As the host of the death anniversary party, Nick completely lost his sense of presence not long after his speech began.
The Siren Chorus on the main stage started singing again, the fairies conducted the instruments, and the quiet music floated in the hall.
The Headless Hunters were undoubtedly the stars of the evening. People gathered around them, watching them perform games such as horseback riding and head-balling, and cheered from time to time - so much so that when Nick, who was almost headless, ended
As the speaker left the podium, few people (or ghosts) noticed that something was missing in the hall.
"This is the end, right? Is there anything else you can help with?"
Elena stood beside the podium and asked politely.
Due to the sudden visit of the Headless Hunters, she didn't have time to answer Nick's question.
However, from the meaning revealed in the ghost's previous words, he is obviously still very interested in the fusion of the two worlds mentioned by Elena - this is not surprising, after all, that was the life of "Mr. Nick" when he was alive.
ideal.
"No need," the almost headless Nick looked at the bustling hall quietly, "the number of people is still satisfactory, many friends who I thought would not come came this time... This is a very successful event.
The gathering of ghosts…as well as Sir Patrick’s headless band of hunters, and those ghostly dishes – the impact of that alone is enough to overshadow everything else.”
"So, what should I call you now?"
Elena asked softly, her eyes wandering around the ghost dining area not far away.
"Sir Nicholas of Mimsy, or just Nick," the ghost said calmly, "Thomas Cromwell is dead. He should not and cannot appear in the future - this is my only bottom line, Queen
His Majesty."
"Okay, I promise you - I won't continue to make a fuss about this identity."
Elena looked at Nick with her blue eyes and nodded seriously.
Although she sells her school, engages in gang fights, commits financial fraud, and organizes illegal groups... But Elena knows that she is actually a good girl who is kind and keeps her promises. The devil never bothers to deceive, and only a despicable brave man will trample on the contract at will.
Of course, she can only make promises on her own behalf, which is reasonable.
"Thank you very much, so where do we start-"
Nick breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
At this moment, a low noise gradually sounded like thunder in the distance, and the sound of hundreds of feet walking down the stairs, as well as the sound of crowded discussions, came from the corridor outside.
The Halloween party above is over.
Half a minute later, Dumbledore appeared at the door of the hall, followed by many other teachers.
Behind the teachers, there are students from various colleges, looking here curiously.
As time went by, the news that all Gryffindor students participated in the "Death Party" had long spread. Compared with the cookie-cutter Halloween party at Hogwarts, the ghost party going on in the underground classroom was like a cat scratching them.
Itchy.
Therefore, almost 90% of the students did not choose to go back to the dormitory to rest after the banquet.
There is less than an hour left before curfew, so I can barely come over to play for a while.
"Minerva, Severus, Frius, Pomona... I leave this to you, pay attention to the time. Today is Halloween, don't let the children fall asleep unhappy - there are many guests, please be polite
, enthusiasm - of course you will not forget it.”
Dumbledore turned around and said to the four deans. His last words were directed at the students not far away.
"Great!"
"Awesome! Cool-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
In the blink of an eye, the little wizards poured into the hall, curiously looking around and touching the diamond-like ice sculptures, or gathering on the dance floor to watch the performance of the Headless Hunters, or admiring the sirens and
An ensemble of fairies...
"What about you? Professor Dumbledore, actually Gryffindor doesn't need to worry too much. If necessary -"
Minerva McGonagall stood at the door and did not guide the students to enter like other professors.
Gryffindor students were already in the venue, and there were also two formal professors from Gryffindor, so Professor McGonagall didn't have to conjure up extra tables or be distracted from maintaining order.
of.
Dumbledore waved his hand and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
"It's okay, it's just a small matter... let's discuss the ghost dishes, we need you more here."
“Ghost dishes?”
"Well, some of the dishes provided by the Hogwarts kitchen today can be 'taste' by ghosts. If there are not enough professors to maintain order, I am worried that students and guests may be competing for the dishes later.
."
"……I see."
Professor McGonagall glanced at the hundreds of ghosts gathered around the dining table and nodded numbly.
Now she finally knew why Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet half an hour in advance, hurriedly left the auditorium, and led them to the death anniversary party below. Sure enough, it was another "Caslanna-specific" little thing?
If this matter is not handled properly, the subsequent impact will be no less than that of the golden mountain a year ago.
Ghost dishes, delicacies that spirits can taste.
