hogwarts chef

"I've known for a long time, I've known for a long time, that you would be plotting against Gringotts' gold! Sure enough, now the trick has been exposed!" The goblins have been unhappy with Zhang Heyang for a long time, not to mention that he dares to do something in Gringotts, no matter who It's a robber. Zhang Heyang is at the scene anyway. As long as his identity as a robber is confirmed, no one can save him.

"Death!" Several goblins flicked their fingers together, forming a mysterious pattern, muttering the language of goblins in their mouths. Hagrid felt dizzy and irritable, and the magic power in his body seemed to be out of control, like a It's a mess, and less than [-]% can be mobilized.

Then a huge ball of light appeared at the fingertips of the three goblins behind. It looked like it was quite powerful. It was aimed at Zhang Heyang and was about to hit it.

"presumptuous!"

At the critical moment, Zhang Heyang shouted loudly, looked at the goblin with a righteous face, and said without flinching: "Do you know who I am? I am a professor at Hogwarts and the new dean of Hufflepuff House. It is no exaggeration. To put it bluntly, I am here to represent the reputation and face of Hogwarts College and the face of Professor Dumbledore. Let me ask you, is the goblin going to declare war on Dumbledore?"

The words were righteous and awe-inspiring. Zhang Heyang puffed out his chest, looked generous and sacrificed, and faced the three goblins and the balls of light at their fingertips without fear. His image became extremely tall.

Especially Zhang Heyang's upright figure and crane cloak fluttering in the wind, compared with the goblin's short and insignificant figure, he looks taller and taller, and the goblin in the background also becomes more insignificant and insignificant.

Okay, you can do it.

Hagrid looked at Nao Hanako on the side. It sounds good, but I still don’t understand Dumbledore?He must have asked you to enter the village quietly without shooting. If you secretly take away the magic stone, you will be taken down. Who asked you to rob the bank?

"Hmph!" The eyes of the goblins flickered. Dumbledore's reputation was too great. His feat of defeating the two Dark Lords twice made them, magical creatures, very afraid. In peaceful times, this was just one of them. Nuclear bombs, and the kind that can be reused.

But goblins are goblins after all, and their minds are much better than those of their close blood relatives, house elves. If you are not smart enough, don't open a bank.After snorting coldly, the leading goblin also said:

"Gringotts is the only wizarding bank in the UK that the entire magical world has decided to establish and recognize. At the same time, countless pure-blood nobles store their most valuable items here. No matter who you are, if you dare to rob Gringotts, you are doing nothing with magic. Against all the members, against the entire pure-blood aristocracy."

The more the goblin spoke, the more confident he became. In the end, he spoke with a domineering attitude and a condescending tone: "Let me ask you, can Dumbledore give you the confidence to fight against the Ministry of Magic? Do you dare to face all pure people?" The anger of the blood nobles?"

He's really brave.

Hagrid was about to take action after hearing the first half of the sentence, but after hearing the second half, he lowered his wand with a strange look on his face.Pure-blood nobles are the real controllers of the magic world today. Even if this situation will change in the future, they will still be the ones who truly set the order for at least ten or twenty years.

Not to mention all the pure-blood nobles united, let alone the people sent by Dumbledore, even Dumbledore himself couldn't defeat them.Even Voldemort chose to unite with pure-blood nobles to massacre Muggles and Mudbloods instead of choosing Muggle wizards or mixed-blood wizards with the same origin as himself, which speaks volumes.

When the goblin saw Hagrid put down his wand, his eyes became more wandering, and he knew that you didn't dare.

I don't dare.Hagrid's face twitched. The nobles were so fierce. Dumbledore really couldn't do it. If he did it better, I wouldn't be expelled.

"You know how powerful you are, why don't you just surrender?" The goblin feels that he is extremely powerful, is he scared?No one in this world dares to face the wrath of the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood nobles at the same time.

That depends on who it is.Hagrid's face slapped even harder. Facing a man who just had the record of tricking a whole street of pure-blood nobles in Diagon Alley and being taken away by Aurors, you don't think it hurts to slap him in the face. ?

"Ha!" Zhang Heyang sneered with great contempt: "So, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the only full-time seven-year advanced magic school in the UK founded by the four great sages and approved by the Ministry of Magic. All wizards in the UK graduated from Hogwarts. If you dare to touch the teachers of Hogwarts, you will touch the teachers of all the wizards in the UK and go against all the wizards in the UK."

