My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 46 A Kitchen Without House-Elves
"My name is Nelson—"

"I know who you are." Jokunda interrupted Nelson's self-introduction. "I hadn't left when you were scolded in the office that day."

"Do you want to eat?" Jokunda took out a bunch of baubles from his pocket, picked out two candies, and handed one to Nelson, "Bubble bubble gum, strawberry flavored, it is said that it can blow very big ."

"Supposedly?" Nelson took the bubblegum, not immediately putting it in his mouth due to Aberforth's previous experience.

"Yes, it is said." Jokunda tore the wrapper of another bubblegum, tossed it in her mouth, chewed it, and slowly blew a purple bubble so large that she looked like she had two heads, "Because I haven't blown very much."

"Does it taste grapes?" Nelson ripped open the wrapping paper of his own and learned to chew. I have to say that there is still a huge difference between magic bubble gum and ordinary bubble gum, at least in terms of taste and texture, the two There is no comparison. The first time he took a sip, he felt a bottle of good strawberry jam explode in his mouth, and then a marshmallow-like touch filled his mouth, and it was tightly wrapped with the bite of the upper and lower jaws. A tight mass, and even the taste has faded a lot, but when the teeth are separated, the explosion and the strong fruitiness take over the whole mouth again.He praised, "Senior, you're actually blowing it up a lot."

"What are you thinking? It's purple cabbage, don't you think Hufflepuffs would keep the goodies for themselves?" Jokunda burst the bubble and rolled it into his mouth with his tongue. Nelson rolled his eyes and blew a bigger bubble than before, "Senpai? Do you think I look old?

"Huh?" Nelson tilted his head, and he glanced secretly at Jokunda's bumpy figure, who was much taller than him, her unruly dreadlocks, her three-dimensional and coordinated facial features, and her open fairness With a rosy face in the middle, he let the pink bubble just blown burst and patted his face, but just stayed there, showing a confused expression, "You? "

"No, I'm in the seventh grade." Seeing this little boy looking like he had seen a ghost, Qiao Kunda laughed out loud, "Just kidding, look at your unseen appearance! But Don't call me Senior Sister, it sounds so old, call me Sister, so I'm younger."

"?" Nelson didn't know what to say, so he secretly put his wand behind his back and turned a hair on top of his head into the shape of a question mark.

"Hahahahaha." Qiao Kunda didn't care about her image at all, she leaned against the wine barrel and laughed loudly. As a result, the wound touched the wine barrel, and tears came out of her pain. She stretched out another hand to cover the wound and lay down. There was a pile of wine barrels on the side, rolling while crying and laughing, "Hahahaha, you can...hahaha...you must teach me, hahahaha Transfiguration can still be used like this, hahaha..."

Nelson didn't know whether to help her or not, and stood on the sidelines, blowing bubbles.

"Hahaha..." Jokunda looked tired from laughing, lying on the wine barrel and twitching like a stranded fish, she stretched out her hand to Nelson, he saw this and pulled her away stand up.

"Sister, you and Professor Sykes?" Nelson asked curiously, noticing that she had the same last name as the Ravenclaw Dean she had just met.

"That's my sister. You saw it last time, I was in her office." Jokunda sat on the wine barrel, raising her eyebrows and showing an "I'm so annoying" expression, "Remember, don't call me a school. Sister, just call Jokunda."

"Chat with Floo powder in the stove?" Nelson took over.

"No, she actually put me in the stove, and she abused me at home." Jokunda turned her head, stared at Nelson with a serious face, and said to him in a sincere tone, "You can help me to Sengamore wrote an anonymous report letter? Say you saw Melissa Sykes, who is currently working at Hogwarts, long-term domestic abuse of her sister Jokunda Sykes, hope Wizenga Moore can get a fair trial and strip her of custody."

"Ah this—" Nelson's mouth was covered in bubbles again.

"Hahaha, just kidding." Jokunda shook his hand and asked with a smile, "What are you doing in Hufflepuff and blocking the lounge door."

"Sorry, Jokunda," Nelson explained, looking apologetically at the gauze on her forehead, "I'm here for the kitchen, and I've heard people say Hogwarts' kitchen is here."

"Oh, I knew it." Jokunda walked to a huge still life painting across the hallway, the lid of the barrel just flew on the painting and bounced back and hit her, she was fumbling back and forth on the painting, "As long as Hedge When Patch sees sneaky students next to him, he must have come to the kitchen."