Once this news spreads in the wizarding world, ghosts from all over Britain, all over Europe, oh no, even the whole world may gather towards Hogwarts, and eventually evolve into-one day in the future, thousands of ghosts are floating in this castle.
Thousands of hungry ghosts.
Just imagining that scene was enough to make Professor McGonagall shiver all over.
"Okay, Minerva... leave it to me, I will find a solution."
Dumbledore sighed and turned his head to look at the white-haired dumpling that had been waiting obediently by the door since just now.
"Miss Kaslana, please come with me."
"Professor, I may not be able to explain this to you. After all, I am just a chef."
Elena spread her hands quite innocently, "You have to ask Sir Nicholas about this. If possible, I suggest calling Professor Nico Flamel together... He can also answer some of these inspirations and things.
."
"Flame?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered and he nodded thoughtfully.
"I understand, let's go to my office first. As for Professor Flamel, I will inform him——"
"The Hogwarts kitchen is closest to here, Professor - not far away - maybe -"
"This is a better choice. Thank you for reminding me, Miss Chef." Dumbledore said.
After more than a year of getting along, Dumbledore gradually began to learn to recognize some of Elena's subtle emotions and movements.
Perhaps it is not so accurate in detecting lies, but some important nodes are still very clear - judging from the confident look on this white-haired dumpling, there is no doubt that it is a showdown that Dumbledore is particularly familiar with.
…
When Elena and others walked into the Hogwarts kitchen, there was a sudden commotion in the kitchen.
Dumbledore saw that several house elves seemed to be in a panic. They did not appear at the door to greet them as quickly as Dumbledore had imagined. Instead, they were nervously dealing with the cooking table and looking this way.
At this time, Elena, who stepped into the kitchen behind them, stepped forward and clapped her hands.
"Everyone, stop what you are doing. All dinner supplies for tonight are over."
"Oh no, the students just arrived at the death anniversary party not long ago..."
Dumbledore was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help but remind a certain chef lady softly.
Just a few minutes ago, nearly a thousand students just poured into the hall of the death anniversary party. Counting the time, many of them may not have had time to taste the first "ghost dish", let alone that there are so many
The ghost of multiple queues.
"I said—stop. The supply is over for tonight."
Elena glanced at the hesitant elves in the kitchen and repeated it calmly.
"Five minutes, clean up the kitchen, we need a quiet space to talk."
"Yes, chef!"
This time, there was a chorus of responses from the kitchen.
Before Dumbledore could organize his words, the flames on all the cooking stations were extinguished, and the house elves began to clearly divide the work and start cleaning the kitchen. As the foreman, Burley, the house elf, stood beside Elena with several glasses of lemonade.
.
"The Hogwarts kitchen only has two tasks today, the Halloween dinner and the death anniversary party."
Elena turned around and patiently explained to Dumbledore.
"About twenty minutes ago, you announced the end of the Halloween dinner. With the departure of the host of the death anniversary party, Sir Nicholas, this also means the end of the catering supply for the death anniversary party. Besides, there are not enough dishes."
"The dishes...are not enough?"
Dumbledore glanced at the cooking stations around him and asked politely.
"Ms. Kaslana, have we encountered any trouble again in the procurement process?"
"Hogwarts has enough ingredients to supply the entire school for a month."
Elena said, winking cutely and showing a meaningful smile.
"But there is no way for the Hogwarts kitchen to continue ghost dishes - ghost dishes can only be cooked by wizards, and the ingredients I have prepared before are limited - I think it is too impolite if it is only served to students and let the guests watch.
Already."
"Similar to a potion?" Dumbledore thought of the research being conducted outside the school at this time.
"Almost. In other words, it's a reverse magic potion. It doesn't have the ability to affect reality..."
Elena shrugged, not surprised by Dumbledore's ability to make connections.
Comprehensive research on potions, chemistry, and alchemy has always been one of Academy City's key projects. Although it has only developed a semi-finished new drug called "Powerful Cold Medicine" for the time being, it has produced a lot of strange by-products and theories.
.
"To put it bluntly, this technique is not worth mentioning. You need to understand the essence of potion formation and be familiar with the cooking process - in other words, if Professor Snape were to take charge, I think he could get started quickly. Professor Slughorn might have to
Let’s learn to cook first.”
In fact, all she did was select some fermented and death-element ingredients for processing.
