Perhaps because of the sudden owl disaster and the more flexible teaching schedule, according to Cedric, the professors added at least an extra quarter of an hour to the entire breakfast time.
However, it is a pity that even an extra quarter of an hour is just an extension of the nightmare for most students. Facing the owls rushing to grab food on the dining table, the little wizards cannot even use
Curse to expel them - after all, at least half of them are owls raised by little wizards from the same school.
So when Professor McGonagall stood up and announced that breakfast was over, most of the little wizards, including Hermione and Hannah, had an expression of relief on their faces, and they quickly left the scary school without any hesitation.
hall.
The spells of [Clean up as new] and [Clear water as a spring] kept ringing. As for the younger students who had not yet mastered these spells, they could only helplessly pull the passing senior students to ask for help - although occasionally they would appear.
A double win situation where two spells fail.
In fact, many girls who love cleanliness could no longer bear the bird droppings and feathers all over the sky. They left the auditorium before breakfast was over and returned to their respective common rooms to take a shower and change clothes.
Of course, with the presence of "Fat Chicken Predator" Elena, Hermione and Hannah had no worries about this at all. After carefully avoiding the owl droppings on the ground, the three of them separated at the inner door of the auditorium.
"Elena, are you really not coming with us?"
Hannah, whose face was slightly red, looked at Elena longingly, and asked again with some reluctance.
"No. Professor Dumbledore is still waiting in the office and wants to check my body. You don't want me to have any sequelae of the curse, right?"
Elena squeezed Hannah's rosy little face a little harder, smiled and shook her head.
Just as he was leaving the auditorium, Dumbledore specially used sound transmission magic to remind her once, asking Elena to wait patiently at the entrance of the auditorium for the guide to the principal's office - there is no doubt that the spicy old carrot has mastered it.
The fact that she is crazy.
Snapped!
"Come to your senses, Hermione."
Turning her head, Elena glanced at little Hermione who was still a little distracted. She snapped her fingers to attract the girl's attention. The smile on her face dropped and she said in a serious tone.
"While I'm away, I would like to ask everyone of you in the first grade to ask for your help. In fact, you did a good job yesterday. I will leave the food reserve for you. If there is any situation that cannot be handled, write to me immediately.
letter."
"Don't worry, Elena. Just leave it to me. Besides, Harry, Draco and the others are here to help."
Hearing Elena's words, Hermione's already rosy face couldn't help but blush a little more. She crossed her arms as if holding a book and carefully hugged the food reserves to her chest, and nodded very seriously.
Hermione's serious and cute look coupled with the girl's current expression, it was as lethal as a Veela. Elena couldn't help but raise her hand, and was about to wipe some more oil, suddenly...
"Miss Elena Kaslana, it's time to go. Professor Dumbledore is already waiting for you in the office."
A hoarse and unpleasant man's voice came from the hall. A thin man in his fifties or sixties with a stooped back looked at Elena up and down, grinned, showing uneven yellow teeth, and said maliciously
said.
"I think you would never want to try Hogwarts' punishment measures for students who are late, right?"
Argus Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, in other words, the disciplinary committee (Judgement) of this magic school.
Well, not every disciplinary committee member of a magic school is a beautiful or handsome school idol.
Filch is a squib, born in a wizarding family but unable to do magic. This situation also leads to his terrible personality and hatred towards young wizards to a certain extent.
In fact, before Umbridge came to Hogwarts, the most annoying person among all the students was the administrator Filch who hung around the castle all day long, thinking about how to catch and punish the students who violated the rules.
.
The only person in the entire school who would be friendly to him, apart from the professors, was probably the cat he kept named Mrs. Norris, a skinny cat with dark gray fur that the students called Fair.
Strange minions...
"Wow, I didn't notice it yesterday. It's a Maine Coon cat! So beautiful!"
Following Filch up the moving stairs of Hogwarts, Elena's eyes suddenly lit up. She knelt down and hugged the cat that jumped out of nowhere and ran to Filch's side.
