Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

In the UK, lunch has always been the most neglected part of the meal.

For most British people, the main meal of the day is actually only dinner. Otherwise, lunch and afternoon tea are just snacks and snack time.

As for breakfast, it is often simply mixed with lunch, which is often called brunch.

As a full-time boarding school, due to the course schedule, although Hogwarts is strictly speaking closer to the traditional Eurasian provision of three meals a day in the morning, lunch and evening, before this, teachers and students The understanding of lunch is actually a temporary hunger filling. Whether it is baked potatoes or sandwiches, as long as you can eat enough.

Of course, lunch at Hogwarts is not a sumptuous and delicious feast.

If Elena remembers correctly, it used to be nothing more than cold meats and cold dishes made with potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, beets, etc., plus fish and chips, and sandwiches with various meat fillings. That’s all.

However, since Elena began to take charge of the Hogwarts kitchen, everything began to look different.

"This is called Beef Wellington. You've never eaten it before." Elena cut off a piece of juicy and fragrant beef and put it on the golden plate in front of Luna with a smile. "The edge of the beef is wrapped with mushroom sauce, and Sliced ​​ham, try it.”

"There is also this butter-baked snail, which is very fragrant." Hannah nodded, scooped out a baked snail and put it on Luna's plate, and said with some hesitation, I don't know if you are used to it, anyway. I love so much. "

"Try this pan-fried cod. Although I occasionally cook it at home, I still think the one at Hogwarts is the best."

On the other side, Hermione simply handed a small plate to Luna.

"By the way, Luna, do you want a salad? I brought you some Caesar salad."

As the two authors of the articles published in this issue, after learning the identity of Luna Lovegood, the three girls quickly became familiar with each other. After all, in the past week, the main letter The reply work is all done by Luna.

After a brief introduction, the girls chatted together very harmoniously without even thinking about the opening remarks.

Seeing such a harmonious and friendly scene among the wings, Elena was naturally very happy.

The only thing that made her a little dissatisfied was that

The Hufflepuff House table was really overly enthusiastic. After learning that Luna was about to join Hogwarts next year, not only Hermione and the others, but almost all the little wizards expressed their feelings towards Luna. Extraordinary interest.

Among them, the most excited ones are the first-year students in the same class as Elena.

After all, under normal circumstances, he and the others would have to wait at least a year before they could experience the feeling of being a senior. It was really a pleasant thing to have a future senior appear at the dinner table in advance.

The most intuitive result of this was that in less than half a minute, the plate in front of Luna was filled with all kinds of food, and the whole little girl was like a rare treasure surrounded by students.

"Okay, okay, that's almost enough. Spread out a little."

Elena raised her eyebrows, with an unhappy look on her face. She stood up and opened her arms like a mother chicken to drive away more and more little wizards around her, mainly the first-grade little chubby chickens. Said unkindly.

"Anyway, Luna will come to Hogwarts every week from now on, and now she can go back to her seat to eat with peace of mind. Also, if I see anyone who dares to put food on Luna's plate again, then all the food on this plate will be To whom does it belong?”

It's obviously her wings, why did she suddenly become everyone's favorite? This kind of situation must be stopped in advance.

Facing Elena's "threat", the little wizards gathered around Luna looked at each other and dispersed.

Since serving as the "Potions Class Representative" and "Hogwarts Chef" for a week, Elena's prestige in the school has gradually been established. At least among the tables in the school auditorium, Elena has She has the same intimidation power as the professors. If she wants to, she can even stop the supply of dishes in a certain table area.

Of course, the person who feels the most obvious about this is definitely not some dumb Hufflepuff "slut".

After all, occasionally enjoying the "spicy" Slytherin House is actually a rare life experience. This kind of house elf "accidentally" getting the wrong ketchup does not happen often.

You know, the greatest tragedy in life is not how much suffering you have endured, but what you have lost.

"That girl is too cautious."

Grindelwald glanced at the boiled potatoes and soulless pale cabbage leaves in front of him. He turned over the beef that was also simply cooked in water with a knife and fork, and a look of laughter appeared on his face.

Not far away, Dumbledore also showed the same bitter smile.

There is no doubt that it is extremely easy for Elena, as the head chef of Hogwarts, to take revenge on three meals a day. The most important thing is, look at Madam Pomfrey’s raised eyebrows. Eyebrow, obviously this is a combo skill.

Even without hearing the conversation between Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore, Grindelwald could still imagine what kind of excuse Elena used to force Dumbledore to accept this tasteless nutritious meal.

Grindelwald sighed and glanced at the pale young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next to him.

"It's so pitiful. Fortunately, the person sitting next to me is not a therapist from the school infirmary."

Regarding Elena's method, Grindelwald had already expected it. This was just the gentlest method. In the eyes of the old wizard, it was more like childish coquettishness and complaint than revenge.

Well, she is indeed his "little granddaughter" and the second generation Dark Lord seed who cherishes each other.

After all, he is still just a child, and even the way he is angry is so cute and full of mistakes.

Grindelwald smiled and shook his head, pushing the food in front of him aside.

then

The old wizard stretched out his hand very naturally, picked up the hearty plate of Hungarian ham and potatoes from Professor Quirrell who was sitting next door, and placed it in front of him calmly.

"Professor Quirrell, let's change."

Grindelwald said calmly, as casually as if he was asking someone to pass the sauce plate.

Quirinascillo blinked and looked at the replaced dishes in confusion.

Gua~