Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Wow, this little owl is so cute, it looks like a rare eagle owl."

"Do you see if it's not awake? It's confused, it looks a little silly Hey."

"Hum, since it fell into my hands, its race has changed to a Scottish round-faced fat chicken."

On the side of the long table at Hufflepuff College, three girls form a circle, whispering to a trembling little owl on the table, reaching out curiously from time to time to touch the head of the small animal.

The entire hunting process ended in less than ten seconds. In the face of the long-term small-scale meat-eating raptor, the Reserve Grain Vika, this brash little guy showed little defiance and was easily relaxed. Caught in front of Irene.

Elena took a closer look. It was a subspecies eagle owl she hadn't known before.

This little owl has a flatter head than a normal round-faced fat chicken. It dazzles and looks a bit like an eagle's head. It is extra compact, and it is slightly smaller than her reserve grain.

The little claws of the little thing were a little nervous, clutching a thick parchment envelope about the size of its body, squatting on the dining table, trembling.

On its neck, a string of orange-red carrot-shaped fruit was skewered with a few letters on it. Elena raised her eyebrows and raised the carrot to curiously recognize the handwriting.

"C, H, S ... eh?"

Suddenly, Elena's complexion changed, she drew her fingers back quickly, narrowly avoiding the beak pecking at her index finger.

Goo ~ Goo ~ Goo Goo!

The little owl jumped back and forth staggeringly, avoiding Elena's fingers, spreading her wings, and groaning like a demonstration against the human in front of him, a super fierce look that no one would enter.

Goo! ⊙ ▽ ⊙?

Snapped! (# ＝ ▽ ＝)!

Before waiting for Elena to do anything, the reserve grain crouching on Elena ’s shoulder screamed angrily, and flew quickly to the dining table, her tan wings raised high, and she slapped the little owl down with no effort. Use claws to press it firmly onto the plate.

The package under the paws of the little owl fell to the side of the table and was picked up by Elena.

Goo goo goo! ! !

As Elena picked up the package, the little owl-headed owl suddenly seemed to be crazy, struggling violently, and flipped the goblet on the dining table two or three at a stretch, with a terrible anger 'S cry.

It's a pity that no matter it is in physique or strength, it is too far away from the reserve grain. No matter how it struggles, it can't break free of the reserve grain.

"Yo, isn't his temper small, this little guy."

Elena chuckled unconsciously, and she suddenly wondered what kind of wizard family could produce such a little owl that had more iron than Hannah.

Subconsciously squeezed the package on his hand, no strange protrusions inside.

In fact, to be precise, it is better to tie a thick parchment envelope with a colorful magazine with a thick rope instead of a package.

Untied the rope, and the girl flipped back and forth to look at the front and back of the envelope. There was no information about the sender on the cover, just a line written with a thick feather pen dipped in black ink.

[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore (closed)]

"Huh, really it was a letter to Dumbledore."

Elena pouted, throwing the envelope in her hand aside with interest.

The decision that Dumbledore publicly expressed his willingness to answer questions in the newspaper was actually one of the countermeasures she proposed to Dumbledore in the Slytherin public lounge a month ago.

As the principal of Hogwarts and the most powerful wizard in the entire magic world, Dumbledore's voice in the entire Gu Lingge incident cannot be too loud, but if it is completely silent, it is too doubtful.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly the safest way to answer some questions selectively according to the caliber of the Ministry of Magic.

But Elena was not interested in helping Dumbledore investigate which envelopes were safe. You know, even non-magic circles have mail attacks, not to mention mysterious magic circles. Attaching a few evil spells in the envelope, or some strange prohibited dangerous items, is normal in the magic world.

"So, next ..."

Elena returned her gaze back to the center of the dinner plate, still showing a sad smile on the struggling eagle-headed little owl, reaching out her fingers and groping for a moment on its tiny body.

Unsurprisingly, like most round-faced fat chickens, although it looks like a fluffy one, there are not many edible parts inside. I do n’t know whether it is because it is too young or the meal is usually small. The little owl was obviously malnourished.

If the reserve grain can barely stew a soup in an insulated pot, then this little thing is estimated to be too much water in the stewed half-pot soup. In other words, even the meat of the stupid sparrow in autumn More than it.

But as the old saying goes, mosquito legs are meat even when they are small-you know, without accident, it may be difficult to eat decent poultry in the next week or even a semester.

"Wait, Elena, you wouldn't think ... you wake up, this is an owl raised by someone else's house."

Hannah gave Elena a careful look and asked with some uncertainty.

In her impression, when Hagrid salvaged the mutated fish in the Black Lake yesterday, the same expression also appeared on Elena's face, with a little excitement and a terrible smile in that sadness.

It is with this expression, in the shocked and terrified eyes of everyone, including Hagrid, Elena skillfully demonstrated to all the wizards on the venue how to stun a lively big fish-except Scale-broken belly-dirty-cut into pieces, waiting for a series of basic team cooking preparations.

As a result, it is estimated that half of the little wizards had Elena waving a kitchen knife in her dream last night.

"No, no, you guessed it wrong. I swear I have never thought about removing this scottish round-faced fat chicken and removing offal, and then putting **** slices, chives and mushrooms in hot water ~ www. ltnovel.com ~ Add a little cooking wine and salt and white sugar to taste, cover and simmer for half an hour on low heat. "

Elena slipped the saliva she was about to leave. The light in her eyes became brighter and brighter. In the expression of poor little Hannah about to cry, she continued, "Of course, I never thought of washing and cutting directly In small pieces, throw it in the mixed egg liquid and wrap it in a circle, then dip it in bread crumbs, put it in a pan and fry it until it is golden on both sides, remove it and sprinkle with a little coarse salt. "

"First, it ’s an owl, not a fat chicken. Secondly, I ’m not as easy to be tricked by you as Hannah. From the beginning, I did n’t think you would think about eating it. Otherwise, reserve grain early It ’s eaten by you. "

Hermione corrected it seriously, then shrugged indifferently. "In fact, I am more interested in the book under the envelope than the little owl, the one I haven't seen before. This new magazine. "

"Oh, no, I really want to show you today ..."

Elena narrowed her eyes when she felt the authority was provoked twice. She lifted the claws of the little owl and inadvertently swept through the colorful magazine that Hermione was paying attention to.

I did n’t pay attention to the picture on the cover, but now I looked closely. It seems to be a badly drawn cartoon of Albus Dumbledore. Elena still relies on the old man ’s long white beard and half-moon eyes from.

I saw Dumbledore standing in front of Hogwarts Castle, in front of him was a hill piled with gold gallons, countless goblins bowed at his feet.

The title of the comic is: "How long can powerful Dumbledore cover up the truth?" 》

"Huh ?!" Elena shuddered and smiled wide-eyed before.

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Goo ~