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Chapter 144 I really want to go back to the past

"Bring more toast and salty bacon. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it. Just heat it up at night."

"Come on, hurry up, you guys go get the dinner plates and knives and forks. Remember to get a few more portions to avoid not having enough."

"Which one should I take, potatoes or fried fish? Of course, take them both. Don't waste your time. I don't want to hear such stupid questions again."

Under the command of Hannah, Malfoy, and Harry, the first-year wizards who poured into the auditorium were divided into several small teams in an orderly manner, and all the food and tableware on the table were packed in cloths in an orderly manner.

, then picked up the heavy package and ran out the door without any hesitation.

In less than a minute, the table originally filled with sumptuous food was ransacked. Perhaps due to the experience of ransacking the kitchen yesterday, the techniques displayed by the little wizards this time clearly looked much more skilled and efficient.

Dozens of first-year freshmen were like hard-working worker ants, quickly shuttling between the auditorium door and the dining table.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you think this is...?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and looked at Dumbledore beside her in confusion, her tone full of confusion.

"This...this..."

The expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became very strange, and his facial muscles trembled stiffly. It seemed that he couldn't find a suitable expression for a while. The praise he didn't have time to say was like a mouthful of cold water, which instantly blocked the old man.

throat, and the confusion in his eyes was no less than that of Pomfrey next to him.

For a time, countless questions arose in the old man's mind.

How is this going?

Why does this familiar scene happen here?

Shouldn't Elena Kaslana be in Nurmengard Castle thousands of miles away now?

"Headmaster Dumbledore? Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Madam Pomfrey, who received no response, shook the old man's shoulder carefully, with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Oh, oh...nothing, of course, first we have to find out what happened."

Dumbledore came back to his senses, glanced at the auditorium in front of him like a plague of locusts, and cleared his throat vigorously, "Everyone, could you please explain a little bit about what you are doing?"

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, the young wizards who were searching for food and tableware couldn't help but stiffen, and subconsciously turned their attention to the three young wizards standing at the door assigning tasks.

"Everyone, go on, I'll explain."

Draco Malfoy clenched his fist vigorously, coughed slightly, and walked up to Dumbledore openly, "Dear Professor Dumbledore, if I remember correctly, Hogg

Watts doesn’t say students can’t take food out of the auditorium, right?”

The blond boy glanced at Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, and a hint of uneasiness and nervousness flashed across his face. He subconsciously looked away from the old man's gaze and stared at the wooden table in front of the faculty.

Although he had simulated it many times in his mind in advance, when he actually stood in front of Dumbledore, the invisible pressure and tension still made Draco Malfoy feel uncomfortable.

"Compared with sitting in the school hall to eat, the first graders all agree that having a picnic in the open Hogwarts grounds is more comfortable and relaxing. So we plan to move today's lunch outside. Regarding this

On one point, Mr. Hagrid has agreed."

"Picnic?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes, and looked at Draco Malfoy with a half-smile, "If we just change the dining place, maybe it won't be as big as this."

Temptation...I think you went fishing in the Black Lake again today?"

"How do you know... No, Mr. Hagrid took the initiative to catch it."

A look of panic flashed across Draco Malfoy's face, and then he immediately realized that he had slipped his words, and stubbornly retorted and shied away.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. He knew that Elena's influence had indeed left some traces, which had turned the first-year students into a group of "little robbers".

ah.

But strictly speaking, there is really no fault in the behavior of these first-year students.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Malfoy. Hogwarts will not punish students for catching fish from the Black Lake, let alone be so stingy and rigid that they force everyone to stay in the Great Hall for meals. However, for the sake of the school as a whole,

Think about it, I hope you can take as much as you want and don't waste it needlessly."

In fact, although the "looting" behavior of the first years seems very destructive, it does not cause much trouble to the house elves in the kitchen below, because the food they take is originally planned

The portion that belongs to them.

As for tableware, of course Hogwarts will not be short of a hundred or so.

After receiving Dumbledore's answer, Draco Malfoy's confidence seemed to have improved a lot. He curled his mouth and was about to explain a few more lines based on the lines he had finally memorized. At this moment, a man with a long face said:

Neville, a chubby, round-faced man, ran in from the door of the auditorium panting.

"Time is running out. The third-year senior students and Professor Snape are almost reaching the door of the auditorium."

Hearing Neville's alarm prompt, all the little wizards present showed a nervous look on their faces. They didn't care to continue looting the food that kept appearing. They picked up the unwrapped tablecloths and spread their legs out.

Run away.

