At this time, Elena, who was far away on the shores of Loch Lomond, did not realize the consequences of her quick words.
In her mind, Dumbledore should still be continuing the "Harry Potter Hero Development Game" and had no time to care about such a trivial matter as a wayward little girl refusing to go to school.
Of course, she can't be blamed for this. After all, before she traveled through time, the movie "Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald" had not yet been released. It was impossible for her to know that the two old rivals Dumbledore and Grindelwald had finally waited until the official release date.
She has a solid CP, and it is even more impossible to know that Grindelwald said something very similar to her.
The most urgent dilemma facing Elena today is how to break the silence that has lasted for almost half an hour in the hut.
Yes, since Professor McGonagall slammed the door and left, she and Benitez have never spoken again.
Elena lowered her head and sat at the end of the bed, playing with her fingers quietly, while the priest was concentrating on eating breakfast slowly, as if he wanted to lick the marrow of every fine bone cleanly.
"Hey. Do you plan to never speak again from now on?"
Finally, Benitez sighed helplessly, put down the clean soup bowl he had already drank from, and took the lead in breaking the silence.
"I'm sorry..." The silver-haired little Luoli raised her head, pursed her lips, and said weakly.
For this man who picked her up from the streets of London and brought her back to the orphanage, taught her English communication as patiently as he taught a mute girl, and then raised her clumsily, although Elena was usually unforgiving in her words, she had already treated him in her heart
As a father-like presence.
However, whether it was the magical world or the beginning and end of time travel, she could not tell him everything as calmly as Benitez.
In a sense, this may be the biggest curse that time travelers bear - always carrying a secret that cannot be told.
"Well, it seems this is a much more complicated problem than stealing explosives from a stone workshop and going to the lake to fry fish."
Benitez moved his eyebrows comically, trying to make the topic less serious.
"It's a hundred times more complicated than that, and I'm not stealing, I'm borrowing! I wrote down the contact information of the orphanage and its purpose, and I gave them half of the fish I harvested."
Elena puffed up her cheeks. She had always been worried about this. Isn't it just fish frying? It was just a basic operation of human beings using their intelligence to hunt for food. The conservation association that made such a fuss actually notified the police and security department in the end.
That was the first and only time that Benitez got angry with her. At that time, she had even thought about it and ran away overnight with her little quilt and bag when the situation turned bad.
Sitting up, Benitez rubbed Elena's little head vigorously and did not continue to debate this issue with her. He knew very well that he was definitely no match for this sophist.
"Don't you want to open it and take a look? This is a letter from the magic school."
Picking up the thick parchment envelope that Professor McGonagall left in the room, Benitez reached out and handed it to the girl, asking gently.
There is no postmark on the envelope, and the address and recipient are clearly written on the front in emerald-colored ink.
[Scottish Highlands, the hard stone streets of Las Town, the cubicle next to the kitchen of the Benitez Orphanage, collected by Miss Elena Kaslana]
"No, you can open it yourself if you want to see it. It's just the start time and the school supplies that need to be prepared. I won't go to school there anyway."
Elena took the thick envelope from Benitez's hand, rubbed the Hogwarts school badge back and forth with her fingertips, threw the letter back into Benitez's arms, shook her head, and secretly cursed.
——There were so many unscrupulous authors who wrote fan fiction in the Harry Potter world in the previous life, and almost every one of them would use the content of the letter to determine the word count. She could recite what was written in it without opening it——
"However, I suggest you not to open it."
Just halfway through speaking, Elena glanced at the empty bowl Benitez placed on the bedside, raised her eyebrows, and added something after thinking about it.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter now, they probably won't send any more letters."
"Why?"
Benitez frowned and asked in confusion.
"Because the wizarding world uses owls to deliver messages. Otherwise, where do you think I caught all the fat Scottish round-faced chickens I ate before?"
The silver-haired little Luoli spread his hands and answered with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Oh, my God."
After hearing Elena's answer, Benitez put one hand on his forehead and suddenly felt his temples beating.
He instantly understood the reason why Professor McGonagall suddenly became furious and slammed the door after hearing the invitation to dinner.
No matter who this kind of thing happens to, he will be furious. This child is becoming more and more lawless.
The man's face darkened, "Elena, come here! We need to have a good talk."
