hogwarts chef

The sky was covered with clouds, the wind was howling, and it looked like it was going to rain.

It was obviously noon, but the dark clouds blocked out any light. Only the occasional flash of lightning lifted up the heavy black curtain and illuminated the sky.

Under the sky is a huge old castle, full of the atmosphere of the European Middle Ages. Under the cloudy weather, it looks eerie and mysterious.

In the open space next to the castle, a tall man strode towards a greenhouse area.He was very tall, and within a few steps he reached the door of the greenhouse.

"It's a really nice day today, isn't it?"

The tall man opened the curtain of the greenhouse and walked in.His voice sounded very old, but it was full of joy and mischief, as if he was a big boy who would never grow up.

"It's really hard for you to say such a thing." A short middle-aged woman with flowing gray hair in the greenhouse turned around and said with a wry smile: "The weather today is not very good, the plants are very panicked."

The greenhouse is full of plants. If you look closely, you will see that they are all strange and weird things. Most of the plants can even move. If an ordinary person walked into this greenhouse, they would be scared and speechless.

But the tall old man didn't care at all, as if he had been used to it for a long time, he still smiled and said: "You will take good care of them. Can you give me a piece of sizzling honey candy, Pomona?"

"No, thank you, I don't like eating this kind of food." The gray-haired woman straightened up and said with a slightly reproachful tone: "Please stand back, principal, you scared the Bowtruckle. "

This tall old man turned out to be a principal.

"Oh, I'm very sorry." The old man blinked twice strangely, exited the greenhouse, and said at the door: "You really don't have two dollars? This is a new product developed by Ambrosio, and it hasn't been sold yet. , it’s not that sweet, I thought you would like it..."

"No wonder Minerva always complains to me about you. Sir, I have to remind you that eating is prohibited in my herb greenhouse." The gray-haired woman followed immediately, and the two of them walked slowly outside the castle. On the grass, it looks like an old couple walking.

"You're right, principal, the weather today is indeed good, it's a good day to celebrate." The gray-haired woman looked at the old man and smiled, and suddenly said a word of approval, "In two months, that child should also be entering school. Right? I really want to see that boy become famous all over the world as soon as he was born..."

"It's precisely because of this that I don't want him to know in advance." The tall old man's voice became serious, "The huge fame and admiration from all over the world are enough to make any child go to his head. Fortunately, he After 11 years of normal life, now it’s time to open up a new world to him.”

"Well, since you insist, I won't say anything more." The gray-haired woman nodded and said, "When he gets to school, all our teachers will treat him equally and never let him feel... Oh, my Oh my god, what is that?”

Before the gray-haired woman could finish speaking, a thick, strange fire suddenly lit up on the horizon.This was completely different from the thin flash of lightning before. A huge pillar of fire with a diameter of more than ten meters stretched across the sky and fell straight into the open space.

"Back off, Pomona." The old man's gentle and naughty voice suddenly turned serious and scary. He pulled out a slender wooden stick from his robe at a speed that was too fast to be seen, and his face became ugly. "What a powerful force, what exactly is this?"

what? "

"What, you haven't seen it either?" Pomona exclaimed, suddenly shuddering, "It couldn't be that 'he' is back..." She covered her mouth in horror mid-sentence.

"Oh, no, no, trust me, Pomona. I know his power very well. If he had this kind of power, he would have come here 11 years ago and killed us all."

The old man took a few steps forward toward the falling firelight, pointed at the sky with the wooden stick in his hand, and murmured a few mysterious words. A milky white semicircular shield gradually took shape, separating him and Pomona. shrouded inside.

"Boom!"

Under the firelight, scattered meteorites had fallen down with scorching heat, falling on the shield and causing ripples.

"A natural breath, this is definitely not coming from a bad person." The old man felt the force of the impact on the shield, and he breathed a sigh of relief. His tone became relaxed again, and he smiled: "We should believe that this may be Some hermit master's research went wrong, and he suddenly landed here and wanted to ask for our help... Oh, damn it!"

The old man obviously underestimated the power of the fire. The attack of fine meteorites could not break the old man's defense. But when the main body of the fire suddenly fell, the old man discovered that his shield was like a ****, which could be broken with just one poke. Play any defensive role.

What's worse is that the person targeted by this firelight is not the powerful himself, but the gray-haired woman named Pomona behind him.

He hurriedly took a few steps back, waved the wooden stick in his hand, and a breeze rose from under the stick.When the smoke and dust dispersed, the old man saw Pomona lying on the ground vomiting blood, and a young man sitting on her with a confused look on his face.

This young man had black hair and yellow skin, and dark, piercing eyes. He was of a different race from the old man and Pomona, who were obviously Caucasian.

The old man raised the wooden stick in his hand, cautiously took a few steps closer, and said, "Young man, you..."

"Did I hit someone? Did I hit someone?" Before the old man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the yellow young man, his voice filled with disbelief and despair, even crying, "Why...why did you hit someone? Auntie, auntie, are you okay?"

The old man was obviously stunned. The young man jumped off Pomona, shook her body, and said: "Auntie, auntie, please wake up. It's over. It's over. I'll lose everything if I don't hit anyone to help me. I'm really doing this." If you hit an old foreign lady on the ground, you might end up in jail for the rest of your life."

"Young man, I think you should calm down now." The old man frowned after seeing the young man's actions, but still did not dare to let down his guard and said while holding up his wooden stick.

"Ah? Ah?" The young man raised his head and found the old man standing opposite him. He quickly stood up and bowed repeatedly, "Old man, are you okay? I'm really sorry. I really don't know what's going on. It's really not true. I hit someone intentionally. This is your lover, don’t worry, I will definitely not run away, I will definitely take responsibility. Why don’t you call the police first, by the way, sir, what’s your surname?”

The old man's blue eyes sparkled and he said word by word: "My surname is Dumbledore."

Yes, I have both opened. Qin Shimingyue’s fanfic Qin Dynasty Great God Stick has encountered a bottleneck. Ka Wenka is so good that I can’t stand what I write, but when I am thinking divergently to find inspiration, there are a lot of Harrys inexplicably. Potter’s inspiration, I’m afraid I forgot to write it down first.I don’t ask for anything, I just wrote it for fun, and I didn’t even sign a contract for submission. If there are readers who find it interesting, you can read it and have fun. I will try my best to ensure that there are updates every day.