"Okay, don't worry about Umbridge, I never look at disgusting things while eating..."
In the Hogwarts Great Hall, Elena touched Hannah's plate lightly with her knife and said angrily.
She really doesn't understand why Hannah Abbott, this stubborn person, is the one who likes to gossip the most among the four - this child often eats half-eaten food and runs away, and is also particularly prone to being truthful. Just from the perspective of personality.
, obviously the one farthest from the gossip circle.
"Oh-oh——"
Hannah kept watching Umbridge walk out of the Great Hall, then came back to her senses and continued to eat the half-eaten pan-fried sturgeon.
The Hogwarts classroom office is just down the corridor not far from the auditorium.
Therefore, after receiving Elena from there, Hannah never had the opportunity to ask the person involved about the whole story.
The whispers of the little wizards around made Hannah stifled. Unfortunately, the auditorium was not a place for telling stories. According to Elena's habit, she would only give them a detailed review after they returned to the quiet and private bedroom.
, this is also the moment that Hannah looks forward to most every day.
"Hiccup - um - I've eaten! 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 to you."
Elena looked helplessly at Tiehanhan, who almost choked her to death, and then at the two girls beside her who were obviously distracted.
After Umbridge left, the atmosphere in the auditorium became increasingly weird.
Many students began to focus on her. Although they did not dare to speak loudly due to her doll-like beauty and cute face, as well as her gentle temper that would emit even hotter light even when the scorching sun in the sky saw it, they just did not dare to speak loudly.
Just watching is enough to make people upset.
On the other hand, compared to the standard student dinner at Hogwarts tonight, Elena is actually more hungry for the dinner in the office next door.
Maybe red wine, vodka, etc. are more difficult, but good things like cracked and chilled Snake Mountain would still be a bit of a waste if you just entertain those bureaucrats from the Ministry of Magic, the outdated nobles from the school board, as well as old potatoes, old radishes, and old cat ladies.
.
As the head chef of Hogwarts, she gave orders when passing by the kitchen, and the elves would naturally take the initiative to deliver meals to their bedroom doors.
If you're lucky, you might be able to get some grape juice or something, which can be considered half-step wine.
…………
"You really beat Umbridge hard? And the professors didn't punish you in the end?"
As they walked through the corridor of the Hufflepuff common room, Hannah finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked curiously.
"Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do it," Elena shrugged. "Besides, it's not without punishment. Hufflepuff House was deducted a full twenty points for this, and I will be imprisoned for two more years."
Zhou's confinement... We just defended Professor McGonagall a little bit and interrupted Umbridge's aggressive and malicious cross-examination. I think this kind of punishment is a bit harsh."
"But you attacked the official professor!" Hannah repeated.
"We?" On the other side, Luna, who was in a fugue state, repeated another word.
"Those spells were actually cast by me. You should have guessed it anyway, right?" Hermione said helplessly, "Actually, in addition to using illusion magic to cover up, Elena's casting wand is also Elena's.
But this backhand was not used - in the teacher's office, this white-haired dumpling blew up the wall again in front of everyone. I am curious why no one questions why Professor Umbridge is still alive?"
"Elena, what did you say in there later that they actually let you go like this?"
They were talking quietly while walking through the intricate corridors of Hufflepuff's underground dormitory.
The magic fireflies above the corridor flickered in and out with their footsteps.
Hermione did not hear the subsequent confidentiality agreement, so from her perspective, Elena's "not guilty verdict" this time was really incredible. If she didn't believe in Professor Dumbledore's personality, Hermione would even doubt it.
Did the Major Arcana conduct a round of memory tampering?
In addition, Hermione still felt a little uneasy and guilty.
When she cast a spell towards Umbridge, she actually felt a little excited.
You know, before entering school, she had always been a good and well-behaved child, and Professor Dumbledore also hoped that she could keep an eye on Elena.
Without Baimao Tuanzi's instigation, there is no way she would have taken the initiative to violate school rules - especially the bold behavior of chanting a curse to a formal professor. If such a serious violation of discipline was discovered, it would be very likely
You will be expelled from the 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 'special reception' dishes for four people you ordered are ready."
Before Elena could answer Hermione's question, the elf's respectful voice suddenly sounded from the end of the corridor not far away.
Two three-story dining cars were parked steadily 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 protection, unless specifically permitted, they are not allowed to
A way to teleport to the room.
"Well, okay, we can do the rest ourselves-"
Elena nodded slightly, took out her wand and waved it casually.
The door opens, revealing the room behind.
Even though it is deep underground in Hogwarts Castle, there is still no dull or hot feeling in the bedroom.
The faint fragrance of green grass is mixed with a hint of refreshingness unique to the Scottish Highlands. As the door opens, the magic crystal balls on both sides of the wall sway and light up one by one. The right warmth spreads on the yellow and black carpet, just like a summer afternoon.
Tipsy and comfortable under the shade of the trees.
The dining car slid silently into the room and was quickly dismantled and reassembled 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 already there.