"Hey girl, I don't know what you're talking about, let go of my Mrs. Norris!"
Filch, who was rambling about how he punished students who violated disciplines, bulged his eyes horribly, turned his head, stared at Elena squatting on the ground, and said angrily.
"It's so rare. Although it's a little abnormally thin, it's really a Maine Coon cat. It has the iconic M-shaped tabby spots on its forehead, as well as black eye circles and lips. It's so beautiful."
Ignoring Filch's emotions, Elena gently touched the forehead of Mrs. Norris who was a little stiff in her arms, observed it carefully, nodded, and praised again.
She had a pet cat of this breed in her previous life, but as one of the largest domesticated cat species, Maine Coon cats rarely looked so thin, so she didn't recognize it immediately.
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"Yes, that's right. Mrs. Norris is of course the most beautiful cat in the world. You don't need to tell me this."
Filch nodded quite proudly, squatted down and tried to snatch his cat back from Elena's arms.
"etc……"
Elena's eyes narrowed, and she jumped back to avoid Filch's hands. She frowned and glanced at the corner of Mrs. Norris's mouth, "You won't tell me that you actually fed her milk in the morning?
Feed a cat milk?!”
"Yes, in my eyes Mrs. Norris is no different from anyone else. She will eat whatever I eat."
As if hitting a certain pain point, Filch shouted loudly, narrowed his eyes and threatened in displeasure, "Little girl, I advise you to put down Mrs. Norris as soon as possible, otherwise I cannot guarantee..."
"Argus Filch! You bastard! Idiot!"
Elena glanced at the skinny Maine Coon cat in her hand, subconsciously raised her voice, and roared angrily with a voice two or three levels higher than Filch's.
The girl's voice was so loud that it even reached the ears of the students downstairs who had not yet left the auditorium.
Everyone stuck their heads out and looked up, only to see Elena Kaslana holding up Mrs. Norris, whom Filch regarded as her life, with both hands, and was not to be outdone by the scary and annoying administrator Filch.
Confronted.
"You, you are fine..."
Startled by Elena's sudden momentum, Filch was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched violently. In anger, he stretched out his finger and pointed tremblingly at the silver-haired little witch in front of him.
For so long, most of the students had only grumbled or complained behind their backs. This was the first time Argus Filch had seen a young wizard who dared to insult him head-on.
"What are you?! What do you mean?! Why, you actually have the nerve to be angry?"
Under the dull gazes of all the little wizards, Elena Kaslana stretched out her hand and knocked off Filch's forward finger with a snap. Not to be outdone, she took a step forward, which was only one meter away.
The height of two people forced the old man to step back subconsciously.
"Did you know that cats lack the enzyme to digest lactose. Moreover, the protein molecules in milk are large and they cannot absorb it at all. Once they drink milk, they will easily develop lactose intolerance, causing vomiting or diarrhea."
Glancing at Filch, who had a confused face, Elena suddenly realized that this knowledge was too advanced for a person in the magical world, and waved her hands a little irritably.
"In other words, if it weren't for your Mrs. Loris's good physique, she would have been almost killed by you, this bastard. This is a Maine Coon cat. A normal Maine Coon cat is absolutely perfect in terms of coat color and size.
It’s not what it looks like now. Just open your eyes and see what kind of harm you’ve done to this little thing!”
You know, Elena's first kitten in her previous life almost died of diarrhea because she fed her milk. Therefore, when she saw this moment again, she was particularly excited.
"But, I obviously followed the book..." Facing Elena, who was plausibly and well-founded, Filch's momentum could not help but waver, and his lips curled up.
"It's nothing, listen! As long as your Mrs. Norris is still a normal cat and not some strange magical animal. Then even if Mr. Newt Scamander says in front of me that the cat should be fed milk, I
How dare you spit on him and spray him to death."
Under the shocked gazes of all the students, Filch was blocked at the entrance of the stairs by a first-year girl, and was sprayed with spit on his face without any resistance.