The man behind Hogwarts

"Forget it, the professor only allows you to enter, we won't go in."

William did not intervene in the minor conflicts between the two of them. They were not Nora and Uncle Cat. They could only talk a few words and not engage in full-scale martial arts.

After hearing his words, Fran's expression suddenly brightened.

"William was not invited into the shed, not even him..."

"Besides, it's only Greenhouse No. 1. It's as if no one has ever taken a herbal medicine class. I'm not surprised."

Think about it here.

"Yes, yes." He petted the cat gracefully, "We won't go in. You can continue your work. We are going to the cafeteria for dinner. Do you want to come with us?"

Cedric looked at Fran suspiciously and saw that his expression was sincere and did not seem to be fake, "It's strange, he is a bit abnormal."

He said: "I'm not done yet. Thanks, I won't go with you."

......

After leaving the greenhouse, Fran immediately put Nora on the ground: "Nora, you can go by yourself."

He looked at William: "You go to the cafeteria to eat by yourself. I'm going back to the club to do research. Bring me a meal by the way."

William: Ah this?

"What's wrong with you? What aroused you?"

"Don't worry, I love studying."

"Okay." William didn't want to put his brain cells into these trivial matters. Fran was probably stimulated by stuffing and wanted to open the book when he saw others working so hard.

One by one, eight hundred thoughts.

"I have to go back to the club first, and the box has to be put back."

Before he had taken a few steps, Fran quickly stepped forward and took the box from his hand: "You don't have to go up, I will help you get it up. Go and eat quickly. You see you are so hungry that you don't even have the strength to walk."

He walked quickly carrying the box, fearing that William would catch up.

“Nora, follow me quickly, I’ll take you home.”

"William, remember to bring me some food. Don't bring too much. I only need half of what I gave you at noon. I have a small appetite."

William rubbed his head.

Why are things getting weirder and weirder?

Although I appreciate your efforts, I don't want to be the king of volume.

I hope this unhealthy trend of involution will not spread to the entire school...

The Gem Club has taken on so much!

......

Hogwarts Hall.

It's not dinner time yet, so this is still the auditorium, not the canteen for the time being.

William avoided the crowds with ease. In a flash, he entered the corridor, found pictures of fruits, and tickled pears. A series of actions were completed in one go.

Li Zi didn't even react.

"Dasu."

They heard his voice before seeing him. The elves in the kitchen only heard this clear and charming voice, and they knew it was William.

As usual, the enthusiastic elf has already greeted him, but today the situation is a little bad.

The kitchen is quite quiet.

There was some quiet silence.

......

There are four long tables in the empty kitchen, arranged in parallel, exactly the same as the format of the auditorium above.

Dozens of elves crowded into one pile in panic, no, it should be said to be squeezed into two piles. Two groups of elves shivered and looked at a tall figure in front of the fireplace, not daring to say a word.

In front of the tall figure, there was a pair of twins standing obediently, it was the Weasley brothers.

"Tell me, why are you in the kitchen? Don't you know that students are not allowed in the kitchen?" the tall figure asked with a calm voice.

"Principal, we..." Fred, the shorter brother, spoke first: "We bumped in by mistake. We only found out after we entered that this was the cafeteria..."

"Yes, that's true." Brother George agreed.

The tall figure who appeared in the kitchen turned out to be the headmaster, the top leader of Hogwarts: Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was wearing a light gray robe, with an exceptionally tall body, a square hat on his head, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of bottomless pupils under the glasses.

He stroked his silver-white beard.

“The Sorting Hat said during the sorting that the spirit of Gryffindor is bravery, courage and courage;

I wish I could ask you again, why are you in the kitchen? "

The voice was still calm and even a little gentle, but the Weasley brothers trembled. They rarely come into contact with the principal, and the majesty of the principal at this moment made their bodies tremble.

Fred lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "I'm sorry, principal, we lied just now. We didn't come in by mistake."

"Is that intentional?"

Fred gathered his courage and nodded.

"When did you discover the passage to the kitchen, and when did you start coming to the kitchen?"

"Uh...when I was in first grade."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed brightly under his glasses. He didn't expect that a first-year student could find the entrance to the kitchen. This kind of cleverness was really worthy of Gryffindor.

He stroked his beard and was silent for a moment, thinking about what to do.

At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the aisle at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Dasu."

Just when the kitchen was silent, a shout suddenly came from the entrance aisle, and the word 'Dasu' resounded throughout the kitchen.

The Weasley brothers looked at each other in shock;

An elf among the elves had a bitter look on his face, thinking to himself that William was in a bad situation, why did he come at this time, and the principal would definitely punish him.

If the principal asks me later, I must not betray William...but...I cannot deceive the principal! He is our master!

Not to mention Dasu's inner struggle, the most surprised person in the kitchen was Dumbledore.

"What a good day it is today, I just want to replenish some sizzling honey candies, and by the way, some toffee finger biscuits, ice-cold lemon juice, butterbeer, mead...

This really gave me a big surprise. "

In the entrance aisle, dozens or hundreds of eyes were staring at each other, waiting for the owner of the voice to reveal his true identity.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... Where are people?

Fred shrank his head and looked at the aisle, waiting a little with eyesight; of course he knew who the owner of the voice was, William, this kid had teased their brother at that time.

Such a profound impression is hard to forget.

But...what about people?

He carefully glanced at the principal and found that he was looking at the entrance with interest, as if waiting for the show to begin.

"Huh?" Dumbledore noticed his gaze, glanced at him, and immediately made him shrink back in shock.

In the hallway at the entrance to the kitchen, William stood behind the corner, motionless.

He couldn't see the scene in the kitchen, and the people inside couldn't see him, but he knew that there must be someone waiting for him to appear... who seemed to have evil intentions.

"Something is wrong, retreat!"

William only slightly noticed that something was wrong, and made a decisive decision: retreat first.

His decisions were decisively robotic.

Stepping gently, stepping back step by step, stepping on the stairs, the door is within reach.

"stop!"

"Come in!"

Before he opened the door, two words came from the kitchen, firm, powerful and unquestionable, but William could hear a hint of age in the voice.

"If I rush out of the door now..."