Hannah, Luna and Hermione skillfully picked up the empty dinner plates, selected some dishes they wanted to eat on the dining table, and then ran to sit comfortably on their favorite dolls or carpets or the edge of the bed.
Putting on a posture of listening to a story - Elena held up her hands, sat on the temporary dining table, waved her magic wand, poured herself a glass of amber-colored juice, and took a leisurely sip.
"Then let me think about where to start today's story -"
Elena shook the goblet in her hand and tried to create a mysterious image of a 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 that of an orphan, and the unknown means there is no upper limit - in short, I am now
He is a descendant of Gellert Grindelwald."
"Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, aren't you going to sign some confidentiality agreement after I leave?
Hermione suddenly interrupted, frowned and looked at Elena, and said in confusion, "Wouldn't there be any problem if you just leak the secret like this?"
"Well, the 'secret' body 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 'constructed secret'
There’s nothing wrong with that process.”
"It's true that the Fairy Queen of Gringotts has always been trustworthy when it comes to playing with contracts and exploiting loopholes."
"Then the Ministry of Magic, do they really believe it?" Hannah asked curiously. "They must be scared. I remember a few years ago, a wizard got drunk in the Leaky Cauldron and claimed that he was the cousin of the Dark Lord.
Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came over once and almost arrested him and locked him up."
"Gellert Grindelwald himself was present at the time. Needless to say, there is as much evidence as we need, right?"
Hermione glanced at Tiehanhan helplessly, "You are also the future senior executive of the Tianming Group. You should at least know where the wizards under you come from, and who Mr. 'Tower' is, right? You are so tall.
Permissions, you can check them with a little movement of your fingers——"
"Hey! Wait, is Professor Apokalis Gellert Grindelwald?!"
Hannah was stunned for half a second, and immediately realized the meaning of Hermione's words, and her mouth turned into an O shape in shock.
"But...don't many people know that Professor Apokalis adopted you? It has spread throughout Ravenclaw Academy..."
Luna leaned on her beloved little unicorn plush doll, curiously picked up the thin slices of snake meat on the dinner plate, looked at the soft magic crystal ball on the wall carefully, and asked in an erratic tone, "Magic
They are not all idiots, so this will inevitably make people guess something, right?"
"Well, the obvious reason is, of course, that Grindelwald threatened Professor Apokalis to help me find my identity——"
Elena glanced at Hannah who kept nodding her head, casually pulled off a crispy Demon Swamp Frog thigh, and took a bite with relish.
"After all, Professor Apokalis's alchemy workshop is in Salzburg. Even the elderly have to pay ground rent. As for the subsequent speculations you mentioned, anyone who can think of this is at least half a smart person.
——and smart people will come to the conclusion that all speculations about the identity of Professor 'Apocalis' must point to 'Paracelsus'. By the way, most smart people hate smart fools very much."
"Don't be so secretive," Hannah was about to ask, but Hermione said impatiently, "This is not a divination class. You are just 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 exposes himself now, it may not be able to shake the determination of the Ministry of Magic."
Elena raised her finger and said seriously, "I am the embodiment of peace and justice. Anyone who 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 tacit understanding and began to concentrate on destroying the food on their plates, just like the food they had just eaten in the auditorium.
It's like everything has disappeared.
Elena curled her lips in annoyance, there was something bad about being too familiar, even Hannah wouldn't support her now.
"Okay, let's tell some other stories, then?"
Elena looked around at the few Wings who were pretending to eat, and took a sip of juice to moisten her throat, "You should know... Umbridge's ongoing work as a senior investigator... So do you want to know?
...Professor Dumbledore's Secret Love Story..."
She muttered in a low voice, her voice getting smaller and smaller, as if she was talking to herself.
"...Forget it. It's not that important anyway..."
"Important! Very important - what is it, what is it? Don't be shy -"
Before she could finish her words, Hannah couldn't help it immediately, raised her head and looked at Elena with interest.
As Hannah took the initiative to break the seal, the other two little witches could no longer pretend, and all posed to listen to the 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 besides me, who has just been exposed to a small extent. That
She is Bathilda Bagshot, the author of "A History of Magic"...and the place where she lives happens to be where the Dumbledore family lives - the birthplace of Mr. Gryffindor, Godric's Hollow."
"In the summer when Professor Dumbledore graduated from Hogwarts, Mrs. Bagshot witnessed the growth of the headmaster——"
But Elena's story could not be finished. She suddenly stopped speaking and squinted her eyes to look at the corner of the room.
I saw the originally quiet fireplace flames suddenly rioting, and the hot flames were twisting wildly and making dull explosions at the same time.
After a few seconds, the flame suddenly changed from red to a dazzling green.
Immediately afterwards, an old wizard with a long silver beard walked quickly out of the flames.
"Elena, something happened to Gilderoy Lockhart—"
Dumbledore's expression was particularly serious, exuding intimidating power.
"Before contact was lost, Lockhart destroyed the badge and sent a first-class rescue beacon to the Hyperion—"