This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 505: Gryffindor Specialty Barbecue Skewers

Aurelius spent his life searching for his family.

He found Aberforth and learned the truth about being "abandoned" before he died.

And Nagini...

Brother Dumbledore's blue eyes were full of sadness.

Even Surya, his only relative, does not know the truth, and there is no way of knowing whether he was "abandoned".

Aberforth exhaled heavily, "They must have been separated due to the war."

"It must be." Surprise flashed across Dumbledore's face.

After decades, it seems that there is still growth.

He told Surya a story with some relief, a story about Nagini and Aurelius.

The mother's family has a hereditary blood curse, and they all look exactly the same.

Judging from her age, Nagini should be Surya's sister.

"The last time I found her was five years ago, and she said she could hardly remember who she was."

Aberforth's eyes were particularly sincere,

"Ms. Surya, if possible - no, I beg you to help her and don't let her continue to suffer."

The blood curse cannot be completely solved, the effect of the curse can only be weakened by sharing it.

The cost of maintaining sanity for the Greengrass family is a shortened life span, while Nagini's problem is that she cannot stay sane.

The principle is basically the same, except that what is bound together is not life but soul.

Surya was silent for a long time.

She has lived alone for 60 years, and now a sister suddenly appears and wants to bind her souls together?

"me--"

One cannot ignore Dumbledore's eager anticipation, and one cannot reject Aberforth's ardent expectations.

"If she is really my sister, I will definitely help her."

"Words cannot express our gratitude to you, Ms. Surya."

Aberforth couldn't wait to open the store door, "I'm going to find Nagini now, Albus!"

I haven't called out this name for many years.

Dumbledore smiled at him and nodded, "Aberforth, I also want to go back to school."

There is a price to pay for using black magic, let alone black magic related to the soul.

"Are you sure that kid can make it?"

"He's already succeeded once."

Aberforth opened the door and left.

"Child?" Surya was a little uneasy.

From what the brothers said, the person who performed the magic seemed to be a child.

"Ma'am, I can guarantee that he has this ability."

It's still very unreliable, quite unreliable.

"His reputation is much better than mine recently, especially here in Asia."

A name slowly emerged in her mind.

Hope there will be no accidents.

…

When Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, the students happened to be having a party in the Great Hall.

Not to celebrate Gryffindor's Quidditch victory, but to celebrate the total sales of Gwent cards exceeding 100,000.

The president of the Court of Owls personally makes the sauce, and the vice president controls the heat throughout the entire process. The special barbecue skewers are the most popular.

A piece of pork, a piece of courgette, then a piece of beef, and finally a whole mushroom.

Fresh, juicy and nutritious.

The delicacies carefully cooked by the little badgers are also favored by many students.

Compared with Vincent and Percy's simplicity and directness, although their production speed is slow, each one is a master-class work that emphasizes quality and weight.

The ones from Little Eagle are okay, but the cooking time is a little longer, and they all look exactly the same.

Even the taste is the same!

Not to mention the little snakes, it’s all dark cuisine.

Draco, who was looking for something to eat with his plate, suddenly walked towards the Gryffindor table.

The total sales volume of Wizard cards has already exceeded one million, so he needs to come here first to establish his authority.

"Wayne, bring me two skewers of barbecue."

Vincent threw two skewers of raw meat directly onto his plate.

"I want it cooked!"

Sure enough, they are here to cause trouble.

Percy gave up the barbecue grill and said, "Be picky and do it yourself if you have the ability."

Draco raised his little face and said, "If we don't do it quickly, everyone will be dragged away by us."

There were not many students at the Slytherin table.

"Thank you, we are still the most popular." Vincent picked up two skewers of raw barbecue on his plate, then soaked them in water, rinsed them and then applied sauce on them.

Percy very cooperatively put them on the oven.

Before they even turned over, Draco urged.

"It's not for you. Didn't you see that I washed it again?"

"Vincent, some people are unaware of themselves."

"So that's it, I learned it."

Draco was so angry that he left a cruel message:

"Just wait, your fat chicken club will be disbanded in a few days!"

Apart from the two principals and deputy principals, the only ones who have the power to do this are the Ministry of Magic and the school governors.

It seems that he is really going to return to the board of directors.

Vincent happened to have a large sum of gold galleons cut from the card merchant, which should be enough to occupy a few seats.

"Thank you for the information."

"Humph!" Draco walked away struttingly.

Those 26 card dealers are not stupid. Taking the initiative to tell what was done by Yamamoto is tantamount to taking the initiative to expose the insider trading.

I still have a batch of problematic wizard cards in my hand. If you know this, can you still agree to exchange the cards?

"Did you put too much sauce on this?"

"Oh, for Malfoy."

Vincent laughed out loud and swiped it twice more.

After Percy finished baking it, he personally carried it over.

"Be careful, it's hot."

Draco is not stupid, of course he knows this is artificial.

For the sake of sincerity, just take a bite reluctantly.

Pooh!

It's so salty that it makes your tongue numb.

"Wayne!"

In the blink of an eye, the person went back to making sauce.