"Pinch the nose of the apple, and then shake hands with the milk jug..." After a complicated operation, the still life was lifted up, revealing a huge doorway that was enough for two people to pass through, "It's really troublesome, I must make this before graduation. The mechanism on the painting has been painted over."

Nelson saw the apple in the painting "gumble" rolling off the table, hiding himself under the tablecloth.

"It's in there, come in." Jokunda was already in the kitchen, and she seemed to have stuffed something in her mouth, muttering indistinctly, "You didn't have dinner either?"

"I've eaten, I want to make a pot of tea." Nelson followed and jumped into the kitchen. Unlike the imagined scene where a group of house elves were busy working, Nelson only saw a cozy room like a mini lounge. The room was about 23 square meters , the walls are made of large yellow bricks, the fire in the fireplace is burning fiercely, although the room is small, but the ceiling is very high, and a crystal chandelier full of candles hangs in the middle of the high arched dome. Below is a long old black oak table surrounded by chairs of the same material. On the table are a bottle opener, a box of tissue paper and two ashtrays. Opposite the door opening where the paintings are hung, There was a huge iron door that was partially concealed, occupying almost half of the wall. There was a red flame shining through the crack of the door, and there was a clanging sound. It seemed that the place where they were working in full swing should be behind the door.

"What are you looking at?" Jokunda called to Nelson, sitting at the table, pulling up a chair. "Come and sit."

"Okay." Nelson walked to the chair and sat down, still looking around curiously.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the kitchen?"

"No, fine." Nelson picked up the ashtray on the table and played with it. "I thought I'd see a lot of hard-working house-elves here."

"You want to see house-elves?" Jokunda asked suspiciously. "What are they doing? What's so good about house-elves?"

"If there are no house-elves here, how are we supposed to find the food we want to eat?"

"It's the same as the school banquet, you just need this." Jokunda said to the empty table, "Give me a double beef burger with more pickles, thank you."

Soon a silver platter appeared out of thin air on the table. Inside was a thick burger that was obviously more than double-layered. There was also a small flag on it. Jokunda grabbed the burger and squeezed it with his hands, and took a bite.

"Well, it's delicious." She nodded, full of praise. "What do Americans know about hamburgers? They should really let Hogwarts open a branch and spread the food culture to them."

Regarding food culture, Nelson was noncommittal. He was a little hungry, so he ordered a sandwich, "Make another pot of green tea, remember to add a tea set and a basket, I will take it away after eating. "

"Nelson," Jokunda put down more than half of the hamburger in his hand, looking like a toothache, "you will live a hundred years."

After that, she picked up the hamburger and fought again, but it seemed that she had lost her appetite, and only the belief of not wasting was supporting her.

Nelson finished the sandwich and took out a piece of tissue paper to wipe his hands. The fallen bread crumbs, the sandwich bag and the used tissue paper disappeared as soon as they touched the table. He thought for a while, then got up to the iron. by the door.

"What are you doing?" Jokunda stopped him as he was about to pull the door.

"I feel like I should thank them in person."

"If you really want to thank them, you don't go in." She finished her burger, pulled out a tissue, clapped her hands and explained, "Thanks doesn't fit their values, house-elves are used to giving and labor, your thanks will be Make them nervous and intimidated, not to mention that one of their mottos is 'don't let your master see you', and if you go in and catch them, it's going to be a very embarrassing thing."

Nelson nodded in agreement.

"Besides," Jokunda threw the ball of paper on the table and threw a graceful arc, "they are probably preparing tomorrow's breakfast. It's already troublesome enough to cook and make tea for two greedy students. When you go in, they will come out to greet them together, and then all the work will have to be redone... Don't you want tea? The best thing you should do now is to say that the sandwich is delicious, and then leave here with the tea."

Following her fingers, Nelson also saw the delicate wooden box that appeared on the table.

He walked over, picked up the wooden box, and followed Jokunda's footsteps out of the doorway, the huge still life slowly falling behind them.

"Jokunda, are you going upstairs too?"

"Yes, what a coincidence, I didn't expect us to drop by."

"Yes."

"Nelson, did you fall in love with your sister at first sight? Tell you, I won't fall in love with a boy younger than me, let alone so much."

"You're worrying too much."

"Then why are you still following me?"

"I'm going to Professor Dumbledore's office."

"... Coincidentally, I'm going too."

　The keyboard has not arrived yet, the word of the mobile phone code, sorry. (I miss my old nine-button phone

　　
　
(End of this chapter)