As an owl hunter that is also a raptor, the flying speed of owls is obviously not too slow.
Although the absolute speed of a falcon in the sky is slightly lower than that of an eagle, it is much more flexible when traveling through complex spaces.
Therefore, even if the reserve deliberately used hovering and occasional stops to slow down the navigation speed, Elena and the two still had to run all the way to catch up.
As for the way to navigate back and forth, after Elena unfortunately got lost once, the smart reserve immediately eliminated this interfering option from its navigation mode.
"Well, arrived on time - Father Father, you really should exercise more..."
Elena raised her hand and motioned for the small fur ball in mid-air to land on her arm, while looking at the panting Father Benitez next to her and said.
Since Hogwarts sponsored the orphanage, Father Benitez, who doesn't need to do black boxing, has obviously slacked off a lot in training.
In Elena's impression, before she entered school, Benitez was not as weak as he is now.
She frowned slightly, looked at Benitez carefully for a while, and whispered worriedly.
"Or is this a sequelae of 'that'?"
The documents submitted to Dumbledore by Succubus Island did not mention any allergies or rejection reactions.
You must know that the werewolf serum is, after all, a brand-new concept serum that has not undergone extensive long-term testing and only exists in the laboratory synthesis stage.
Even though the difference in mechanism of action between it and the werewolf transformation process is only seven ten thousandths, Elena is still not sure if there are still some unknown side effects.
"...You just caught up with an owl, girl."
Benitez glanced at Elena, who was breathing calmly, and said helplessly.
"Anyway, in my opinion, I'm at least 20-30% faster than usual, although it's still worse than you."
The last full moon night has just passed. According to "Cheap Father", he will have to wait until at least next month to experience the power of wolf transformation and the subsequent period of weakness.
But even so, he could still detect some subtle changes taking place in his body. After the violent running just now, he was more certain of the power that was gushing out.
"Well, really? After today's parent-teacher meeting, I will accompany you to a magic hospital in Salzburg for a comprehensive physical examination-"
Elena said doubtfully, her eyes swept across the crowded classroom, and she lowered her voice after changing the subject.
"You have almost remembered the situation about the Holy Light. You can just act in your true colors - this is your job."
"Of course, but are you sure there won't be... any problems with this?"
Benitez adjusted his priest's robe, his tone mixed with a strong suspicion.
As a clergyman who preaches the Holy Light in Hogwarts Castle, where magic is taught, this girl probably wants to take the opportunity to "kill her father", right?
"Don't worry, Hogwarts is my territory now."
Elena waved her hand grandly, and the little hair on her head swayed from side to side triumphantly.
"Although I am only the chef and headmaster of Hogwarts now, even if the Cat Vice-Principal, who is acting as the acting principal, wants my help, he has to use 'please'..."
"Sorry to interrupt a little bit..."
Before Elena could finish her words, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them.
"If you don't plan to go in just yet, can you let me go there first? Miss Kaslana - please?"
Elena turned around and saw "Vice Principal Cat" standing in front of her, holding a thick stack of parchment and a "professor's style" magic book in her arms.
Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, with a creepy smile on her face, and her eagle-like gaze passed over her gold-rimmed glasses and slowly landed on Elena's face.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall... I'm very sorry. Well, I will educate Elena well in the future."
Benitez smiled awkwardly, pulled Elena aside, and said quickly.
Although this is his first time attending a parent-teacher conference at Hogwarts, Benitez is very skilled in handling conflicts between home and school and dealing with school professors.
When Elena was studying in a public primary school in Scotland, he would encounter things like this cleaning up messes almost every month, but now it's just a reappearance of the past.
"Hello, Mr. Benitez. The parent-teacher meeting is about to start. Please find a seat in the classroom and sit down."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Elena, who was being pulled aside obediently. A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she nodded towards Benitez with a gentle smile.
I didn't expect Elena, who seemed lawless, to be so well-behaved in front of the director of this Muggle orphanage.
No wonder Dumbledore would emphasize that "home-school linkage" is an important channel for managing and solving certain problems of students at Hogwarts. It seems that he has this meaning.
In fact, when he invited Elena to study at Hogwarts, McGonagall had a vague feeling that this Muggle seemed more like Elena's father than the director of the orphanage.
"Seats? But—well, we can just stand."
Benitez followed Professor McGonagall into the classroom and looked at the crowded classroom.
During last summer vacation, he roughly learned from Elena that there were more than seventy second-year students.
With the students from the two classes added together, the originally empty and spacious classroom instantly became crowded.
Not to mention, there are so many parents of students in the classroom now.
As Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom, the buzzing complaints in the classroom gradually became quiet.
Those parents who had not been able to grab a seat because the classroom was changed at short notice gathered around Professor McGonagall.
In the surging crowd, Benitezla followed Elena closely, trying to find a place to stay.
"Elena, this way, this way..."
Before Benitez could clearly see the situation in the classroom, a girl's voice came from not far away.
Benitez followed the sound and saw a little blond witch with a little baby fat waving towards Elena.
If he remembered correctly, the child seemed to be named Hannah Abbott, who was also from Hufflepuff House and lived in the same dormitory as Elena.
During Christmas this year, she and Elena flew to the orphanage to spend the holidays with the children. Benitez heard a lot about Elena from her.
Standing next to Hannah was an adult witch who looked somewhat similar to her. If nothing else, it should be Mrs. Abbott who came to attend the parent-teacher conference.
In addition, the other two little witches who accompanied Elena to the orphanage on Christmas night were also next to Hannah, chatting and laughing with their respective fathers.
Following Hannah's voice, the other two little witches also noticed Elena appearing at the door, and turned their heads to look at her with joy.
"Elena, why did you come just now? I thought you were lost in the castle again—"
"Sister Elena, dad just talked about the next issue of "The Quibbler". Would you like to listen to it together? There seems to be an elf who can draw a magic map!"
"The magic map may not be of much use to Elena. After all, even if she walks while looking at the map, sometimes it may be so crooked that she doesn't know where to go..."
After getting along with each other for more than a year, the other three little witches already knew Elena's weaknesses, and they started teasing her with each other in a tacit understanding.
Perhaps for most students, the parent-teacher conference means some unknown "unknown", but it does not include them.
"Lost? How is that possible? I haven't been lost for a long time!"
Elena's little hair suddenly exploded, and she quickly retorted without hesitation.
"Don't forget, my sense of direction is not very good, but my food reserves are definitely better than yours combined."
As she spoke, she leaned toward the rebellious little girls fiercely and made a few threatening gestures.
However, in this situation, Elena's deterrence was almost zero. Hermione and others exchanged glances and moved their wrists in tacit understanding.
The four little witches soon started chatting and laughing together. The numerical advantage of the "Anti-Duango Alliance" was fully revealed at this time, and Elena was suppressed in an instant.
At the same time, the adults who were temporarily aside did not interrupt the children's play. They still had some "adult" conversations to have.
"Then you must be the Mr. Benitez that Hermione mentioned."
Mr. Granger withdrew his gaze from his daughter and looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged man in front of him wearing a simple priest's robe.
"It's our first time meeting you. Nice to meet you - you can call me Mr. Granger or Dr. Granger."
Mr. Granger paused for a few seconds, considered his words for a moment, and said quietly.
"I heard that this Christmas...Hermione seems to be going to your place to spend it?"