Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Flitwick wiped his mouth contentedly, a satisfied smile on his face.

He turned his gaze to Donald who was standing beside him, with a kind light in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Children, don't bring such dangerous items into school next time.

Of course, if you have other delicacies, you can also bring them to me to try."

After saying that, he smiled lightly and picked up the remaining food on the table.

He turned around and left the table with brisk steps.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat there in a daze.

Looking at Flitwick's departing back, he felt a little at a loss for a moment.

They looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and secretly admired the peculiarity of Professor Flitwick.

"This Professor Flitwick is really a greedy teacher..."

Ron muttered under his breath.

"I think he is just a pure foodie who doesn't care about anything except eating, and he doesn't even allow us to bring food."

Hermione couldn't help but complain as well.

"That's right, last time I brought a piece of chocolate cake.

He also said I had brought something dangerous and took the cake away.”

Hermione sighed helplessly.

"He even asked us to bring him food, but he couldn't finish it himself. I don't know what he was thinking."

Ron frowned and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Harry also said dissatisfiedly:

"That's right. I finally got something to eat, but it's gone just like that."

They could only look at Donald pitifully.

"Booey--No, why are you looking at me?"

"We didn't look at you."

Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"Booey,--then why are you staring at me?"

Donald asked innocently.

"We were just thinking about what delicious food we should bring to Professor Flitwick next time so that he wouldn't say it's a dangerous item."

Ron said, rubbing his hand under his chin.

"Oh? Really? You didn't blame me?"

Donald wondered in his heart.

Did you all hear what the professor said just now? I don't want to get into trouble later.

But the three little ones obviously still miss Donald's delicious food.

Although I didn't get to eat it, the aroma and Professor Flitwick's praise showed that it was obviously very good.

on the other side

Harry and the others didn't know.

Professor Flitwick did not go straight back to his office, but went to the headmaster's office.

Professor Flitwick was humming a little tune as he walked, in a very happy mood.

He couldn't help laughing as he thought about Dumbledore's expression when he tasted the delicious food.

Finally, he arrived at the principal's office.

"Please come in!"

Accompanied by an old and magnetic voice coming from the room,

Professor Flitwick gently pushed open the heavy wooden door.

In the center of the room, Dumbledore was leaning over the desk, writing furiously, as if he was recording something important.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick, why are you here?"

Dumbledore raised his head, his deep blue eyes looking at the newcomer with interest through his half-moon glasses.

"Here's a new treat for you to try."

Saying,

Professor Flitwick gently placed several plates of steaming, not yet completely cooled delicacies on the table in front of Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, look at this..."

Flitwick handed the plate to Dumbledore.

"What kind of food is this? I remember the elves don't make these."

Dumbledore's long silver beard twitched as he leaned forward slightly, his face full of curiosity.

"This is a dish made by the fox student named Ibrahimovic. I swear I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Professor Flitwick said this with an intoxicated look on his face, as if the delicious food was still lingering in his mouth.

Dumbledore picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

After a moment, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face:

"Hmm...it tastes really good, better than what my elf made."

Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Mm, it is delicious indeed, Professor Flitwick.

But why does Ibrahimovic cook these dishes? "

He put down the cutlery in his hand, crossed his hands, leaned back in his chair, and asked thoughtfully.

Professor Flitwick shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe he has a unique talent for cooking.

Principal, why did you suddenly accept a fox as your student? I have never seen a student like him before. "

Dumbledore smiled and said:

“Every student has his or her own secrets, and we don’t need to ask too much.

The important thing is that he found his place at Hogwarts.

Maybe in the future, he will bring us more surprises.”

Flitwick nodded complacently:

"Haha, I told you, my vision is never wrong!

Let’s ask that child to bring us more food in the future…”

"Well, that's a good suggestion indeed."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Flitwick smiled even more happily when he saw that Dumbledore agreed.

"However, this doesn't seem appropriate. After all, the school has rules."

Dumbledore said suddenly.

The smile on Flitwick's face disappeared instantly.

"What should I do? Will I never be able to eat it again?"

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