.

I didn’t want to write it at first, but when I thought that you will receive the investment reward of 3,000 words for the second thirty-day update in three days, I got up again.

I'm going to class. Today is another day full of energy!