Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

"Sorry, it's class time now."

Looking at the two old men who appeared at the door of the classroom, Snape stood unmoved and said with an indifferent expression.

"As you can see, students are doing hands-on work. Without a good reason, I don't think leaving the classroom at this time is the right choice."

There is an unwritten rule in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During class time, professors of each subject have absolute control over the classroom. Even the principal cannot change or interrupt the teaching content at will. This is why all curriculum adjustments need to be made. Implementation can only be carried out after the consent of professors in each subject.

As he spoke, Snape glanced at the silver-haired little witch standing on the right side of the podium from the corner of his eye and raised his eyebrows.

With the sudden appearance of Dumbledore, the "Unbreakable Vow" light mark on Elena's hand quickly dissipated and disappeared like a frightened little animal, as if everything just now was just a dazzle of Snape's eyes. Same.

At this time, Elena was holding her hands behind her back obediently, quietly gathering up the porcupine quills scattered on the floor with her tiptoes and kicking them under the table to hide them, as if she was a weak and pitiful person who was being scolded. Helpless little witch.

There is no doubt that because of the unexpected visit of these two "guests", Elena Kaslana quickly restrained her temper before she could explode - although in Snape's view, even if it was There is nothing to worry about when there are noisy students. Over the years, he has become very skilled in handling such situations.

"Of course, in fact, we only need a very brief moment of your time."

The first-generation Dark Lord, who hurried to the classroom, nodded politely and glanced over the piles of snails, parsley, butter, and cheese in the classroom, revealing a helpless sense of familiarity in his eyes.

"It is said that you collected some ingredients in the kitchen before, and then went to the Forbidden Forest to catch snails with the little guys... So Albus and I guessed that you might need a little help."

As Grindelwald spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Elena, who had her hands behind her back obediently, and at the pile of debris on the ground that was gradually being kicked under the table. He felt that his left shoulder seemed to be aching again. .

The young man who teaches Potions has no idea that if he and Albus Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, he might not be able to stand and speak now - the poor employees of the Austrian Ministry of Magic have already It was proved with her body that at such a close distance, Elena, who was calculating mentally but not intentionally, was almost invincible.

The kitchen pays for ingredients? !

Leading a team to catch snails in the Forbidden Forest? !

Snape's face froze, why did these news spread so quickly.

These idle old guys wouldn't just go around the castle collecting all kinds of gossip, right?

"No, I can handle this."

Snape snorted, frowned and waved his hands, and said coldly with a straight face, "As for the questions you asked, they are just normal course schedule adjustments. I will report to Professor Dumbledore later. .”

Ever since he met Hagrid near the Forbidden Forest, Snape knew that this matter probably couldn't be kept secret. After all, the game guard with a loud mouth and a rough voice had always been lax.

In comparison, Snape was even more annoyed by the interruption of the class.

"As I said, now is not the right time. As a Potions Master, I am much busier than both of you."

Snape pointed at the young wizards in the classroom and said in his low, slightly sarcastic tone.

"I have not the slightest doubt that if I took my eyes off the classroom even for a moment, they could blow themselves up into the sky - John Garland, take your cauldron off the fire! I'm here I can already smell the paste!”

Before he finished speaking, Snape suddenly yelled, which frightened a certain Hufflepuff boy who had been looking at the podium in a daze. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the cauldron away, and then...

Ping ping pong!

Bang!

"Ah~ it's so hot! Oooh!"

As expected, another clumsy burnt person appeared.

And Héros Growa, who was sitting next to John Garland and in his group, quickly jumped out of her chair and cleverly avoided the crucible rolling down the table to avoid being harmed.

However, the little wizards at the next table who were still watching the fun were not so lucky. The hot metal cauldron hit the instep of Vanessa Wilder, knocking the poor Ravenclaw eagle out of the sky instantly. He woke up from his fugue state.

Vanessa Wild's empty eyes were startled, and then she screamed in pain. She hugged her little Jiojio and fell to the side. The chair that the little witch had overturned hit the table behind her and made a sound. A jarring crash.

The cauldron on the girl's table shook, creaked, and suddenly tilted to the side. The boiling soup water used to cook the snails splashed out of the cauldron. The water flow began to spread along the floor and tabletop, and soon stirred up again. There was a series of exclamations and chain reactions.

The classroom suddenly became chaotic again.

"Idiot! Idiot! Did you use all your dragon skin gloves to make soup?! Get out of the way!"

Snape roared loudly, with the long hem of his black wizard robe flying, he pulled out his wand and ran quickly from the podium, leaving the two old men alone at the door - he had no time to chat with the two old guys now. , God knows what will happen to those little guys.

For some reason, Snape felt as if he had been cursed, and one bad thing happened one after another.

From this morning to now, nothing has gone according to his ideas.

"...Dragon leather gloves...making soup?"

Hearing Snape's strange metaphor, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his eyes passed over a lot of ingredients in the Potions classroom, and finally his eyes fell on the innocent-looking white-haired dumpling, feeling a little headache. He rubbed his brows.

There is no doubt that after Rubeus Hagrid almost turned into the "Black Lake Fisherman", Elena, the third generation Dark Lord Kaslana, started to lead one of his professors astray again, and It was Severus Snape, the Potions Master with the most determined character who had high hopes from Albus Dumbledore.

It seems that in the future, one or two house elves may need to be arranged to follow Miss Kaslana at all times to prevent her from doing anything surprising again - at the very least, at least he can be informed of it as soon as possible. Whatever happened, I wouldn't have to clean up the mess in confusion like every time before.

Facing the messy Potions classroom, as well as the students' panicked shouts and confused eyes, Dumbledore sighed helplessly, slowly took out his wand, and shrugged at Grindelwald beside him. Shrugging, he said softly.

"Well, Mr. Apokalis, let's help too. You go and help treat the children."

"No problem, I'm the therapist at Hogwarts. Isn't this one of my responsibilities?"

After taking a look at the vibrant classroom, Grindelwald shook his head happily. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is indeed much more interesting than Nurmengard Castle - if that white-haired dumpling can do things while , just don’t take him with you all the time.

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goo~

This is Chapter 1.

Whenever I go to the zoo and see the cute little animals, I get inspired and inspired. This time, it’s no surprise!

I want to update more than three chapters (shock!) and pay off all the owed updates at once!

Zhang said that the update plan is still in progress! ——If it reaches 24 chapters in [-] hours, more chapters will be added.

PS: Dear chubby chickens with round faces, have you expressed your love to the lovely [Elena Kaslana] today?