Hogwarts Melon Eater

After Professor Sprout took the students to familiarize themselves with the teaching site outside the Forbidden Forest, the sudden rainstorm caused everyone to be drenched in soup, hurried back to the castle and stepped on the mud when passing the vegetable field, and after a series of absurd things— —

The first day of school finally came to an end.

"Why don't we have a divination class?" Belinda walked out of the toilet with a pink magic towel on her shoulders, "I really want to know why I've been so unlucky recently..."

"I don't think you would want to know, Professor Cui Laoni from the divination class, her prediction is either death or injury..."

Anna is squatting in the corner of the bedroom, fiddling with the blue flames \'borrowed\' from the fireplace in the lounge, she made a small stove, and put a telescopic crucible half filled with water on the stove, "And it's mixed. "

"Merlin's lace nightdress! What are you doing?!" Belinda walked up to Anna, "I'm just going to take a bath! It won't disappear for an hour - you're going to burn the bedroom It's gone!"

In fact, there is no need to worry too much about a fire. One of the advantages of the bedroom is at the bottom of the lake.

"It's not because you're unlucky, I want to make you a late-night snack to comfort you," Anna looked aggrieved, but it was actually because she didn't have enough dinner.

When a group of people tossed the rain off their bodies and ran to the auditorium, dinner was almost over, and they only had time to put a few chicken legs in their arms, and with a 'pop', the food on the table disappeared.

I don't know where all the unfinished food went? Wouldn't it be super wasteful if it was dumped.

[Operation CD: Who knew that Chinese food on a plate is hard work? Where did Professor Sprout's hard-earned grain end up? Is there really a sleeping dragon under Hogwarts? Please find out the truth and give an explanation to the hard working people. Condition: Find out where the rest of the food goes after the meal; quest reward: Reaction +30, unknown]

"..." Belinda was silent, with a complicated expression on her face. Facing Anna's sudden concern, she had a feeling of "the goblin in the garden who likes to trick-or-treating suddenly gave her a birthday cake".

She akimbo, "Hmph, don't do these useless things, I don't need comfort at all!"

After five seconds, "But seeing you doing this boring thing for so long... I'll reluctantly eat it, just a little bit!"

"It's such an honor," Anna took out two packs of instant noodles from the blue flowery cloth bag, opened the package skillfully, put it in the water, sprinkled the seasoning, and picked it with the washed chopsticks, "Okay, just wait patiently."

"Why use a cauldron?" Belinda squatted down, she expressed doubts, "Are you making a potion? Is this thing really edible?"

"This is instant noodles, of course it's edible, and it's delicious. The crucible is just to increase the atmosphere."

"What atmosphere?"

"The atmosphere of magic," Anna waved, "otherwise, eating instant noodles in Hogwarts Lake will always give me an unreal feeling..."

Thank you for the kind gift from Belinda, an expert in white eyes! Thank you old iron!

"Add the lunch meat..." Anna opened a tin can to herself and added the lunch meat to the crucible. The aroma filled the whole room.

"Muggle food..." Belinda muttered and sat down, but it smelled really good, and she wasn't very full.

Anna handed Belinda a plate and a fork, "Come and try my craft, it's one of the few things I can do."

"Then you can't even compare to a house-elves..." Belinda suddenly shut up, because she realized that she couldn't cook anything, "Well, just leave these tasks to the house-elves, I'm not going to cook by myself..."

Belinda rolled up a piece of instant noodles with a fork, and ate it into her mouth gracefully and slowly, "It's okay, it doesn't taste much," she commented.

"Keep eating at this speed," Ana's 'high' reaction force made her move chopsticks quickly, and the moment instant noodles entered her mouth, she felt that her life had been sublimated.

"Exaggerated," Belinda gradually tasted the beauty of instant noodles at night, a warm bedroom, the scent of shower gel on her body, and a cauldron of steaming food in front of her... What else?

Anna took out a drink from the cloth bag, "Pineapple beer."

"Why do you have everything?" Belinda complained.

"Please call me Dora Anna," Anna handed Belinda a can of pineapple beer, "This has no alcohol, you can drink it as a drink."

"Crack," Anna opened the pineapple beer and held it up, "For a good campus life! Cheers!"

"...Cheers," Belinda and Anna clink glasses, "I hope my herbal medicine won't fail."

"And don't be so unlucky anymore..." she added.

