Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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"Well, don't worry about Umbridge, I never look at disgusting things when I eat..."

In the Hogwarts auditorium, Elena's knife gently touched Hannah's plate, and said angrily.

She really doesn’t understand why Hannah Abb, Tie Hanhan, is the one who likes gossip among the four most-this kid often runs halfway after eating melons, and it’s very easy to be truthful, just from the perspective of personality. , Obviously the one that is the furthest away from the gossip circle is right.

"Oh-"

Hannah kept staring at Umbridge as she walked out of the auditorium, only then recovered and continued to wipe out the pan-fried sturgeon she had just eaten halfway through.

The Hogwarts classroom office is on the side of the corridor not far from the auditorium.

Therefore, after receiving Elena from there, Hannah never had the opportunity to ask the person concerned about the ins and outs.

The whispers of the little wizards around can suffocate Hannah. Unfortunately, the auditorium is not a place for storytelling. According to Elena’s habit, she will only give them a detailed review after they return to their quiet and private bedroom. , This is also the moment Hannah looks forward to most every day.

"Hiccup--well--I'm done! Let's go back to the dormitory!"

After devouring dinner, Hannah put down her knife and fork and looked at Elena expectantly.

"Okay, okay... I really can't do anything with you."

Elena looked helplessly at Tiehan, who almost didn't choke herself to death, and then looked at the two obviously absent-minded girls beside her.

After Umbridge left, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more weird.

Many students began to focus on her, although due to her beautiful and cute face like a doll, and her gentle temperament that would emit a hotter light even in the scorching summer sun, she did not dare to speak loudly. It is enough to be annoying to be onlookers.

On the other hand, compared to the Hogwarts standard for tonight's student dinner, Elena is actually more greedy for the dinner in the next office.

Perhaps red wine, vodka, etc. are more difficult, but good things such as Chilled Snake Mountain, if only to entertain the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, the outdated aristocrats of the school board, and old potatoes, old radishes, and old cats are still somewhat wasteful. .

As the Miss Chef at Hogwarts, she gave an order when she passed the kitchen, and the elves would naturally take the initiative to deliver meals to their bedroom door.

If you are lucky, you may be able to get some grape juice or something, and rounding up is a half-step wine.

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"You really beat Umbridge? And the professors didn't punish you in the end?"

As they walked through the corridors of the Hufflepuff common room, Hannah finally couldn't hold it back, and asked curiously.

"Well, it wasn't strictly my hand," Elena shrugged. "And it's not without punishment. Hufflepuff Academy was deducted a full twenty points for this, and I will be detained two more. Zhou’s confinement... We just defended Professor McGonagall a little bit and interrupted Umbridge’s aggressive and malicious cross-examination. I think this punishment is a bit heavy."

"But you attacked the official professor!" Hannah repeated.

"We?" On the other hand, Luna, who was in a wandering state, repeated another word.

"I actually issued those spells. You guessed it anyway?" Hermione said helplessly. "Actually, apart from using phantom magic to cover up, Elena also owns the magic wand. But this backhand was of no use-in the teacher's office, this white-haired ball blew up the wall again in front of everyone. I wonder why no one questioned why Professor Umbridge was still alive?"

"Elena, what did you say in it later that they let you go like this?"

They whispered as they shuttled through the intricate underground dormitory corridors of Hufflepuff.

The magical fireflies above the corridor flickered with their footsteps.

Hermione did not hear the content of the subsequent non-disclosure agreement, so in her perspective, Elena’s "not guilty verdict" is indeed a bit weird. If she did not believe in Professor Dumbledore’s personality, Hermione even doubted it. Did the Grand Arcanas conduct a round of memory tampering?

In addition to this, Hermione was a little uneasy and guilty.

When she cast a spell at Umbridge, she actually had a little excitement.

You know, before enrolling in school, she has always been a good boy who guards herself, and Professor Dumbledore also hopes that she can watch Elena.

Without the instigation of Baimao Tuanzi, how could she not take the initiative to violate school rules-especially this bold act of chanting a curse towards a formal professor. If such a serious violation of discipline is discovered, it is very likely. Will be expelled from school directly!

Well, it's all Elena's fault!

It must be the charm of that white-haired dumpling!

Hermione comforted herself very seriously in her heart.

"Chef, the four ‘special hospitality’ dishes you ordered are ready."

Before Elena could answer Hermione's question, the elf's respectful voice suddenly sounded at the end of the tunnel not far away.

Two three-story dining carts steadily parked beside the elf, and the dishes in the teacher's office were displayed one by one. Since Elena’s bedroom is equipped with a separate magic shield, they cannot move into the room instantly unless specifically authorized.

"Well, okay, let's do the rest by ourselves—"

Elena nodded lightly, drew out her magic wand and waved it casually.

The door opened, revealing the room behind.

Even if it is deep underground at Hogwarts Castle, there is still no dull, hot feeling in the bedroom.

The faint fragrance of grass, mixed with a hint of refreshment unique to the Scottish Highlands, as the door opens, the magic crystal **** on both sides of the wall are swayed and lit one by one. The just right warmth is scattered on the yellow and black carpet, just like a summer afternoon. Slightly drunk and comfortable under the shade of the trees.

The dining car slid into the room silently, and was quickly dismantled and reorganized under the command of Hermione and Elena's wands.

Not long after, a simple dining table appeared in the center of the room, as if it was there.

Hannah, Luna, and Hermione skillfully picked up the empty dinner plate, selected some dishes they wanted to eat on the table, and ran comfortably to their favorite dolls or carpets or sitting on the edge of the bed. Putting on a posture of listening to the story-Elena squeezed her hands and sat on the temporary dining table, waved her wand, filled herself with a glass of amber-like juice, and took a sip without hesitation.

