I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

"Which college are you from?"

"Who else could it be?" Hermione was filled with hatred. "Slytherin! Gryffindor! There are two idiots who, even if they engage in an underground duel, they even use dark magic! It's still a curse that is difficult to deal with. magic!"

"You will never believe it, what I saw over there... In just ten minutes, if I hadn't taken the prefects to inspect today, there would have been a vicious curse duel accident in Hogwarts! Pomfret Mrs. Lei said that if that idiot and the unlucky guy came a little later, he would have to eat out of his belly button for the rest of his life!"

Sean dragged his chin and thought for a while: "Eating with your belly button? That should be a mute curse, but it seems that the person who cast the spell is not very proficient in it? There is a high probability that the other person's mouth is physically muted. This is common. There is a problem with casting, and the wrong forbidden curse will also cause certain backlash - the guy who cast the curse should now have a mouth on his belly?"

Hermione listened to him explain the various aspects of this dark magic, and held her forehead with a headache: "That's right, I forgot that you are the master of dark magic - as the president of the Boys' Student Union, you didn't go on inspection with me. ! If you were anywhere, you probably wouldn’t need to bother Madam Pomfrey!”

Sean smiled. While the other party was working, he was cultivating a relationship with Daisy in the Room of Requirement and wearing stockings.

Xiao Baihua probably also thought of this, she could not help but lower her head secretly.

However, the student leader who had just dealt with a black magic duel accident, her best friend and colleague is a top black magic master - to be precise, the strongest black magician in Hogwarts...

This thing is quite gray and humorous...

All kinds of delicacies appeared out of thin air on the golden plates. Due to the increase in foreign students, the Hogwarts kitchen has added a lot of foreign dishes. This has made people who have never been interested in "British cuisine" Sean felt great pleasure.

The same goes for Hermione, but she likes to try new things.

Taking a portion of baked snails, which Daisy had never dared to eat, Hermione picked out the snail meat and asked, "What did you two do this afternoon?"

Sean, who had been prepared for a long time, followed Hermione's example and took a piece of baked snails as usual, and said easily: "I went to check the teaching content of this Sunday's club meeting again, and I'm going to teach them the Patronus Charm. It’s—well, to be precise, it’s Daisy’s teaching, I haven’t even learned it myself.”

Hermione didn't doubt his presence and just nodded: "Indeed, Daisy's Patronus Charm is unique in the entire Hogwarts."

Xiao Baihua puffed up her chest proudly: "That's not the case!"

"Please don't be proud, Miss Potter. You made two small mistakes in the last Transfiguration assignment that shouldn't have happened at all! Professor McGonagall asked you to go back and review." Hermione was like a strict teacher. , what he is best at is calming down students with raised little tails.

Daisy immediately retracted her head. Normally she would have dared to talk or act coquettishly, but now it was dinner time, and she couldn't even get a piece of dessert if Hermione was annoyed.

Hermione was very satisfied with Xiao Baihua's attitude. After taking a bite of the snail, she frowned slightly: "I've also eaten baked snails... but it doesn't seem to taste like this..."

Hearing this, Sean also forked a piece and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. After a while, he also frowned and spat out the snail meat in his mouth: "It's not that it seems, but something is indeed wrong."

The baked snails this time had a strong earthy smell that was almost inedible.

The flavor of leftover ingredients such as parsley and butter is not light, but it still cannot be concealed.

Daisy also came over curiously and took a piece from Sean's plate. She spat it out as soon as she put it in her mouth: "Ouch - it tastes terrible."

"Did you fail to deal with the snail?" Hermione said with a frown.

Sean nodded: "The cleaning steps are not enough, and it is probably not blanched, otherwise it would not have such a strong smell - it is strange."

At this time, there were also many students like Sean and others who tried baked snails and then immediately vomited them out.

"Wow, this smells terrible!"

"Is this what French famous dishes taste like?"

"Impossible! In Paris, a restaurant like this would close down immediately," said a curly-haired boy with a French accent.

Sean tried two other portions of food. The medium-rare steak and the equally problematic fried fish were both normal.

"The other dishes all taste good-" Sean became confused.

All food in Hogwarts is prepared by house elves, and Sean, who can come and go in the kitchen freely, also knows the working process of this group of elves - the work of each house elf is basically fixed, and every day A house-elf is good at cooking any kind of dish, even if his only job is to prepare it.

Moreover, before the dishes are served, the head waiter will often check all the dishes today to ensure that there will be no problems.

There was only one problem with one dish, which proved that there was something wrong with the two house elves who were responsible for the preparation and final inspection of the baked snails.

This situation rarely happens, because house elves pride themselves on serving wizards. Let alone serious food problems, even a little grease on the plate is unlikely to occur.

However, this group of house elves have served Hogwarts for so long, and it is normal for problems to arise occasionally.

At this time, some students in the auditorium spoke loudly and dissatisfied: "This snail is not food for humans at all. What kind of house elf made it?"

Hermione, who was a little regretful because of the problem with the baked snails, was completely unhappy. She immediately stood up and said, "Classmate, please sit down. This is not food poisoning. It's just that the taste of the dishes is a bit different from the traditional taste." Just coming in and out.”

The student who was speaking turned his head unsatisfied. When he saw that he was the newly appointed president of the female student union and had recently caught many "criminal elements", he immediately turned off the fire and sat down in his seat.

Hermione scanned the whole place majestically, but her tone became gentler: "The other food is still delicious. This is just an attempt. The house elves also want to let everyone taste more dishes. I I don’t want anyone to use this to put pressure on them.”

Sean listened silently and said nothing. Hermione had never given up on her ultimate goal of liberating the house elves, but this time she handled it well.

Hermione's original thoughts were quite extreme and she didn't even consider the house elf's own thoughts. In the past, she was afraid that she would have directly blamed the student.