"Dong dong dong," there was a knock on the bedroom door, and the voice of Prefect Abigail came, "You are surrounded! Someone reported that there is an unknown smell from your bedroom! Damn it smells good, open the door!"

"Huh?!" Belinda paled in shock and gasped, unable to move for a while.

Anna acted immediately. She hid the drink under the bed, put away all the tableware and chopsticks, and wiped Belinda's mouth clean, "Come on! Wait a minute!"

After finishing everything, only the sluggish Belinda and a steaming crucible were left on the ground. Anna nodded in satisfaction and opened the door.

Abigail rushed in, closed the door, and scurried around the room like a headless fly flying in, "Where are you hiding? Where are you hiding?"

"I've said it many times—don't eat like a Hufflepuff in the dorm and lounge—what about food?" She saw the cauldron on the ground. "Confiscated!"

"Wait! Beautiful prefect!" Anna raised her hand, "It's a pot of potion!"

What? ! Belinda was shocked, such a brazen person!

"We're preparing for tomorrow's Potions class!" Anna pointed to the cauldron, "How could the food be put in the cauldron?"

Makes sense, Abigail pinched her chin, indeed, how could the food be in the cauldron, "Is this really potion?" She leaned over and glanced at the steaming cauldron, with some sticks tumbling in it. and lumps.

"Really, uh...it's that...\'Potion for boils\'! Yes!" Anna affirmed herself, "We are improving its taste, hoping to make it taste better!"

Accepting the potion in a cauldron, Abigail vaguely felt that the aroma in the air had a bit of bitterness in it, "Although improving the potion is a good thing, new students should not be in a hurry! Boil the potion!"

"Yes, yes, thank you prefect for reminding me," Anna took out another mention of pineapple beer from the cloth bag, "please try the special drink of my hometown, \'the magic pineapple beer that won't be intoxicating\'."

Abigail took the drink, nodded and walked out the door, "Forget it this time."

Anna smiled and waved.

As soon as Abigail left the room, she was surrounded by a group of women, "It's delicious! What are they eating?"

"Eat, eat, eat in one day," Abigail broke through with a drink in hand, "Students are improving the taste of potions, it's like you don't seek improvement every day, Slytherin's ethos is ruined by you. of…"

"Then what are you holding in your hand?" Jelica in pajamas pointed to the drink in Abigail's hand.

"The potion samples given by my junior sister," Abigail said without changing her expression, "It's all scattered, so what are you doing around? Go back to sleep!"

"I'm so hungry I can't sleep!" A wavy little snake was weak.

"Then go to study!" Abigail squeezed out of the crowd, "The Academy Cup didn't fly out of thin air!"

Jelica relentlessly followed in Abigail's footsteps—she would bet that what this woman was holding was definitely not a potion sample.

Hearing that there was no movement outside the door, Anna took out the tableware and chopsticks again, "I have to ask Professor Flitwick if there is any magic spell to block the smell..."

"Scared me~www.NovelMTL.com~ Belinda took the cutlery and continued to eat instant noodles," I really thought I was going to be caught. "

Anna fished out the drink that had been hidden under the bed, the two quickly finished the instant noodles, and went to bed contentedly, ending a less-than-perfect day.

The next morning was Potions class. Missing breakfast, Anna and Belinda hurried to Potions class.

The potions classroom's decor reminded Anna of Knockturn Alley, with jars of rolling eyeballs, slime-like green liquid creatures, and bizarre animal carcasses packed into glass jars and placed on shelves Neat, a smell of formalin surrounded people with a damp smell.

Professor Snape was already standing in front of the podium, with a roll call placed in front of him, "Anna Lawrence..."

"Here!" Anna raised her hand and glanced at Professor Snape's hair.

Professor Snape did not continue to call, he raised his eyelids.

"I heard that some little wizards are trying to make... tossing potions in the dormitory?"

Snape's voice was very low, like a devil whispering in his ear, or like \'the head teacher suddenly came close to your ear when you were playing on the phone\' -- it was hard to hear.

"This is a very funny and strange thing. You came here, and you have not started to learn the delicate techniques of pharmaceuticals, but you have started to experiment yourself?" He paused, "That's not called making potions, that's called making potions. Make soup."

It is indeed true.

Professor Snape took a closer look at Anna, brown hair, interested in potions, green eyes...green eyes...

"However, the enthusiasm for potions is worth affirming - at least not like the idiots I taught before..."

Professor Snape coughed, "Slytherin, ten points."