"Then let me think about it, where does today's story begin--"

Elena shook the goblet in her hand, trying to create a mysterious image of a maiden witch.

"The reason for the compromise between the Ministry of Magic and the school board is very simple. Professor Dumbledore told them about my life experience-the most powerful life experience in the world is an orphan, and the unknown means that there is no upper limit-in short, I am now It's a descendant of Gellert Grindelwald."

"Wait, if I remember correctly, don't you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement after I leave?

Hermione suddenly interrupted, frowning at Elena, and said in confusion, "Isn't there any problem with you directly leaking the secret like this?"

"Well, the body of the'secret' is not included in the members who signed the agreement. This is reasonable, isn't it?" Elena said, "Besides, what I tell you is not a secret on paper, but a secret. In that process, there is nothing wrong with it."

"It's true that the Gringotts Fairy Queen has always been trustworthy when it comes to playing with contracts and exploiting loopholes."

"Do they really believe the Ministry of Magic?" Hannah asked curiously. "They are terrified. I remember that a wizard was drunk at the Broken Cauldron Bar a few years ago and claimed to be the cousin of the Dark Lord. The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came here once and almost grabbed him and locked him up. ."

"Gellert Grindelwald himself was present at the time. Is that still necessary? How much evidence is needed?"

Hermione glanced at Tie Hanhan helplessly, "You are also the future high-level of the Destiny Group anyway. You should at least know where the wizards and wizards under you come from, and who is Mr. Tower? You are so tall. Permission, you can find out with a little finger—"

"Huh! Wait, is Professor Apocalis Gellert Grindelwald?!"

Hannah was stunned for half a second, and immediately reflected what Hermione had said, her small mouth turned into an O shape in shock.

"But... don't many people know that Professor Apocalis adopted you? It's spread in Ravenclaw College..."

Luna leaned on her beloved little unicorn plush doll, curiously picked up the thin slices of snake meat on the dinner plate, and carefully looked at the soft magic crystal ball on the wall, while asking in a erratic tone, "Magic The Ministry is not all idiots, so it will inevitably make people guess what?"

"Well, the reason on the surface, of course, is that Grindelwald threatened Professor Apocalis to help me get an identity—"

Elena glanced at Hannah, who kept nodding her head, then pulled off a crispy Demon Marsh Frog's thigh and took a bite with relish.

"After all, the alchemy workshop of Professor'Apocalis' is in Salzburg. Even the elderly have to pay land rent. As for the subsequent guesses you mentioned, at least half of the clever people can think of this level. Now-and smart people will come to the conclusion that all speculations about the status of the'Apocalis' professor must point to'Paracelsus.' By the way, most smart people hate smart fools."

"Don't be so mysterious," Hannah just wanted to ask, and Hermione said impatiently, "This is not a fortune telling class. You are convinced that the Ministry of Magic will not dare to break the peace unless Mr. Tower reveals his identity. , Otherwise the Ministry of Magic will maintain a peaceful atmosphere at all costs—"

"In fact, even if Mr.'Tower' reveals himself now, he may not be able to shake the determination of the Ministry of Magic."

Elena raised her finger and said solemnly, "I am the embodiment of peace and justice. Whoever bullies me is destroying peace."

The embodiment of peace and justice? Elena?

The next moment, the three little wings rolled their eyes in unison.

If Elena's cuteness level is ten and her magic talent is one hundred, then her shameless narcissism index is at least one million.

Ignoring the white-haired dumpling who started to be narcissistic again, Hermione, Luna, and Hannah lowered their heads in a tacit understanding, and began to concentrate on destroying the food on their plates, just like the things they ate in the auditorium. All disappeared the same.

Elena curled her lips boringly. It's not good to be too familiar, even Hannah won't help her now.

"Okay, then let's tell some other stories?"

Elena looked around at those crumb wings pretending to be eating, sipped a sip of juice to moisturize her throat, "You should know... the senior investigator job that Umbridge is doing... Then do you want to know? ...Professor Dumbledore's secret love history..."

She murmured, her voice getting smaller and smaller, as if she was talking to herself.

"...Forget it. It's not an important thing anyway..."

"Important! Very important-what is it, what is it? Don't sell it off -"

Before her words fell, Hannah couldn't help it immediately, raising her head to look at Elena with interest.

And as Hanna took the initiative to break the seal, the other two little witches couldn't pretend, and they all posed to listen to gossip.

"Oh, you know that I am now a descendant of Gellert Grindelwald, but few people know that Gellert Grindelwald actually has a relative alive in addition to my relative who has just been exposed on a small scale. It was Bathilda Bagshot, the author of "A History of Magic"... and where she lived, it happened to be the place where the Dumbledore family lived-the birthplace of Mr. Gryffindor, Godric Valley."

"On the summer when Professor Dumbledore graduated from Hogwarts, Mrs. Bagshot witnessed the growth of Mr. President—"

But Elena's story was not finished, she stopped her voice suddenly, narrowed her eyes and looked towards the corner of the room.

I saw that the originally quiet fireplace flame suddenly rioted ~www.readwn.com~ The hot tongue was twisting crazily, and it kept making dull explosions.

After a few seconds, the flame suddenly changed from red to a dazzling green.

Then, an old wizard with a long silver beard quickly walked out of the flames.

"Elena, something happened to Gildro Lockhart—"

Dumbledore's expression was extraordinarily serious, and his whole body exuded awe-inspiring power.

"Before losing contact, Lockhart destroyed the badge and sent a first-level beacon to the Huberian—"

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