Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 45 William's Friend
After waiting for about ten minutes, the house elves served William a big meal.

An appetizer of fried artichokes with cheese sauce, followed by a stuffed, almost overflowing, pork patty encased in a buttery puff pastry, served with a rich deep red gravy as a side dish Mashed potatoes.

Afterwards, a Yorkshire pudding with a strong aroma of gravy was served on the table as a dessert after the meal.

Although British cuisine is often considered dark and unpalatable-of course William has no particular opinion about Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron-but he also has to admit that the recipes of the house-elves at Hogwarts are really good. commendable.

"Lalo, how much will it cost me to poach you from Hogwarts to work for me?"

Enjoying a lemon sorbet, William expressed his sincere admiration - after this sumptuous dinner, he almost forgot the original purpose of coming to the kitchen.

"Mr. Buffalo, our house elves have served Hogwarts wizards for generations since the school was founded!"

Lalo replied fearfully but proudly.

"Okay." William just asked casually.

Sherpa woke him up from his post-dinner sluggishness.

Time to get down to business.

"You house-elves can leave Hogwarts Castle, can't you? I mean, if you don't have anything busy."

William was a little unsure—it had been a long time since I last read the original book, but I had the impression that house-elves didn't necessarily have to stay where they worked all the time.

"Yes, Mr. Buffalo, of course we can leave the castle. But why should we do this, this is our home, and there are many wizards who need our services!"

Lalo's eyes widened.

Small head, big eyes.

Filled with countless confusions.

"Suppose, can I entrust you to leave the castle and help me do something outside? For example, let me think about it, buy something, pick someone up or something."

William asked sincerely—it was crucial to get the help of these house-elves in his "dumpling" project.

"Jiaozi" doesn't simply refer to digging a big hole in that ten-square-foot area, and then using countless blasting and transformation techniques to hollow them out.

—He is going to build a factory underground.

Every factor such as waterproofing, load-bearing structure, and safe passage must be fully considered. Otherwise, even if he managed to survive the work by magic, he might wake up one day and his factory would collapse inexplicably.

These are naturally not problems that William can solve.

But fortunately, as a time traveler born in the United States, what William lacks most is the currency of the ordinary people's world. For the sake of Merlin's suspenders, it is now 1991. Which stocks will rise to the sky in the future? , Many of them are lying on their stomachs now.

"This rule
We can only serve little wizards in the castle.

I don't know sir!

I think we shouldn't be doing this! "

Lalo replied hesitantly, as if it was very difficult for him to refuse a wizard's request, but agreeing to William undoubtedly violated their "rules".

"So... let's change the assumption - I entrust no, suppose I ask Professor Dumbledore and get his permission to entrust Hogwarts with a job that requires leaving the castle, and you will help me Finished?"

William has his own interpretation of the rules.

"It seems like we shouldn't. But."

Lalo was also confused by William's long assumption—his fingers were clasped tightly, trying to find flaws in William's words—Lalo was a smart house elf, and he knew what was going on in front of him. There is no substantive difference between what the little wizard said before and after.

Klaro wasn't smart enough.

At least not smart enough to find William's problem.

"Then sir, you have to bring Professor Dumbledore's own signature. You have to ask him to let us help you, not the signatures of other professors."

The house-elf answered dejectedly. For the first time in his life, he felt that satisfying a wizard's request could be such a displeased thing.

"That's natural!"

William answered with satisfaction.

The "Wizard's Secret International Act" limited to 1689 stipulates that wizards cannot actively inform ordinary people of the existence of magic.Any magic performed in front of them will be detected by the Ministry of Magic. In bad cases, wizards will even be punished by breaking their wands and being expelled from school.

However, there are too many loopholes to exploit.

"The first step of dumplings, complete."

Feeling better, William ordered another ice cream from the elves, got up and was about to leave the kitchen.

It was really a good night.

"Eat, eat."

Lizi's faint laughter suddenly sounded again.

"That old dog Filch, we just put a big shit, he actually"

A voice that was somewhat familiar to William sounded.

With the sound of the heavy wooden door being opened, two little wizards in Gryffindor robes appeared at the kitchen door, one with red hair and the other with red hair.

They also saw William enjoying an ice cream.

"Look, George, what did we find?!"

One of the red-haired boys said that from what he said, it should be Fred—the two of them look too much alike, and William is a big man, and he has no idea about the subtle differences between the two big men at close range. interest.

"Prince of Potions, North American genius, old bat nemesis! He also violated the school rules and came to the kitchen at night."

George drew out his voice, exaggerated like a tenor singing an aria.

"How sad it would be for Percy to tell us, 'You guys have to be as good as that Buffalo, don't hang around all day and embarrass Gryffindor'!"

Fred cooperated with George, winked and said.

"School rules don't prohibit students from coming to the kitchen, do they? It's just that most of them don't know where the kitchen is—and, strictly speaking, I haven't violated the school rules."

William calmly enjoyed the performance of the twins, and frankly speaking, it was quite interesting.If the two of them go to perform comedy, they should also be good at it.

"Filch didn't find me, did he? I don't think I've violated the rules if I haven't been caught."

Returning the empty saucer to the house-elf, William replied:

"Unless one of you two can report on me now? But I can guarantee that even if that is the case, I will still not violate the school rules."

"Look, I'll just say he's one of us. Let me introduce myself formally. I'm Fred."

Fred walked over with a smile, warmly extended his right hand, William stood up, and shook hands with him.

"I'm George. You're our friend now."

George also smiled and shook hands with William, and then elbowed him on the shoulder.

"Speaking of which, my friends, are you two interested in making a deal?"

William smiled softly.

This night is getting better and better.

　Thank you for the monthly ticket of the pearl that fell from the sky.

　　Thanks for the reward of keeping the cowhide.

　　House-elves casting spells can also be detected (Dobby blew up a cake in second year), but the Ministry of Magic can't detect who cast the magic, only that someone in Harry's house used it.

　　The thing about elves leaving school is kind of a patch, otherwise all little wizards could have house elves running around and a hammer owl.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)