days at Hogwarts

The castle was a little deserted at night, but the tiny footsteps and voices of the little wizards broke the desertion. Under the leadership of Hermione, they hurriedly walked out of the portrait hole, went down the stairs, and did not stop when they reached the foyer on the first floor. Follow an underground stone staircase into a wide corridor.

The surroundings were brightly lit by torches, and everywhere was decorated with delightful pictures, chiefly of various kinds of food.

"This is the way to the kitchen...Loren and Dobby both mentioned it." Harry looked around, curious, "What could be more bizarre than Nick asking us to borrow money?"

"Nearly headless Nick wants to lend you his head." Loren, who was being held by Hermione, turned back in time.

"Stop joking." Hermione tugged at him, and several people stopped in front of a painting of a huge silver bowl filled with fruit.

The large green pear in the fruit portrait giggled and bent under Hermione's tickling, turned into a curved door handle, and pushed the door in——

Inside is the Hogwarts kitchen, a large room with a high ceiling. The furnishings are somewhat similar to the Great Hall. Four long dining tables are neatly placed, many gleaming copper pots and basins are neatly stacked, and there is a large brick fireplace. There was still a faint glow of fire left.

Before anyone could see more clearly, two little things quickly ran toward him from the center of the room, screaming:

"Mr. Morgan!"

"Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"

The two of them scrambled and shouted at the top of their lungs, as if they were competing. The elf running in front slammed into Harry's upper abdomen and hugged him tightly.

"Ho ho-"

All the air in Harry's lungs was squeezed out, and his expression was as painful as if his ribs had been broken.

Loren felt a little phantom pain when he saw it. Fortunately, Mai stopped a few meters away from Loren and bowed respectfully, preventing Loren from feeling the feeling of being hit by a catapult.

Dobby buried his head on Harry's belly and screamed: "Dobby has been looking forward and looking forward to seeing Harry Potter, sir, and finally Harry Potter came to see him in person, sir!"

"You... Dobby, let me go first." Harry said with difficulty.

Dobby let go, took a few steps back, and looked up at Harry with a smile on his face, his green eyes the size of tennis balls filled with tears of joy. The bat-like ears and elongated nose twitched merrily.

Only then did the little wizards notice that the two of them were dressed completely different from the other house elves in the kitchen, except for a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.

Dobby wears a teapot warmer on his head with a lot of colorful badges pinned to it. A tie with a horseshoe pattern hangs on his bare chest. He is wearing something similar to a child's football shorts. On his feet are Two mismatched socks.

Wheat's attire has changed a lot from the last time Loren saw him. The felt hat on his head has been replaced by black, the ill-fitting scarf has also been replaced, and the black and white striped vest looks a bit like an aristocratic butler. style. But looking further down, this grace was gone, because Mai was still barefoot and her toes were twitching uneasily.

Sensing Loren's scrutiny, Xiaomai suppressed her smile, lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, and explained in a low voice: "The clothes were given to me by Miss Granger. She said you would like me to dress like this, sir."

Loren glanced at Hermione in surprise, he didn't even know this happened.

"Sometimes I will ask him about the house elves. Telling your name will make him more cooperative." Hermione explained, raising her eyebrows and staring at Xiaomai, "I also asked you to put on shoes and socks, but you Not even wearing socks!”

Xiaomai's head hung lower, and he muttered in a voice so small that he couldn't hear clearly: "Socks... were given by Mr.... Xiaomai can't..."

Loren nodded thoughtfully, smiled gently and said, "It's okay, Mai, you can wear whatever you want."

"It looks good dressed like this, and the way you dressed up when we last met was also very good. In fact, apart from the gift I gave you and the clothes Hermione gave you, I would also like to ask you what do you want to wear?"

The house elf's ears twitched slightly, and he slowly raised his head, looking into those smiling black eyes. His voice trembled but he still mustered up the courage to reply: "I don't know, sir, I think What you gave is very good, Xiaomai likes the gift from Mr.

Hermione took a deep breath and tried to push the Declaration of Independence into his head again.

Loren smiled and did not continue to ask further questions. He turned to look at Hermione: "What is the bizarre incident you want us to see?"

"I know, it's Twinkle!"

Dobby, who was explaining two socks to Harry, replied sharply, his voice full of pride.

"Winky? Is she here too?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yes, sir, yes!"

Dobby grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him across the four long wooden tables and into the kitchen. The house elves passing by were all smiling, bowing and curtsying. They had no clothes and wore tea towels with the Hogwarts logo on them as robes.

The others followed, and Hermione took the time to explain: "I met Winky on the way back to the common room. She was cleaning the frame of Sir Cadogan's picture, but as soon as she saw me she covered her face and ran away. "

"Oh, yes, Mr. Dumbledore said that guests are coming to the castle and ordered us to do a thorough cleaning." Dobby stopped in front of the brick fireplace and pointed out to them, "Winky is right there, look. !”

A thin house elf sat on a stool by the fire. She was wearing a neat little skirt and blouse, and a matching blue hat with two holes in it, revealing Her two big ears. Winky, on the other hand, evidently paid no attention to her clothes; her blouse was splattered with soup stains, and her skirt was burnt black in one spot.

She was so thin that she looked terrifying, with only a thin layer of skin on her bones.

Hermione's eyes flashed with a bit of unbearability. Although Winky was also very thin during the Quidditch World Cup, she was not out of shape at that time. She tentatively asked: "Hello, Winky."

Winky raised her head to look at them, her lips trembled a few times, tears rolled out of her big brown eyes, and then she burst into tears.

"No, Winky, don't cry..." Hermione was stunned and comforted at a loss.

However, Xiaomai and Dobby seemed to be used to this scene. Xiaomai looked up at Loren calmly: "Sir, would you like a cup of hot tea?"

After seeing Loren nod, Xiaomai waved his hands and ran away happily. Dobby's eyes immediately widened, and he felt a little regretful. Why didn't he think of serving tea to Harry Potter?

Wheat's steps were hurried, but his hands were very steady when serving tea. There was a pot of hot milk, cups for several people, and a large plate of biscuits on the silver tray. Loren, Harry and Ron sat down nearby.

Hermione was trying to answer the crying house elf by asking questions, but Winky kept crying to herself and had no intention of paying any attention to Hermione.

"Did anyone at the Ministry mistreat you, Winky?"

"..."

"How is work at Hogwarts?"