He felt that it was necessary to discuss with this problem child what basic social etiquette was. Fortunately, he had thought that Elena would be more restrained and mature after the last fish bombing incident, but in the end there was no change at all.
"I don't! I'm not stupid~"
Glancing at Benitez, whose face was so gloomy that he was about to drip with water, Elena stuck out her tongue cutely and made a face.
"Yeah, I suddenly remembered that there are no vegetables in the kitchen. I have to go to the market to buy some."
Before Benitez could get angry, the girl held up her hands, jumped off the bed nimbly, waved her hands, and ran out quickly without looking back.
She didn't want to be like last time, when Benitez caught her and nagged her all morning without paying attention.
"This girl..."
Benitez looked at the little silver-haired girl who ran away like a frightened little rabbit, and shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps, as Professor McGonagall said, this child has some kind of magical power.
Every time he wanted to educate Elena, as long as the girl acted coquettishly, he would be inexplicably soft-hearted, and after a few words of blame, he would let it go.
Not only him, almost every time Elena gets into trouble, it seems that she is forgiven extremely easily - as if, no matter what she did, she will be forgiven.
Of course, it is also possible that, as the nuns in London said, he was really not fit to teach children.
"A...magic school?"
Benitez looked at the envelope that Elena threw back into his hand, his fingers lingering at the seal, as if what was in front of him was not a letter but a terrible Pandora's box.
Others may not know it, but Benitez, who has watched Elena grow up all the way, knows it all too well. Elena will never invest even a little bit of energy and time in anything she is not interested in.
As a child less than eleven years old, he was able to refute an adult wizard from the magical world in various ways and was speechless. Benitez did not believe that Elena really understood the magical world.
As unconcerned as she showed.
After struggling back and forth like this for more than ten minutes, Benitez glanced at the empty bowl on the bedside and suddenly had a thought. If he didn't have a migraine due to the cold, would Elena have chosen something else?
How to refuse an invitation from that world?
After thinking about it carefully, Benitez recalled the way the silver-haired little Luoli's eyes shone when he was talking about stewed owl soup, and sighed tiredly. With the behavior of that lawless little glutton,
Personality, I really can’t judge the real reason.
Benitez picked up the thick parchment envelope and once again looked seriously at the weird emblem pattern on the envelope, as if some terrible monster would run out of there the next moment.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and flipped his wrist to shake the letter away.
[Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin)
Dear Ms. Kaslana: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will start on the seventh
Wait for your owl to bring your reply before the 31st of the month.
Benitez tapped his fingers on the letter paper and looked thoughtfully at the gorgeous wooden chair that had been enchanted with transformation magic. Maybe he should talk more with Professor McGonagall.
At least he could feel Elena's faint fear hidden behind her stubbornness when she saw Professor McGonagall standing up with a small wooden stick - but this was different from her previous fish frying when she was discovered.
The shivering appearance is somewhat similar, except this time it is eating someone else's owl.
But when he thought of this, Benitez felt a dull pain in his head.
A rough calculation shows that in the past week or so, it is conservatively estimated that the entire orphanage has eaten at least a dozen "Scottish round-faced fat chickens". Now that he knows this, if Benitez really has a chance to meet Mai again,
Professor Ge will naturally take the initiative to offer compensation.
"I don't know if the pound can be converted into the currency of the wizards. I hope that as Elena said, prices in the wizarding world will be slightly cheaper."
Benitez sighed again as he thought about this. Although Elena has helped the orphanage make a lot of money over the years, she has also paid a lot of fines or compensation for getting into trouble.
At this moment, a crackling sound like a whipping sound suddenly came from outside the door.
Then there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and a familiar female voice came from outside the door.
"Mr. Benitez, my name is Minerva McGonagall. I'm sorry to bother you again. If possible, I hope to know more about Miss Elena."
That Professor McGonagall, the Vice Headmistress from Hogwarts?
Benitez raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the letter in his hand, turned over and walked out of bed, put aside the dishes on the table, took a coat and put it on his body, and answered without hesitation.
"Welcome, Ms. McGonagall. It just so happens that I also have something to ask you about Elena and the world of your wizards."
At the same time, Elena, who was concentrating on fishing by the lake, suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart, just like the bad feeling she had every time the school announced a parent-teacher meeting in her previous life?
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