Elena cut her fried eggs slowly, and the semi-solidified golden egg yolk flowed out from the cut, sandwiched between the crispy and fragrant toasted bread slices. It is simply one of the most delicious spreads in the world.
One.
On both sides of Elena's seat, there were two girls clustered on the left and right. Hannah Abbott, who had golden double braids and a round and cute little face, and...
"Why did you come here, Granger? If I remember correctly, the seat of Gryffindor House is over there."
After experiencing the conflict in the morning, little Hannah, who has a soft personality, has grown up rapidly. At this time, she was carefully protecting the dinner plate, looking sideways at Hermione Granger, who was sitting on Elena's right, and said in her tone:
Slightly unhappy.
I don’t know why, but Hannah Abbott, who can get along well with almost everyone, always has an indescribable irritability and resistance in her heart when facing this little brown-haired witch, just like her beloved when she was a child.
The feeling of toys being snatched away.
Compared to Hannah's resistance, Hermione sitting next to Elena was obviously much happier.
"If you observe carefully, you will find that apart from the professors' long table, Elena is the only place where she will not be disturbed by scurrying owls." Hermione Granger raised her eyebrows with a look on her face.
He replied with a matter-of-fact expression.
As he spoke, little Hermione Luoli, who had fluffy brown hair, quickly reached out and moved the bowls of mashed potatoes that had just appeared on the dinner plate in front of Elena to ensure that they would not be destroyed by the owls running rampant on the table.
Dropped it and continued talking.
"After I returned to the dormitory last night, I looked it up in the book. If I guessed correctly, Elena should be the legendary wizard with the talent of a druid. Because of this, she once had the opportunity to listen to
Through the teachings of those mysterious Druid masters."
Druid talent? Elena blinked in confusion.
Oh, yes.
Yesterday, at the Black Lake, in order to persuade (hu) to convince (you) the important character Hagrid to join the "Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue" project, she carefully prepared a set of stories about nature conservation organizations and Drew adapted from her previous life.
Hermione, Hannah and other first-year wizards were also present at the time.
"Ahem, of course. As you know, I have always had experience in understanding and communicating with animals."
Elena coughed slightly, admitted it shamelessly without hesitation, and pointed at the little pet that squatted obediently on the dining table and was responsible for passing breakfast to the three of them.
"You see, food storage is a great example of this. I have an effective way of communicating with these delicious, well, cute animals."
After all, deterrence is also one of nature's common means of communication.
The group of owl messengers, who are far more keen than ordinary birds, will subconsciously avoid Elena's position during the process of flying and looking for food, so that a strange cylindrical shape is formed above Elena's head.
Hollow area.
Even the owl messenger who was raised in Hannah's family just threw the envelope over from a distance, then fluttered its wings and left quickly, as if there was some terrible hell scene below.
Is it possible that after eating too many fat chickens with round faces, they will have a strange coercive aura towards the owl race?
Or is it that the Veela's racial talent will unconsciously convey some emotions and information when facing other magical animals?
While thinking about it, Elena glanced at the few owls hovering above Hermione and subconsciously licked her lips.
Gu Gu Gu Gu~
The owls that were stared at by Elena stiffened, and unconsciously spiraled down a short distance. Then they trembled and shuddered, and two or three pieces of poop fell from the sky and hit the unlucky few below.
on the little wizard, and then flapped his wings in terror and flew towards the other end of the auditorium.
It seems that if there is a chance in the future, I still have to ask Senior Newt Scamander if there is any way to hide his aura, otherwise he will become a Bilibili discharge girl in the long run——
This is quite bad news for Elena, who loves magical animals.
But for now, most of the round-faced chubby chickens are still smart enough to harass Spicy Old Carrot, without disturbing her and her friends from enjoying their breakfast quietly.
Looking around the messy auditorium, Elena nodded with satisfaction - the so-called happiness can only be reflected by contrast.
At this time, the white-haired dumpling hugging him from left to right is the winner of life at Hogwarts.
Elena narrowed her eyes, handed the fried egg bread in her hand to Hannah, who was still a little unhappy, turned her head, and proudly showed off to the little wizards gathered around her, "Eat with confidence, just sit down
Around me, no owl dares to..."
At this moment, before the little half-blood Veela could finish her words.
A small eagle-headed owl with confused eyes squeezed in from outside the auditorium, holding a thick parchment envelope larger than its body under its two small talons.
After briefly identifying its position above the auditorium, the little owl's eyes lit up, and it swaggered through the open area above Elena's head and flew in the direction of Dumbledore.
Snap.
A small piece of bird poop fell accurately on the edge of Elena's dinner plate.
"...Dare to shit on my head."
Elena's eyes slowly moved to the pile of bird poop on the dinner plate, her expression was cute for a moment, and in the eyes of her friends who couldn't help laughing, she followed the inertia and subconsciously finished the rest of her words.
"Pfft...Kukukukuku...ah, I didn't, didn't laugh...Kukukukuku..."
There was a strange sound coming from Elena's right. Hermione's little Luoli, whose eyes were almost bent into the shape of crescent moons, covered her mouth hard and made a "kukkukkuku" sound. Her delicate and cute little face turned red from holding back.
"Kukuku...I didn't laugh either...Kukuku..."
Hannah Aibo, who reacted immediately, also quickly covered her mouth, and finally suppressed her laughter back into her stomach. She bent down slightly, and her shoulders were shaking violently. It was obvious that she was holding back her laughter very hard.
.
"..."
Elena raised her head expressionlessly and glanced at the swaggering little owl in the sky.
good very good.
Snapped!
The table knife in Elena's hand slammed onto the table.
"Save up food and bring it to me! Catch that little guy without eyes."
Gu?
He was squatting quietly in front of the public plate at the long table, holding the plate in his mouth to pass the food reserves. He tilted his head, blinked his big eyes in confusion, turned his long ear tufts left and right, and lowered his head quite a bit.
He nuzzled Elena's arm obediently, without any sense of self-consciousness and majesty as a small carnivorous raptor.
"Did you see that little guy? It's prey. Catch it and roast the fish. If you can't catch it, take a hot bath."
Elena hugged her little pet with both hands, aimed at the little eagle-headed owl in the sky, which was a little smaller than the size of the reserve food, and spoke seriously every word.
Gu!⊙▽⊙!
Reserve Liang opened his eyes and nodded quickly, his eyes becoming sharp and fierce.
The next moment, the little owl flapped its wings vigorously, and like a small bullet, it shot towards the sky above the auditorium, and let out a series of sharp and excited calls.