Dumbledore put down the letter in his hand with a solemn expression, and casually pinched his frown.
"How's it going, Albus?" Flitwick asked quickly.
"Nick just said that this is an inherited wand. He didn't say anything else. He also told us not to inquire!" Dumbledore said solemnly, "Even when it comes to the Philosopher's Stone, I didn't see it.
He is so solemn! It seems that we really shouldn’t continue exploring!”
People say they live forever, and Dumbledore and Flitwick, who have been in the wizarding world all year round, have some understanding of the meaning of this. Many things should not be studied in depth, and you may not get anything if you study deeply.
On the contrary, you will put yourself at risk.
It's rare to be confused! This is definitely a wise saying. The two of them have a deep understanding of this and will no longer explore this matter.
Weston didn't know what Dumbledore and Flitwick were doing, and of course, he wouldn't care if he did. At this time, he was in Hogwart, one of the three legendary paradises of Hogwarts.
tz's kitchen.
He found this place because he was hungry, but it wasn't time to eat yet, so he had to go to the kitchen to look for it.
For those who know the path, searching is like reasoning with the answer. Although it is not that easy, it is not that difficult either. What's more, there is also the guard of Hogwarts - Filch.
For this poor old squib, Weston did not despise the poor old squib like others, but gave him enough respect and patience. Everyone is mutual, so Filch's treatment of Weston, although not pleasant, can be regarded as friendly.
The question must be answered.
With Filch's guidance, Weston found the mural easily.
After scratching the big pear on the mural, the pear chuckled, and a doorknob suddenly appeared on the wall.
Open the door and take a look, oh, what a lively scene!
On the spacious auditorium-like venue, there were long tables one after another. The house elves were constantly shuttled back and forth, using the levitation technique to place plates of dishes on the long tables from time to time.
They wear white chef hats on their heads and tea towels with the Hogwarts school emblem on their bodies. Perhaps because they are in the kitchen, they are not as dirty as other house elves, but rather cleaner.
"What's the matter, sir?" A house elf walked up to Weston and bowed deeply.
"Um..." Weston touched his nose, and then said somewhat cautiously, "I need a few house elves to help me make some food, is that okay?"
"Of course, this is our honor!" The house elf in front of him suddenly became excited, and his high-pitched voice became high-pitched.
Seeing the house elves looking at him longingly, Weston smiled happily subconsciously even though he felt a little blushing...
"Let me tell you, the lamb legs must be rubbed well, so that the mutton will be tender and delicious!" Weston gestured with his hands and directed several elves.
"Yes, that's it. Where are the pine needles? Have you brought them over?" Weston shouted.
"Coming, coming!" A house elf raised his hands happily.
"Very good. Wash it and put it in the pot. Turn up the heat and bring the water to a boil! Put in the star anise, green onions, ginger slices, garlic, and salt! By the way, is there any cooking wine?" Weston asked hurriedly.
"Is red wine okay, sir, or white wine?" the house elf asked timidly.
Weston shook his head: "No, not all wine can be used as cooking wine!"
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later! It's okay if you don't have it! Do you have any honey?" Seeing the house elf's disappointed and then hurriedly nodding expectant look, Weston waved his hand, "Make some honey water and bring it over, I'll need it later!
"
"You, yes you, fry some pancakes!"
"Go and cut some green onions and cucumbers. If there are onions, cut them too!"
"Have you finished cleaning up the ducks? Great! Have you boiled the water? Great! Come on, put the ducks in a pot and the lamb legs in a pot. Take them out when the blood foam is gone. Remember?"
...
After a lot of work, the preparations were finally done. Looking at the materials in front of him, Weston's eyes shone. He was about to eat something good!
"Is the Fruit Tree team here?" Weston called.
"Here, sir!" Several house elves puffed up their little chests and looked at him expectantly.
"Set up the fire, put on the oven, and roast the duck! Remember, you have to keep brushing honey in the middle, remember?" Weston said solemnly.
"Yes, sir!" The house elves of the Fruit Tree Group nodded quickly.
"Next, Pinewood Group?"
"Here we are, sir!" It was another group of house elves.
"Set the fire, set the leg of lamb! Remember, you must use a knife to cut it at any time, remove the carbonized parts, and don't forget to brush it with honey water, remember?"
"Okay, sir!" The house elf of the Pinewood Group also quickly went to work.
"The last group, the barbecue group! Remember, don't forget the cumin. Let's take action!"
"yes!"
...
After working for a long time, the house elf was not doing well, but Weston was very tired. But luckily, looking at the large pile of food in front of him, Weston suddenly felt full of accomplishment.
"Who is that, yes, it's you!" Weston pointed at a house elf, "What's your name?"
"My name is Peppa Pig, sir!"
Huh? What a name! Weston was in awe and solemnly ordered: "Our results need everyone's approval, go and send some to the professors!"
"Okay sir!" Page bowed deeply, then snapped his fingers and disappeared immediately, along with most of the roasted lamb legs, roast duck, and various grilled skewers.
...
"Come, let's eat the rest together!" Weston waved his hand and sat directly at one end of the long table.
"No, sir, we can't eat with wizards, we are just house elves!" the house elves said in horror.
Weston nodded clearly, and then ordered them to eat elsewhere. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, it made the elves so moved that they became pregnant. Each one of them was eating and bleeding at the same time.
tears.
Weston looked a little sad, but didn't say anything. He would just improve slowly, but he had no idea of liberating the house elves.
Those who are not of my race must have different hearts! This sentence is vividly reflected in the house elves. In the war between humans and house elves, I don’t know how much blood was spent to turn the house elves whose abilities are comparable to those of wizards.
Became a slave.
Weston doesn't mind being kind to them, but destroying the achievements of his ancestors is absolutely impossible!
Weston was infinitely satisfied after eating a meal, and the house elves were also very happy, and their eyes looking at Weston were a little more sincere and close.
"It seems that the food in the future can be improved!" Weston thought happily.