All it takes is a change of mindset, and any potions master can easily change their profession.
"What about other wizards, like seventh years, or other professors?"
Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Maybe, it depends on one's talent and understanding - cooking is not difficult, such as roasting a potato..."
Elena replied with a nostalgic chuckle, then raised her finger and continued with a serious look.
"But how to strip away abstract meanings and concepts to enchant dishes, it seems that only the Potions Master can do it at present. Oh, and me. As for the reason for the creation of this dish, it is very simple: the Hogwarts kitchen agreed to participate in the Nickelodeon Five Hundred
The guests at the death anniversary party provided some food, so I just gave it a try, but I didn't expect it to work."
"……alright, I got it."
Dumbledore sighed helplessly.
Potions Master, this entry requirement alone will block 99% of wizards.
But in this way, he would have a way to respond to the next inquiry.
Judging from the current situation, if a potion master is willing to condescend to cook food specially for ghosts - cooking with the attitude and knowledge of making potions - there is a high probability that the "ghost dishes" created by Elena can be reproduced
,The problem is that……
Let alone those long-famous potions masters, even the more powerful potions apprentices don't know how to cook, right?
Compared to living people, ghosts can provide too little reward for people.
"So, what does any of this have to do with Sir Nicholas and Nick Flamel?"
Dumbledore looked at Elena in confusion.
The vigilance in his heart did not disappear because of this, but instead became a little more nervous.
If this "ghost dish" is just a mission prop that Elena made casually, then there must be another reason that prompted Elena to accept the commission to host the death anniversary party and invite Gryffindor students to the party.
"Oh, of course there is a relationship - the relationship is quite close -"
Elena said with a smile, turning her head to look in the direction of the door.
"Mr. Nico Flamel witnessed the most brutal war between the non-magical world and the magical world hundreds of years ago, and Mr. Nico temporarily ended that war... I thought you would know each other, look.
Did I guess wrong?"
A scrawny, trembling, white-haired old man appeared at the door of the kitchen.
"War? Non-magical world and magical world?" Dumbledore frowned.
Nico Flamel also had the same blank expression, which was in sharp contrast to Nick beside him who was hesitant to speak.
Elena glanced at Nico Flamel and the almost headless Nick, and raised her eyebrows playfully.
Needless to say, this is obviously a secret that even Dumbledore doesn't know.
As the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, Dumbledore may know many magical legends.
But his understanding of the non-magical world is still too shallow after all, and it is impossible, no reason, and no way to verify the authenticity of "Nearly Headless Nick"'s life - this is still based on Gringotts' "credit record"
Find out the traces.
"As you can see, this is the most common tarot card - Mr. Flamel, you must be familiar with it."
Elena took out a set of incomplete tarot cards from her chest and carefully picked through them.
Among them, the main cards of "The Fool", "The Magician", "The Queen", "The Pope", "The Hermit", "The Hanged Man", and "The Tower" have been picked out. Fortunately,
Elena does not intend to use this set of tarot cards to divine the future.
As Elena took out this set of tarot cards, the expressions of Dumbledore and Nico Flamel changed slightly.
This means that a brand-new O5 council-level member - three official members witnessed this, which was their original rule.
"Sir Nicholas, regarding your past experience, I suggest you introduce it yourself - don't worry, I remember what I promised you before - this is your new identity that will distinguish you from 'Nearly Headless Nick'.
"
"After you have completed the basic self-introduction, I will introduce the organizational process and structure to you in detail."
Elena picked up a card, placed it gently on the flat table next to Nick, and whispered pointedly.
"This is a card that symbolizes permanent and sustained success. You have reached the door of success. The goddess of success asks you to wait patiently. She will let you enter the door of success. It is just a matter of time. The door of success
Surrounded by the happiness and sorrow, success and failure you have experienced, it is necessary to recall the past before reaching the promised land."
"At the same time... it will also be your exclusive code name after you join us."
"Then, let's start. Smash it, Varudo."
As a politician who had witnessed and single-handedly promoted the separation of the magical, religious, and non-magical circles in Britain, "Nearly Headless Nick" was much more decisive than some spicy old carrots after making up his mind.
Nick took a deep look at the [World] main card and nodded calmly.
"More than four hundred years ago, at that time I was not called 'Sir Nicholas of Mimsy'. Most people called me by my name in the non-magical world - Thomas Cromwell..."