Chapter 124: Comics that caught people off guard (repair)
"Wow, this little owl is so cute. It seems to be a very rare eagle owl."
"Do you think it's awake? It's dazed and looks a little silly."
"Humph, ever since it fell into my hands, its race has changed into a Scottish round-faced fat chicken."
On one side of the long table in Hufflepuff House, three girls gathered in a circle, whispering to a trembling little owl on the table, and from time to time they curiously stretched out their fingers to touch the little animal's head.
The whole hunting process was over in less than ten seconds. Facing the small carnivorous raptor that had been exercising for a long time - the reserve food Vika, this reckless little guy hardly showed any decent resistance and was easily defeated.
Caught in front of Elena.
Elena looked carefully and saw that it was a subspecies of eagle owl that she had never known before.
This little owl's head is flatter than the average round-faced chubby chicken. It looks a bit like an eagle's head at the blink of an eye. Its body is particularly compact, slightly smaller than her food reserves.
The little thing's two little paws were holding on to a thick parchment envelope that was almost as big as its body, almost uneasily, and it squatted on the dining table blankly, its little body shaking non-stop.
A small orange-red carrot-shaped fruit was strung on a string around its neck, with a few letters vaguely engraved on it. Elena raised her eyebrows, picked up the small carrot and curiously read the writing on it.
"C,H,S...huh?!"
Suddenly, Elena's expression changed and she quickly retracted her finger, narrowly avoiding the beak that pecked at her index finger.
Gu~gugu~gugugu!
The little owl stumbled back, dodged Elena's fingers, spread its wings, and cooed demonstratively at the humans in front of it, looking very fierce and refusing to let strangers in.
Gu!⊙▽⊙?
Bang! (#＝▽＝)!
Before Elena could take action, the reserve crouching on Elena's shoulder screamed angrily, quickly flew to the dining table, raised its brown wings high, and effortlessly knocked down the little owl with a snap.
He pressed it firmly on the dinner plate with his paws.
The package under the little owl's talons also fell to the side of the dining table, and was picked up by Elena.
Coo coo coo!!!
As Elena picked up the package, the little eagle-headed owl suddenly seemed to be going crazy, fluttering and struggling violently, knocking over two or three goblets on the dining table in one breath, and letting out a shrill and angry sound from its mouth.
's cry.
Unfortunately, both in terms of physique and strength, it is far from the reserve grain. No matter how hard it struggles and howls, it cannot escape from the restraints of the reserve grain, oh no, the ferocious Laughing Owl [Vika].
"Hey, you still have a bad temper, this little guy."
Elena chuckled indifferently. She was suddenly curious about what kind of wizarding family could raise such a little owl that was even more stubborn than Hannah.
Subconsciously, I squeezed the package in my hand, but there was no strange bulge inside.
In fact, to be more precise, it is not so much a package as it is a thick parchment envelope and a colorful magazine tied together with a thick rope.
After untying the rope, the girl looked back and forth at the front and back of the envelope. There was no sender's information written on the cover, only a line of words written with a thick quill pen dipped in black ink.
[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore (collected)]
"Tsk, it really is a letter sent to Dumbledore."
Elena curled her lips and threw the envelope aside with no interest.
Dumbledore's decision to publicly express his willingness to answer questions in the newspaper was actually one of the countermeasures she proposed to Dumbledore in the Slytherin common room a month ago.
As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world, Dumbledore couldn't be too loud in the entire Gringotts incident, but it would be too suspicious if he was completely silent.
Therefore, it is undoubtedly the safest approach to answer some questions selectively in line with the Ministry of Magic's caliber.
But Elena has no interest in helping Dumbledore check which envelopes are safe. You know, there are mail attacks even in the non-magical world, let alone the mysterious magical world. In the envelope, there are a few
It is normal in the magic world to cast evil curses or some strange prohibited and dangerous items.
"Then, next..."
Elena's eyes returned to the center of the dinner plate, where the little hawk-headed owl was still struggling. She showed a sad smile and stretched out her fingers to touch and weigh its small body for a while.
Unsurprisingly, like most round-faced fat chickens, although it looks fluffy, there is not much edible part inside. I don’t know whether it is because of my young age or because I usually eat less.
The little owl was obviously malnourished.
If the grain reserves are barely enough to stew a thermos pot of soup, then this little thing would probably stew half a pot of soup and find it too much water. In other words, even the meat of a stupid sparrow in autumn would be too much.
A little more than that.
But as the old saying goes, mosquito legs are still meat when they are young - you know, if nothing happens, it may be difficult to eat decent poultry in the next week or even in the next semester.
"Wait a minute, Elena, don't you mean... wake up, this is an owl raised in someone else's house."
Hannah glanced at Elena carefully and asked with some uncertainty.
In her impression, when Hagrid fished out the mutated fish from the Black Lake yesterday, the same look had appeared on Elena's face, that scary smile with a hint of excitement in the sadness.
With this expression on her face, Elena skillfully demonstrated to all the wizards on the field how to knock out a big, lively fish - except for Hagrid, who looked at her with shock and fear.
Scale - break the belly - remove the guts - cut into pieces, etc. A series of basic team cooking preparations.
As a result, it is estimated that half of the little wizards had Elena wielding a kitchen knife in their dreams last night.
"No, no, no, you guessed it wrong. I swear I have never thought about stripping this round-faced Scottish chicken, removing its internal organs, and then adding ginger slices, chives, and mushrooms to the hot water.
Season with a little cooking wine, salt and sugar, cover the pot and simmer over low heat for half an hour."
Elena sipped the saliva that was about to remain, and the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter. With the expression on poor little Hannah's face that she was about to cry, she continued.
"Of course, I didn't even think about washing it and cutting it into small pieces, throwing it into the well-mixed egg liquid, coating it with bread crumbs, frying it in a pan until both sides are golden, then taking it out and sprinkling it with a small amount of coarse salt."
"First of all, it's an owl, not a fat chicken."
Hermione next to her corrected her seriously, then chuckled and wagged her finger proudly.
"Secondly, I'm not as easily fooled by you as Hannah. From the beginning, I didn't think you would even think about eating it. Otherwise, you would have eaten the food reserves long ago."
Shrugging indifferently, Hermione tilted her head to the side, "In fact, compared to this little owl, I am more interested in the book under the envelope, the one I haven't seen yet.
New Magazine.”
"Haha, I wonder if I really want to show you some food today..."
Feeling that her authority had been challenged for the second time, Elena narrowed her eyes, raised the talons of the little owl, and inadvertently glanced at the colorful magazine that Hermione was paying attention to, and her voice suddenly stopped.
I didn't pay attention to the picture on the cover just now, but now I looked carefully, it seemed to be a poorly drawn caricature of Albus Dumbledore - Elena still relied on the old man's long white beard and iconic
Recognized by his half-moon glasses.
I saw Dumbledore standing in front of Hogwarts Castle. In front of him was a hill of gold galleons, and countless goblins bowed at his feet.
The title of the comic is: "How long can the mighty Dumbledore hide the truth?"
"Huh?!" Elena, who had been talking and laughing before, trembled all over and opened her eyes suddenly.