When a stone is thrown into the water, in addition to making a huge splash, it will also cause layers of ripples to scatter outward, thus affecting the originally calm water surface.
When Rolf came to this world, he was like a stone thrown into the water. The longer he stayed, the more ripples he made and the more things he affected.
This is the so-called butterfly effect.
Therefore, the method of opening the golden egg is no longer the original way of opening it by listening underwater. This is the result of his influence.
But it doesn't even work with fire, which is indeed beyond Luo Fu's expectation. After all, water and fire can't work, so what other way is there?
Fortunately, the second project will be in February next year, which is still early. There is no need to worry too much now. Their top priority is to eat and sleep.
It wasn't meal time yet, so there was definitely no food in the auditorium, but for Rove, he could still have a hot meal.
This is the confidence that Hufflepuff House has given him!
Luofu took the three girls into the castle, passed through the foyer, turned left, passed through a door, and came to a wide stone corridor.
Both Hermione and Fleur had been here before, because it led to Hufflepuff House, but when passing the pile of vinegar buckets in front of the entrance to the lounge, Rolf did not stop but continued to move forward.
Hermione couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
"Hufflepuff house... branch!" Rolf said.
Hermione looked shocked. She had been at Hogwarts for three and a half years. How come she hadn't heard of Hufflepuff having separate houses?!
Shirley, who followed closely behind Rolf, smiled and explained: "It's the Hogwarts kitchen."
Hermione groaned, remembering that Rolf had definitely mentioned the Hogwarts kitchen, which was located to the left of the Hufflepuff lounge, but she had never been there.
Furong asked in surprise: "Can students enter the school kitchen at will?"
"Of course, students from our college come here every night to get supper." Luo Fe winked.
He originally wanted to say that Hufflepuff cannot live without a kitchen, just like Paris, France cannot live without riots.
However, after thinking about it, I realized that it might involve breastfeeding, so I didn't say it in front of Furong.
Soon, pictures appeared in the corridor, all of which were pictures of food, which greatly increased people's appetite.
"These are all drawn by Professor Hufflepuff." Rolf walked to a picture of a phoenix, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Well, I drew this one!"
Shirley pursed her lips and smiled. In the past few months, every time he came to the kitchen, Rove had to show off.
Hermione said in disbelief: "Why is your painting hanging here?"
"The painting is good, the intention is high, and the composition is strong!" Luo Fu praised: "It is really a perfect masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and it is even buried here!"
Furong looked at the painting, saying it was a picture of a phoenix, but it looked more like a chicken pecking at rice, so her eyes were filled with doubts:
Luo Fu said, "He is a good painter, with high intentions and strong composition." How does this have anything to do with this painting?
Hermione quickly realized that he must have painted this a thousand years ago, letting Hufflepuff hang it here for future generations of students to admire.
Phew, you are so thick-skinned!
Luofu walked to a painting, which showed a huge silver bowl filled with fruits. He stretched out his fingers and gently scratched the big green pear.
As if it was ticklish, the pear squirmed, chuckled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.
Rolf opened the door, made a welcoming gesture, and said with a smile: "Welcome to the Hufflepuff branch - come in quickly!"
Shirley walked in with ease, followed closely by Hermione and Fleur. Rove finally stepped into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.
The kitchen is as big as the auditorium, and is filled with many gleaming pots, pans, and gleaming silverware.
Four long wooden tables are placed in the center of the room, completely corresponding to the positions of the four college dining tables in the auditorium.
Obviously, after all the food is finished, it will be placed here first, and then transferred to the corresponding table in the auditorium through magic.
Hearing someone coming in, at least a hundred elves came out. When they saw Rolf and the others, they all laughed, bowed, and curtsied.
The house elves all wear the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.
Of course, there is only one alien, which wears a teapot warmer on its head with a lot of colorful badges pinned on it;
A tie with a horseshoe pattern hung on his bare chest. He was wearing something similar to children's football shorts, and on his feet were two mismatched socks.
If you dress up in a weird way, you will stand out among the house elves.
Rove recognized Dobby, a former employee of the Malfoy family, whom he had met two years earlier.
At that time, Rolf did not find Tom's diary in Ginny's place, so he found Draco and asked him to call Dobby to ask about the whereabouts of the diary.
Afterwards, Rolf was worried about being discovered by Lucius, so he gave Draco and Dobby a forgetfulness potion brewed from the venom of the Twilight Demon.
The effect seemed pretty good. At least two years later, Dobby still didn't recognize Rolf.
Upon hearing that several people were asking for food, six house elves immediately ran up to them, carrying a large silver tray with a lot of food on it:
A large pot of milk, a plate of hazelnut egg yolk cake, osmanthus purple potato yam cake, butter purple potato roll, matcha berry crepe...
"It's so rich!" Hermione picked up a piece of hazelnut egg yolk pastry, took a big bite, and looked at the house elves curiously.
This was the first time she saw them, and she was surprised: "Does Hogwarts actually employ so many house elves to cook for us?"
Luo Fu and Shirley looked at each other without saying anything, while Fleur said doubtfully:
"Hire? Aren't house elves slaves to wizards? Will British wizards pay to hire house elves?"
"Slave?" Hermione was stunned. "The house elf is our slave?"
"Yes." Rolf nodded, "Hermione, I told you that after the doomsday catastrophe, those ancient wizards failed, and the house elves changed from their slaves to our slaves."
"So..." Hermione narrowed her eyes and said, "These house elves have no salary, no holidays, and are serving us like machines?"
"Yes." Rolf nodded.
Hermione's face turned pale for a moment, she looked at the food on the plate, and then placed the hazelnut egg yolk cake on the plate.
"This is slave labor," Hermione said, breathing very heavily, "This is totally slave labor."
Hermione wanted to say something else, but Shirley suddenly said: "Rolph, look over there!"
Rolf turned his head and looked into the distance. Above the fireplace, hung a portrait of Hufflepuff. She was holding a small gold cup, and beside her... stood a house elf.
Rolf's eyes widened. He thought that the house elf would leave immediately, but who knew that it said in an old voice:
"Someone is trying to enter Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets."