Hogwarts wizard nemesis

"Hey, kids, I hope I didn't disturb you." At this time, a familiar voice came from afar.

Leon, Dylan and Joey all turned around and saw several people walking slowly from far to near. The person in the middle wearing a black wizard robe was Professor Minerva McGonagall, and there was Droop beside him. Searle Parkinson, Paul Weems, and Deidara Labuska were all smiling.

"Potter, Iverson, and Weasley, since you and Parkinson and others from Slytherin House used broomsticks in the wild, which seriously violated school rules, Gryffindor and Slytherin House will each deduct five points. Ten! Of course, I will explain the situation to Professor Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said the last sentence to Parkinson and others, who kept their heads lowered from beginning to end.

Although Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor House, she has always made a distinction between public and private affairs. Even if a student of her own house makes a mistake, she will never engage in favoritism and treat everyone fairly and justly.

"That's not the case, Professor McGonagall!" Joey argued vigorously, "It was Parkinson and the others who made the request, and they stole my crystal necklace!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, we didn't steal your necklace!" Parkinson shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Then tell me why my necklace is in your hand!"

Parkinson argued, "How do I know? I picked it up on the roadside!"

"You don't even blush when you lie. Go pick me up another necklace and let me see!"

"Okay!" Professor McGonagall interrupted them. She looked at Joy, "Miss Weasley, I will find out about this matter, but before that, you still have to accept the punishment, and I will show the whole school in the auditorium. Inform you of your crime, and finally, please get along well with your seven years at Hogwarts, it is very short." Professor McGonagall said sincerely.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Leon and others responded hurriedly.

Professor McGonagall said nothing more, turned around and left. Parkinson glared at Joey fiercely and said to Leon: "Potter, don't think you won, the fun is yet to come!" After that, he, Paul and Deidara left in a hurry.

Leon smiled and shrugged. This was not the first time Parkinson had said harsh words. It was common.

...

Professor McGonagall has always kept his word, and the punishment for a few people must be implemented, but it is no longer the case that Hagrid will lead them to stay in the Forbidden Forest. After all, that is too dangerous, and they have learned from the past.

Therefore, Professor McGonagall asked a few people to stay in the kitchen near Hufflepuff after school to help the elves with chores, such as sweeping the floor, washing dishes, etc., of course, provided that magic was not used.

After hearing the news, Leon and the others were relieved.

It was Wednesday, and the weather was very nice. After a day of classes, they went to Hagrid's hut to feed Eyes and Elizabeth before rushing to the kitchen to receive punishment.

Walking along the uneven stairs, the portraits on the wall greeted them one by one, especially the woman wearing flowers in the portrait at the corner, looking at Leon as he walked by, looking particularly attentive.

Walking into the kitchen, Parkinson and the others were already there.

One of them was sweeping the floor, the other was mopping the floor, and Parkinson was washing the dishes. An elf wearing a chef's hat was constantly scolding. It was standing on the bench, only thirty inches tall (less than 80c, and eloquent). , gushing endlessly.

Parkinson, on the other hand, looked extremely impatient. As for the oil-stained plate on his hand, he just touched it with a towel twice.

As soon as Leon showed up, the head chef stopped. Not only it, but almost all the elves present were stunned, and then looked at Leon with admiring eyes.

"Wow, look who's here! Potter, welcome!" The head chef jumped down from the bench, and his height suddenly became shorter. Leon discovered that all the elves here have white skin and big noses. , two golden pupils, short stature, all wearing a chef's hat, but some are high or low. It seems that the older chef is the leader here, because his hat is the highest, almost as tall as him flat. 35xs

"Hello...Hello! My name is Leon, Leon Porter." Leon responded, and saw the head chef stretching out his hand. It was a small hand, almost like a newborn baby, and it only had four legs. A slender finger.

After two seconds, Leon reacted immediately and shook hands with it. The chef said happily: "It's so nice to see you, Potter. By the way, I forgot to mention, I am the chef here, Tom." , nice to meet you!"

"Me too, Tom." Leon said with a smile.

Tom looked at Dylan and Joey behind Leon and asked, "Who are you?"

Joey smiled like a crescent moon and said happily: "Hello, my name is Joey, Joey Granger-Weasley!"

Hearing this, Tom let out a loud oh, with a smile on his face, "I heard Professor McGonagall said that Mrs. Granger and Mr. Weasley's daughter is coming here. It is our honor!" Tom He also shook hands with Joey.

"What about you, sir?" Tom looked at Dylan again.

"I..." Dylan finally arrived, "Hello, my name is Dylan, Dylan Iverson."

"Hello, Mr. Iverson."

Tom treated everyone equally and shook hands with Dylan.

At this time, Leon asked Tom: "Tom, what do we need to do?"

Whenever Leon calls him, Tom will always show a kind smile, and he points to a place: "There." Leon and others immediately look at it.

That was where the stove was, and various ingredients were piled against the wall, including carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, eggplants, beef, etc.

"It's very simple. One of you washes the vegetables, one picks the vegetables, and the other chops the vegetables. Just prepare the ingredients for all the students in Hogwarts tomorrow. Of course, this is only one-tenth of the amount. We have already prepared the rest. ”

Leon, Dylan and Joey were very happy, so to speak, they didn't have to do any menial work, just prepare the ingredients.

At this moment, Parkinson, who was washing the dishes, stood up from the bench with an unconvinced look on his face and shouted: "Hey, Bailuobo'er! This isn't fair! Why are their things so easy? But I want to So many dishes to wash!"

Only then did Lyon and the others realize that behind Parkinson was a mountain of tableware. There were oil stains on the plates and all kinds of dirt on the forks, which seemed very difficult to clean.

Tom was not angry about Parkinson's impolite name. He said slowly and earnestly: "There is nothing fair or unfair, Parkinson. I have been at Hogwarts for almost eighty years and have sent away one class." Another class of students, some of them have become top figures in the wizarding world, while others are mediocre and have achieved nothing, and I discovered a phenomenon. First of all, I, Tom, the household elf, this is my first master The name given to me is a mere head chef. I admire Mr. Harry very much, but this is not the main reason, because Leon... No, it should be Mr. Potter. He knows how to respect others and will not do it just because he is Potter. A noble family, but you, Syl Parkinson, the great Parkinson family, have a noble bloodline, but no matter how great the bloodline is, no matter how noble the wizard is, if he does not respect others, then he will never achieve much in his life."

The corners of Parkinson's mouth twitched slightly, and he glared angrily and said, "Bailuobo, I don't need to listen to a house elf like you. You are just a servant who cooks, and you have no right to point fingers at me!"

Dylan has always been very aggressive and was about to refute him, but was stopped by Tom.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Iverson." Tom was not angry, and looked at Parkinson again, responding to him: "Of course, of course, I am really not qualified to say, but since Professor McGonagall has handed you over I, then, will ask the great Mr. Parkinson to wash the dishes before leaving!"

"You!" Parkinson's mouth trembled with anger. Deidara and Paul were beside him. Deidara said quietly: "Ciel, it was ordered by Professor McGonagall. Let's take these things seriously." Let’s finish the work and don’t add any unnecessary complications.”

Paul stretched out his mop head and nodded his fat head.

Parkinson naturally understood this truth, and after snorting, he sat down and washed the dishes 'hardly'. Obviously, he took all his anger out on these innocent dishes.

Leon and the others' work was very easy. Surprisingly, Dylan could cut vegetables very quickly, with the demeanor of a chef. Both Leon and Joey were secretly surprised.

Although they didn't have a lot of work, one-tenth of the ingredients for the entire Hogwarts was enough to keep them busy for a while. It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the evening that they finished everything. They greeted Tom cordially and then got ready. Return to the dormitory.

When leaving, Parkinson, Paul and Deidara all gritted their teeth and wanted to throw the dirty dishes in their hands to the ground to vent their anger.

But they didn't dare, because Tom would definitely not let them off easily.

The three of them walked in the quiet corridor. The portraits on both sides had fallen asleep, except for the two knights who were fighting. They kept testing each other with long swords in their hands and never tired of it.

Only then did Leon remember that Professor McGonagall asked him to describe his feelings about the punishment as a representative. Of course, he would make a statement to Chef Tom and submit a handwritten letter of repentance afterwards, more than words long.

Dylan and Joey both nodded and told him to come back soon, and they said goodbye.

Leon was very happy when he thought about the mission Tom assigned them, and he wanted to laugh when he thought about Parkinson's angry face huddled together.

Oh, what a joy.

But, having said that, who stole Joey's necklace? This person must be a Gryffindor student and knows Joey. Could it be...

A familiar figure flashed in Leon's mind. Really, is it her?

Leon hoped that the truth was not what he thought. Before everything was settled, he could not wrongly accuse others casually.