HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Needless to say, the results of the divination showed that Professor Trelawney was still good at divination. Everyone who gathered around looked at the sun shining brightly in the crystal ball and expressed their congratulations to Till.

In the corner, a boy who heard the commotion covered his head even more, and cried sadly to his companion: "Wow, Professor Trelawney's divination is right, so in the final exam, my potions science will be really good." It would be disqualified, right?”

"Don't be like this, Finn, even if it hadn't been for this divination, you wouldn't have passed the mark in Potions." The companion considered his words and tried to comfort his friend who was crying sadly.

Finn raised his head, glanced at his companion with his red eyes, then lowered his head and cried louder.

The cries in the corner were not heard by Tier and the others, and Tier's good mood lasted until after class.

A class at Hogwarts lasts for one and a half hours, and it is already lunch time.

Teal held his textbook and questions and listened to Professor Trelawney talking to him apologetically: "I'm so sorry, Miss Emery, if you don't mind, can you have lunch with me? The house elf will take the lunch Sent here."

Professor Trelawney rarely went to the dining hall, or Teal had not seen her a few times in the dining hall for more than two years since he had been enrolled. Even at the opening banquet and the year-end banquet, she just stayed in her own little tower.

Till glanced at Mgina who was guarding the door and refused with a smile: "If you don't mind me disturbing your lunch break, maybe I can come over after lunch?"

"Lunch break? Although I usually like to recover my consumed talents during lunch break, but..." Professor Trelawney held her hands in front of her chest, showing an embarrassed expression, but in the end she nodded and agreed to Till's request. Suggestion, "But I don't have class in the afternoon. You are welcome to come and discuss the mysteries of divination with me."

Till thanked him again, and after leaving the classroom, he and Mgina quickly walked down the spiral staircase: "I'm really hungry. I wonder if there will be more novel food today."

"Are you referring to the herb grilled chicken legs that appeared the day before yesterday, or the blueberry dip sandwich from last week?" Mgina curled her lips, really avoiding these two foods, "What's wrong with the house elves? They are always making these lately. Come up with some weird food.”

Mgina used to admire house elves because they could always perfectly combine their favorite foods.

But not recently. Mgina's favorite food always appears on every long table in a very strange combination.

If it weren't for the fact that many students couldn't accept it, Mgina would have thought that the house elves were working against her.

Unlike the rejection of many people, Thiel accepted these combinations well and gave very high evaluations several times.

"Haha, let's go quickly. I have to go back to find Professor Trelawney after lunch." Teal smiled and pushed M'gina who was still savoring the weird food. "Do you want to come with me?"

Mgina quickened her pace and pulled Tier through the crowd quickly. When she saw Tonks in front of her, she jumped high and waved her hand: "No, Tonks and I made an appointment to go to the stadium together. She also has to train at noon today. Woolen cloth."

"What a pity. If I had finished quickly, I would have gone to find you." Due to different course schedules and different learning tasks, after the third grade, the time that Till and his friends spent studying together was greatly reduced. Occasionally, they made some after-school arrangements. , it is also difficult to come across one.

However, this does not affect our friendship. It does not mean that friendship can be maintained only by being together all the time.

The brief but real time Tiel spent with everyone was enough - especially after months of dueling competitions, these interactions were precious.

The three friends met in the crowd and squeezed all the way to the long Ravenclaw table. After sitting down, Mgina looked at the plate of green mixed with purple that happened to appear in front of her... similar to beef stew, and fell into deep thought. : "Is our house elf really still working normally?"

"Maybe it tastes delicious?" Tier patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly, brought the plate of beef stew in front of him, and then pushed a plate of normal roasted chicken legs in front of Mgina, "Try this roasted chicken Chicken drumsticks, you can’t go wrong with this.”

As he spoke, Till cut off a piece of beef with a knife and fork, carefully put it into his mouth, and then smoothly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, his eyes showing deep thought.

Well, it’s a combination that even Till can’t accept.

Seeing this, the people around him tacitly bypassed the other beef stews on the table and chose food that they usually eat without problems for lunch.

At the professor's chair, Professor Dumbledore happens to be a person who likes to try new food. Teal had tasted several plates of food that he thought were delicious. Professor Dumbledore also ate them all amidst the incomprehensible expressions of his colleagues.

At this moment, he also chose a plate of beef stew. He subconsciously glanced at Tier's reaction, but he didn't expect that Tier would not be able to support this plate of beef stew today.

Professor Dumbledore held up his knife and fork for a moment, wondering whether he should take action.

"What? Didn't the principal say before he came that he would try more new things?" Professor Snape didn't like to try new things. He had been choosing the steak and omelette he was used to eating these days. He couldn't help but laugh at this. .

Of course, he did not ignore Till's movements over there. After all, watching Till try something new with Professor Dumbledore was an entertainment activity on their professor's bench.

Generally speaking, Professor Dumbledore would taste food that was acceptable to Tyr.

Professor Snape took a bite of the medium-rare steak and looked at Professor Dumbledore who still couldn't eat it in a particularly good mood: "It's not a good habit to waste food. This is what you said."

Professor Dumbledore's beard moved. If he remembered correctly, these words were spoken by Professor Snape after he tasted a small bite of the blueberry dip sandwich at the breakfast table a few days ago. At that time, Dumbledore The professor himself spoke highly of the blueberry dip sandwich.

After all, Teal was one step ahead of him and had already eaten a sandwich, so he was relieved.

Professor Dumbledore sighed deeply, gritted his teeth and took a bite of beef stew that was either sour or sweet, salty and bitter.

"Of course, wasting food... is certainly not a good habit." Professor Dumbledore's words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

Professor Snape was in a good mood. After eating the steak and omelette, he took a cup of Gordigon tea and savored it carefully.

When he was in a good mood, even the terrible-tasting Gordig root tea made Professor Snape smile while drinking it.

Professor Dumbledore didn't know how he managed to finish such a large portion of beef stew. Anyway, as he walked slowly back to the office, he felt that his tongue was numb.

He even felt like he was hallucinating. Countless pieces of beef stew were surrounding him. Every corner along the way, beef stew was staring at him.

There is nothing more painful than this, and not having sugar for a week is more comfortable than this.

Professor Dumbledore held his stomach, his steps futile.