Who can't use a tiger's skin to make a banner? Politics and officialdom are a major specialty of your country. As a young man who grew up under the red flag of the new era, it is not unreasonable to be labeled as a monster.

The goblin felt a pain in his balls. These words didn't sound right. It didn't sound good. Should we take action directly?

Hagrid’s eggs are all broken. It’s okay, bro. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

Sure enough, Zhang Heyang forcibly suppressed the backlash of the black film method, stepped on the broken stalactite, with a convulsive look on his face, pointed at the goblin's nose and cursed, "Let me ask you, do you want to make enemies of all the wizards in Britain? Are goblins going to war with humans again?"

Damn Nima!

The goblins were shocked, and they really should have taken action directly.

The leading goblin wants to die, I just want to frame you, I don't want to do anything to you.The robbery of Gringotts is a very serious matter. If we go back and investigate seriously, we will soon find out that Zhang Heyang is not the murderer at all, and then he will be released without charge. At best, he will be disgusted and disgusted.

But Zhang Heyang's move directly killed people.Humans are very strict with non-human magical creatures. Centaurs are not allowed to leave the Forbidden Forest, and house elves are trained as slaves.As for the goblins, they can only count money in Gringotts.The last person who dared to say that he wanted to fight for the rights of fairies and the equality of men and monsters has a grave that is as high as Mount Everest.

Not to mention actually doing this kind of thing, even if you hear it, you won't be able to do it. It will probably be the result of life imprisonment in Azkaban.

How can there be such a shameless person? Why do you represent all British wizards? You also represent all mankind. Do you still want to go to heaven?Is this guy really a professor?You see, he is a complete stinker!

The goblins don't dare to fight. You have said this and still dare to take action. Doesn't this mean that you are going to start a war with humans?

The head of the goblin that was chopped off during the last goblin rebellion is still hanging on the highest point of Gringotts, in order to tell these goblins to be honest.The leading goblin in front of me is just an errand boy. How dare he take action?

The goblin suddenly softened, the ball of light in his hand also dispersed, and even turned sideways. What does that mean, uncle, you are awesome, please leave quickly, I can't afford to offend him.

I haven’t updated for so many days. I’m graduating and busy.Anyone who likes to write something is mostly emotional and perceptual.Li Bai is the best at writing, and I am the worst at writing. They can both be filled with emotions anytime and anywhere.What's more, I stayed in college for four years.

There are so many experiences of mine here, so much reluctance to let go. This turn around and go out means that it is buried.

It took away four years of my youth, but it was definitely not just my youth that was buried.

Ruan Ji would cry over the death of a military girl he didn't know, and he would also roar loudly in the green mountains, expressing his joy and anger without hiding it.

But he is a celebrity, I am not.On June 23, I had nothing to do with my university. All I could do was stand in front of the dormitory building when I passed by in the middle of the night, looking up at the three bedrooms and one living room where I once lived, and seeing that it still looked like us. The lights were on as usual, as if we just went out for a walk at night as usual. When we got back, there would be an aunt waiting to close the door. She could also take out the key and open the door, and turn on the air conditioner on the extremely narrow bed. Breathing in the cool breeze, I chatted with my roommate who happened to be back in the middle of the night.

I am now packing up my things in the rental house and writing this chapter of the novel, but what I am thinking about all the time is the school that I seem to have never left.

Most of my classmates have left. Fortunately, I live not far from school.I ran back secretly in the middle of the night, wanting to do the standard emotional gesture of a literati: kneeling on the ground and kissing the land that had carried me for four years.But I didn't do it. I just wanted to roll on the ground happily.

The white T-shirt turned into a gray T-shirt, and it seemed to blend into the light-colored ink painting of the fish on the chest. It was soaked in the aura of Nanguang that allowed me to sleep peacefully.

The lights in Pumpkin Square are still very bright, and people returning from drinking in the middle of the night are still noisy. Without the dormitory where we live, new people will soon move in. The departure and stay of our group will not cause any disturbance at all.Nanguang is like an elder who is used to seeing the vicissitudes of life and separation. It is easy to come and go.

It is said that the world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. He looked at all the creatures in this school with indifference, from humans to wild cats to an ant.She didn't say anything, because she had nothing to say. She could only say to every leaving creature silently, "Go away."

When I write this, I think of a poem, Birds go and birds come and go, in the scenery of mountains, people sing and cry in the sound of water.

This scripture comes from "Book of Rites Tan Gong". I didn't sing about it, nor did I cry about it, but I hope that I can come here to take a look from birth to death.

