"The Quibbler? Hmm...a magazine I've never seen before. I swear I've never seen this magazine in Flourish and Blotts."
Hermione Granger, who has a slight reading addiction, turned her head and looked at the books held in Elena's hands. Her face was full of curiosity and desire for knowledge. After hesitating for a few seconds, she shook Elena's arm.
"After you finish reading it, can you lend it to me?"
"Of course." Elena nodded, casually rolled up the magazine in her hand and handed it to the eager-looking little beaver, her eyes still staying on the little owl, thoughtfully.
As long as you know the results, and then perform the relevant reasoning in advance, it will undoubtedly be much easier.
There is no doubt that since the death of Luna's mother, the financial conditions of the Lovegood family have not been very good. This can be seen from the clothes and accessories of Luna and Mr. Lovegood.
As a wizarding family, they don't even have enough funds to support them to travel to Sweden to find the illusive Bent-Horned Snorlax - if the poverty of the Weasley family comes from having too many children, then the poverty of the Lovegood family
Mainly from having too many dreams.
"So, these three letters should be the abbreviation of Bent-Horned Snorlax. If it weren't for the fact that it's only 1991, I almost thought it meant Simplified Chinese." Pulled Luna's little boy from Hannah's lap.
The owl grabbed it, touched the CHS engraved on the "little carrot necklace", and raised his eyebrows.
After being mentally prepared, Elena, who has rich practical experience, naturally knows how to catch the fat chicken with a round face to prevent herself from being pecked by these delicious little animals - just pinch the feathers on the back of the neck
With your fingers spread out in a triangular shape and the tender meat underneath, you can easily subdue these violent little raptors by pressing them slightly hard against the broad head bones of the fat chicken with a round face.
The little owl that fell into Elena's hand again struggled slightly for a moment or two, then quickly became quiet, as if it had lost its dream in the face of the cruel world, hanging motionless in the girl's hand.
"Look, in fact, this little owl is still very obedient. It's just that the reaction was a little slow and it didn't receive the kindness I sent out just now, right. Simplified Chinese?"
Elena turned her head and smiled sweetly at Hannah Aibo, who looked worried, and explained easily that the last sentence was said to the little owl in her hand.
"Simplified Chinese, am I right?" Elena turned her wrist over, looked at the little owl's watery eyes, shook it again, showed a gentle smile, and repeated it again.
Gu?
The little owl raised its head in confusion, opened its mouth, and called timidly.
"Not bad, not bad, very smart~" Elena nodded with satisfaction. The little owl raised by Luna's family will definitely be much smarter than the Zhu Weiqiong after Ron. Otherwise, with the degree of confusion of that family, ordinary
The little thing couldn't survive long ago.
Elena subconsciously picked up a silver table knife and compared it. Well, she picked up the wrong one.
Under the horrified gaze of the little owl, Elena quickly put down the table knife, and casually broke off a small piece of bread that she had just rewarded from the food reserve mouth next to her, and placed it next to the eagle-headed owl's beak and shook it.
She said softly, "Simplified Chinese, are you hungry? Come, sister, give you something to eat."
Gu... The little owl looked at the laughing owl that was staring at it not far away, and nodded slowly.
Gu.QAQ
Click, click, click...
Snapped!
"Come back to your senses, hurry up and have breakfast. You will have to go to Hagrid to continue training later."
Glancing at "Simplified Chinese" who was gradually becoming more well-behaved with the help of the food reserves, Elena raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of Hannah's eyes, while reaching out to take a bowl of mashed potatoes that had just appeared on the dining table.
, carefully perform secondary seasoning.
As the number one staple food in England, no matter how hard Elena and the others wreak havoc on the kitchen, even if there is a large-scale famine, potatoes, a cheap and nutritious crop, must be one of the few foods that can last until the last moment.
Someone even once said that potatoes are the soul of all European banquets, just as ginger, onion, and garlic are the soul of all Chinese meals, a European banquet without potatoes is a soulless existence.
The mashed potatoes provided in the Hogwarts kitchen are a common European method. To put it simply, the potatoes are boiled in white water, then taken out, peeled, and mashed with a rice spoon. Then add butter and fresh potatoes.
Milk, pepper, salt, stir a little to taste and it's done.
Such a simple and crude cooking result is obviously unacceptable to Elena, who pursues gourmet food. It happens that there are some condiments and ingredients on the table, so she can barely try to cook the mediocre potatoes in front of her.
The taste of the mud should be slightly improved. After all, even souls can be divided into interesting and boring ones.
"Wait...you guys?"
Noticing the words in Elena's mouth, Hannah subconsciously raised her head, frowned and repeated again, her light blue eyes looking at the white-haired dumpling in front of her, "Don't tell me, Elena, you won't join us today [
Wizard’s basic skills training course?”
"Well, no. According to Professor Dumbledore, due to the sequelae of the curse that partially hit my body, I need to temporarily practice and observe in the next period of time... Well, in his
My photo, look,
Oh, protect me."
As she spoke, Elena curled her lips without leaving any trace, puffed up her cheeks, and hummed with dissatisfaction.
In the final analysis, Dumbledore, a spicy old carrot, was suspicious all day long. He always suspected that a cute first-year wizard like her was always trying to make big news, so he found a reason to spy on her.
"The sequelae of the curse?! Is it serious? It can be cured! Does it still hurt?!"
Hearing Elena's words, a trace of panic appeared on little Hannah's face, and she quickly came over, stretched out her hands to hold Elena's face, and looked around with concern.
Hannah Abbott, who spent almost a third of her childhood growing up in the Leaky Cauldron, has heard too much about curses. Among the chats and lamentations of the drinkers, there are many kinds of things.
The terrible consequences of curses, and countless tragic cases of wizards.
"Are there any injuries on Elena's body? Where are they? Who is it?!"
At the same time, Hermione, who was still reading "The Quibbler" carefully, quickly put down the magazine in her hand, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and her little hands carefully groped and kneaded Elena's arms and shoulders.
Before that, Hermione thought that the so-called Elena's injury was an exaggerated rumor. After all, when she saw her in the morning, she didn't seem to have any injuries.
"Okay, okay, you two, stop making such a fuss! Acridine! Don't touch my waist!"
Looking at the delicate round face close at hand, and feeling the fingers gliding across her waist and arms, Elena's cheeks flushed slightly, she quickly broke away, picked up the spoon and finished the second seasoning in her hand.
Cut out two large pieces of mashed potatoes and stuff them into the mouths of the two little luolis on the left and right respectively.
"Elena, don't try to change the subject with this trick again..."
Hermione puffed her mouth and said vaguely. Suddenly her eyes opened and her clothes trembled slightly, "This, this mashed potato!"