However, this time she only acted seriously and did not use an accusatory tone, and she also used a gentler way of speaking in her subsequent explanations.

Moreover, Sean also recognized her remarks. It was just a mistake and did not need to be blamed. If the house elf who made the mistake heard someone yelling at them in the auditorium, he would probably bang his head against the wall again. .

Hermione's reputation is still very high now. After what she said, everyone just stopped touching the baked snails, and no one publicly accused the house elf of his mistakes.

"How much do house elves get paid..." Hermione sat down and muttered quietly.

Sean laughed. This salary was imposed by Dumbledore, otherwise those house elves wouldn't even be willing to ask for the money.

"Sean—" Hermione turned her head.

"Um?"

"You are familiar with them. When the house elves are processing the remaining ingredients tonight, they will definitely find something wrong with the baked snails. Then they will harm themselves again - can you go and persuade them?" Hermione said in a begging tone. .

Sean readily agreed, just in time to go and see what was going on.

After the interlude, the dinner went on smoothly.

After that, Hermione still had to do her daily inspection, so Sean and Daisy walked towards Hufflepuff's dormitory.

The kitchen was hidden in the stone corridor leading to Hufflepuff. Sean, who was familiar with the way, found the painting of hanging fruits, and then gently scratched the pear in the painting.

The pear chuckled and then turned into a green doorknob.

After knocking on the door, a sharp voice immediately sounded inside: "Please come in!"

Sean opened the door, and immediately an extremely noisy sound came out.

"It's over! It's over! The new dishes are messed up!"

"There was a lot of snail meat that was spat out on those dinner plates!"

“There are still a lot of baked snails left untouched!”

"What happened! What happened!"

"Oh my God! This is a disgrace to the whole Hogwarts kitchen house elves!"

There was a mess in the kitchen, with many house elves screaming and screaming around the recycled leftovers, and some even burst into tears: "My great-grandmother's great-grandmother's great-grandmother! She once served Hutch Mrs. Patch served! This is a huge disgrace!”

It seems that all the house elves have discovered the problem with the baked snails this time.

Polis, who was sitting alone at the corner of the table wiping tears, saw the person walking in. He screamed in despair: "It's the respectful Mr. Wallop!"

The other house elves also looked over, and then they all made desperate sounds: "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's Mr. Wallop!"

"Mr. Wallop must have also eaten that baked snail. His precious stomach and Jingui's tongue suffered unimaginable damage!"

"Mr. Wallop is here to deliver an ultimatum! Oh my God, we are going to be kicked out of Hogwarts!"

Sean \u0026 Daisy: "..."

Where does this all go... The house elves' brain-feeding abilities are a little too strong.

Sean stepped forward helplessly: "Hey guys, I'm just here to greet you as a routine, don't overthink it, okay?"

The house elves all turned to look at him, and then cried loudly: "Mr. Wallop asked us not to have any more unnecessary illusions, and prepare to pack our bags and get out!"

"But I don't have any luggage..."

"Wow-" They cried even harder.

Sean reluctantly pulled Polis, who was crying the most fiercely: "Hey, man, hey, Polis!"

Under his forced shaking, Polis, who fell into despair, finally realized that Sean was calling him.

However, he did not reply immediately. Instead, he knelt down with tears streaming down his face and hugged Sean's pants: "Dear, respectful Mr. Wallop! It's all Polis's fault this time. I should have discovered this." Huge mistake!”

He raised his head and looked at Sean with eyes like huge light bulbs of despair: "Please decide how to punish Polis! This is all because of Polis!"

"Boris..." Sean reluctantly wanted to interrupt.

But Polis cried out louder and louder in pain: "I know! I know! I don't deserve Mr. Wallop's friendship and respect! This is all my own fault!"

"It's not that serious..."

He saw Polis jumping down from the corner of the table, crying and preparing to hit his head against the wall.

Sean had no choice but to grab the other person's neck: "Calm down and listen to me, Polis, or you will really lose my friendship."

Polis immediately stopped crying.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, then carried Polis and said to all the house elves: "I know what happened, and the principal and professors also know..."

The house elves were crying again.

"But!" Sean said immediately. "We all know who did this, and there will be no punishment for you, whether it's expulsion or confinement. Professor McGonagall also asked me to tell everyone that I hope you can make delicious food as always tomorrow. Here comes the delicacies.”

It took some effort to convince these house elves, who were prone to thinking that they had made a huge mistake, that Sean was not lying to them.

When the house elves gradually recovered, Sean looked at Polis: "Hey, man, this matter has something to do with you, but please believe me, this is just a small thing!"

"Don't look at me like that, it's really a trivial matter!"

It took a long time, and both Sean and Daisy were thirsty. Polis finally stopped crying and was half leaning against the sink in despair.

"Poliss, this is not like a mistake you would make." Polis is the kitchen foreman and is responsible for checking the dishes before they are served.

Polis looked downcast: "I was careless and didn't notice such a serious accident."

"It's not big actually, it's just a few dishes missing." Sean spread his hands and walked into the kitchen with Daisy.

After conveying the meaning of Hermione and Professor McGonagall seriously, all the house elves put the hanging stone back into their hearts.

Pulling Polis into the corner, Sean asked curiously: "What happened?"

"The house elf who was responsible for blanching the snails was Jackson. He said that his work was completed, but when we checked, it was clearly a dish accident that would have occurred without blanching! This is also directly related to me, I've been slacking off too much lately, and..."

Sean waved his hand to indicate that the other party did not need to take all the responsibility on himself, and he asked doubtfully: "Are you sure you have boiled it?"

Polis replied: "He's sure, but we don't know, but..."

Sean knew what the other person was going to say, house elves wouldn't lie.