Look at my balcony that I have to sigh with emotion every semester from my sophomore year to my senior year. I can see the green mountains and the city, look at the second Colosseum in the world, and look at the teaching building that I have never seen for a long time. There are libraries that I have almost never been to.

I don’t know where my feelings for Nan Guang lie. Let me say, I definitely can’t tell.But if you let me go, I will never leave.

Even if people have to leave, there will always be a part of my heart that stays here, leaving it to my teachers, my classmates, and the four years of my life.

I have never felt that Nanguang is a good school in terms of education. The lack of qualifications for running a school has always been the focus of self-deprecation. The campus is only a little bigger than the high school next door to me, and the tuition is horribly expensive.

I can't say what's good about Nanguang, and I can say there are too many bad things about it, but no matter what, her status in my heart is much more important than all the good places.

When I write this, it is already the 24th, and in a few minutes, it will be the 25th. It is already four days since the graduation ceremony, and it is almost two days since the final departure day.Logically speaking, all the emotions that need to be expressed have been exhausted. The world will not stop because of one thing. Even if it does, it will not be because of my graduation.

At least most of the graduating students are doing whatever they should be doing - people can't always live in memories, they have to look forward.

But I am different, maybe because my brain is relatively stupid, so my ability to accept things and my reaction are very slow, but correspondingly, it takes much more time to get out of something than others.I will express all my emotions that I didn’t have time to say tonight. There are some things that I haven’t said yet, and some things that haven’t been said enough. I may say them again in the future.

I laughed at myself and said that it would probably take a month or two for me to get over the fact that I was no longer a student and had left Nanguang.In addition to being stupid, maybe it’s because I don’t take responsibility and want to escape reality. When I think about actually entering society in the future and becoming a person who needs to work, I don’t want to face the responsibilities and pressures I need to bear. I want to go back to school. , hide for a moment and take a breath.

I really can’t figure it out, why did I graduate?I haven't stayed here long enough. The scene of integrating the 14th grade freshmen into the school is still in front of me. Why am I leaving now?

Looking back, even the "freshmen" in Grade 14 are already the biggest seniors and sisters in the entire school.

It is said that a sign of old age is that one likes to lament how quickly time passes and likes to recall the past.

I must be getting old.

But I was obviously still so childish, crying whenever I wanted, like a child.

On the last day before leaving on the 22nd, I took the bath card and went downstairs to take a shower.I don’t care if it’s dirty or not, but I just want to walk through every corner of the school for the last time.

At that time, there was just over three yuan left in the bath card. The bath card in Nanguang deducted money very quickly, and three cents were lost in three to four seconds.I just watched the number on it keep beating, just like the time from my enrollment in school to my graduation. It was very fast, but it also gave me enough time.

I want to wait until all the money in this card is used up and the water flow stops abruptly, so that I can face myself as a graduate and tell myself from small things that I no longer belong here.

After all, I still couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it, and couldn't do it.When I had a few cents left, I pulled out the card. Maybe I was lucky, thinking that I would come back again, and that the era of Nanguang was not over yet.

No matter what, it's time to go.

It was around three o'clock that afternoon, and coincidentally, there was no one in the bathroom.If you can't cry in front of others, it doesn't matter behind others.Tears and hot water rushed down my face, and I couldn't tell which was which.The cry was very low, and I was afraid that the echo in the bathroom would be too loud and attract people.I cried while soaking in hot water, my eyes were not swollen, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

But I still know it in my heart, just like the last moment before a death row prisoner goes to the execution ground. No matter how delicious the decapitation meal is, he is always uneasy. There is always a voice in his heart reminding him that it is time to leave.

There is still a lot I want to say, and according to Shui’s character limit, I may not be able to stop writing it all night long.But this paragraph was written at the end of the novel. I wanted to explain the reason for the five-day pause. I didn’t want the novel to pause for one more day, so I decided to finish it before midnight and send it out.

So far, it has ended abruptly.

There has to be an end, and so does the study, and so does the word count.

Maybe I will have my thoughts in the future and I will write again, maybe I will have the opportunity in the future and I will go back to school, but that will all happen later. This period should be at this point, and I can’t put it off any longer.

I think of the last three of us lying on the bed in the dormitory, and my roommate Yan Qi said like babble, we found out that this was actually all a dream. We had never been to Nanguang, and we hadn’t gone to college yet. When we opened our eyes, we were still in our senior year of high school. , everyone lost their memory and asked each other, eh, who are you?Why are my things here?

I replied without thinking at the time, probably because I wanted to go to Nanguang.