Hogwarts Archmage

A pot of something dark in color, with a strange shape and a wonderful taste was placed on the small round table in the restaurant on the first floor.

Marne's face looked very ugly, and Hermione's eyes wandered, constantly glancing towards the door, as if looking for an escape route.

"Marn, it is very important for a human being to be self-aware." Esther pointed to the pot of things on the table with an expressionless expression, "This is what you call beef made with sauce and very soft in texture. ?Why is it...is it so rock solid?"

"... Esther, believe me, this is just an accident, and science shows that eating some carbon can cure dysentery."

Hermione next to her used the knife and fork in her hand to turn over the piece of "beef" in the basin, pointed to the other side that was still raw and said: "Indeed, if we eat it, it is very necessary to prepare for treatment." diarrhea."

Ma En flicked his fingers, and a small flame fell into the basin, quickly burning the entire object that could barely be called meat until even ashes were left.

"Actually, I still have a lot of preserved fruits and dried meat ham here. It's my first time to eat in this house, so I don't have to make them myself..."

He didn't know whether to have dinner with friends when he moved to this country. He just followed the habits of his previous life - he hoped that the first meal in his new home would be with friends and family. He also sent a letter to Margery before eating. But my sister didn't have much time. She was studying difficult potions with Snape and couldn't get away. She said she would come back when she was done.

"Forget it, I'll do it..." Estel stood up helplessly.

"Ester, let me help you!" Hermione also jumped off the chair and followed her towards the kitchen.

Ma En felt a little inappropriate, mainly by himself, which was a bit boring.Just as he was about to get up, he heard Esther say: "Marn, if you want to help, please control your body and stay away from the kitchen. The further away the better."

"Ah this..."

……

Esther was very fast, and it didn't take long for Hermione to bring several dishes to the table.

Ma En was holding a wooden frame to put the painting that was almost 90.00% occupied by flames. He didn't know where he got two pieces of glass to install on the front and back of the painting.

"Huh? Have you framed this painting?" Esther happened to see it when he walked out of the kitchen with a thick cloth in his hand and a soup basin of red cabbage soup, and asked casually.

Ma En framed the last piece of wood in his hand, and used magic to make the surrounding frames grow together. After lifting it up and looking at it, he nodded with satisfaction: "I plan to put it in the bedroom, what do you think? ?”

"I didn't say I wanted to give it to you. I think it would be good to turn the attic on the top floor into a studio. If you put it there, you can invite friends to visit if you save more in the future." Esther put down the soup in her hand. Said with a smile.

Ma En spread his hands indifferently, "Whether you want to give it to me or not, it's already in my hands anyway. It's up to you to change the top floor into a studio or some other room. I must take this painting away." If you put it there, others won’t be able to understand the meaning of the painting.”

"It's just a ball of you and me. There's nothing you can't understand." Esther said in a low voice while pouring soup into the bowl, "How can there be so much meaning..."

"To others, it is indeed just a simple painting, but to me, it represents a person who is willing to risk his life and stay with me for seven days and seven nights."

Esther was silent for a while and looked at Ma En: "If you really think it is meaningful, then it is meaningful."

Hermione curled her lips and rolled her eyes, then used a small spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup from the bowl and put it into her mouth.

"Hiss...ow~"

"What's wrong Hermione?"

"So~ so hot...hiss~~"

"..."

A lot of things happened during the week when Marn was not a human being. Although Hermione often went to stay with Esther, she knew that she was in a bad mood and did not tell her much about these messy things.

"Behind that door, there is a big dog with three heads." She made a circle with her hands, "Each one is this big."

"It looks really big, what did you do?" Esther asked.

"What else can we do? Of course we should escape as soon as possible. Fortunately, old Filch is already gone."

Ma En walked downstairs. He had just found his master bedroom and hung the painting on the bedside. "You are so lucky. That thing should be a three-headed dog. It is a magical creature with a very high risk index." Animal, it doesn’t have a very good temper.”

Hermione patted her chest with some fear: "We were almost scared to death at the time. I even thought I would never see my parents again."

"Next time if you encounter it again, you can play some music for it and use the little magic I taught you. It is very effective."

"Spare me, I never want to see it again..."

"Who knows..."

After finishing the meal, the three of them packed the tableware on the table into the cupboard. It would clean the tableware by itself. After cleaning up, they went to the balcony on the third floor to watch the sun slowly sinking into the distant mountains and forests. A somewhat humid wind blew over the Black Lake.

The weather in this place is changeable, and good weather is rare. Even if you see the sun, it may not be long before a cloud comes from nowhere and covers the entire sky.

They chatted for a while downstairs, and it started to rain lightly. Ma En pointed at the fountain in the center of the yard and started to complain: "I really don't understand what the meaning of erecting a fountain in a place like this is. The rain here comes sooner than Professor McGonagall when we get into trouble."

"It seems I came at the wrong time." The door was pushed open, and Walder and Professor McGonagall, who had just spoken, appeared at the door holding umbrellas.

Ma En slapped himself lightly. This crow's mouth was always just the right amount of black. He quickly stood up and welcomed the two professors in.

"Professor, I am actually praising you. You can always quickly solve the trouble caused by the little wizards or stop them immediately."

"It's you, especially you." Professor McGonagall walked into the room, folded the umbrella and put it at the door, and changed into a pair of shoes: "I hope you really think so."

"Of course, of course..."

Esther stood up and took two more cups from the cup holder, pouring a cup for each of Walder and Mag. Wald's cup was filled with pure black tea, while Mag's cup was filled with some milk and sugar.

The temperature drops quickly after it starts to rain. Drinking a cup of tea at this time can make you feel better.

"Marn, we are here to tell you something." Professor McGonagall put down the slightly hot cup in her hand: "Professor Quirrell is not in good health recently. Professor Walder will temporarily take over the class. We hope you can serve as a first-year student." and the second-year teaching assistant. After all, Professor Walder is very busy, and the young wizards need a lot of time-consuming repetitive exercises. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be taught together for four weeks until Quirrell's body recovers. "

"Huh? Oh, no problem, Professor."