"Okay, Draco, stop showing off. What you're talking about is not all what Hermione taught you."

In Dumbledore's eyes, a little boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his head and a pair of black-rimmed glasses patted Draco Malfoy hard, grabbed his arm and walked out.

"There are still fish soup and grilled fish at the forest farm. If you go back late, you will have to wait for a new round. Even with Hermione and Mr. Hagrid here, we may not be able to control the situation for too long."

As he spoke, Harry Potter poked his head out from behind Draco Malfoy and nodded towards Dumbledore with an embarrassed look on his face, "Principal Dumbledore, thank you for your understanding, we are leaving first.

.”

Then, the first-year students who poured into the auditorium quickly left the auditorium like an ebbing tide.

Only a messy dining table and scattered tableware were left, reminding Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey of what had happened here.

squeak.

The wooden door on the right side of the auditorium was gently pushed open. At this time, the figure of the last first-year student just disappeared behind the auditorium door leading to the outside of the castle.

The third-year students who finally surpassed the other six grades and won the first place in the school today looked relaxed and slowly walked up from the first floor of the castle while talking and laughing. Everyone seemed to be on stimulants.

Excited, well, maybe the word "like" cannot be used.

However, all in all, for these children, being able to defeat those little wizards who are older than themselves is undoubtedly a matter of great pride.

Even the normally unsmiling Severus Snape's face looked much softer, exuding an extraordinarily happy look - this happy mood lasted until they saw it.

When the main hall of the auditorium was ravaged by hundreds of orangutans.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on? If I remember correctly, our third grade should be number one."

Before the students behind him could stir up trouble, Professor Snape, who was walking at the front, narrowed his eyes, his originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold, and asked in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, let the students take their seats. The first-grade children just took some food from here to have a picnic outside the castle. Don't worry, there are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen, so don't worry."

Dumbledore smiled gently, took out his wand and waved it gently, and the messy dining table quickly became tidy. The incomplete tableware that had been messed up by the first-year students was rearranged and placed.

As the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it is really easy for Dumbledore to adjust the tableware and simply decorate the auditorium environment. That is why he was so interested in breaking into the auditorium.

Draco Malfoy chatted with them.

"First grade? Maybe after starting the course, I need to teach them some wizarding etiquette."

Snape raised his eyebrows noncommittally, looked at the table that was once again tidy, glanced at the students behind him quickly, and snorted, "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and find a seat."

"Very good, then, congratulations to you all for winning first place in the school. Please enjoy the delicious food."

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, motioning everyone to look at the dinner plates.

One second, two seconds... five seconds, ten seconds.

Nothing appears.

Snap, snap.

"Perhaps, some basic plating is still being done. Please wait patiently for a few minutes." Under the questioning eyes of the students and Snape, Dumbledore's face froze, and he clapped his hands again in embarrassment.

.

Snapped!

The next moment, there was a crisp sound like a firecracker exploding from the walkway in the middle of the auditorium.

A panicked house elf appeared in everyone's sight, his two big bat-like ears trembling with fear, his hands nervously twisting the napkin on his body, and he screamed loudly.

"It's bad! Mr. Dumbledore! Something bad is going to happen!"

"The seventh-grade students used transformation spells, flying spells, and all kinds of strange spells to take away all the bacon, cooked food, and prepared drinks in the kitchen. So much so.

…The only ingredients that the students in the latter groups can eat are bread and water.”

"What did you say!"

Snape stood up with a shudder, his face became particularly ugly, and he turned his head without hesitation and looked at the principal next to him with a livid face, "Professor Dumbledore, we must deal with it seriously! We cannot condone it! As Hogwarts

A professor at a magic school, I suggest..."

"Hmm..."

Before he could finish speaking, Professor Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the faculty seat, suddenly swayed, let out a weak groan, frowned, and grabbed his chest with his right hand, his face

A look of confusion and pain flashed across his face.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with you?!" Snape was startled, stopped talking, and looked at the old man nervously.

"Professor Dumbledore! Is there something wrong with you?" Madam Pomfrey also looked at the old man nervously.

"Don't worry, it's just an old problem these days. I've long been used to it..." Dumbledore waved his hand tiredly, showing a haggard smile.

On this day, Albus Dumbledore finally understood one thing - the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which he was familiar with and peaceful, might never go back to him.

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Gu~, big chapter~

Because the doctor told me to rest these days and lower the intraocular pressure, so I may not be able to break out for the time being~Sorry~

Gugugu~ I really want to be in the top 50, can you ask for a monthly ticket... I feel sorry for you~


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