Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"" Singing Contrary "? Well ... I haven't seen a magazine before. I swear I haven't read this one in the Lijian Bookstore."

Hermione with a slight reading addiction? Granger looked sideways at the book held by Elena, her face full of curiosity and desire for knowledge, and hesitated for a few seconds before shaking Elena's arm , "Can you lend it to me when you finish reading it?"

"Of course." Elena nodded and rolled up the magazine in her hand to the eager little beaver, her eyes still resting on the little owl, thoughtfully.

As long as you know the result, and then carry out the pre-related inference, it will undoubtedly be much easier.

There is no doubt that since Luna ’s mother ’s death, the economic conditions of the Lovegood family have not been too good. This can be seen from the dress of Luna and Mr. Lovegood, as well as the accessories.

As a family of wizards, they do n’t even have enough funds to support them to go to Sweden to find the ethereal crooked snorkel-if the poverty of the Weasleys comes from too many children, then the poverty of the Lovegood family Mainly from too many dreams.

"So, these three letters should be the abbreviation of the snorkel. If it is not because it is only in 1991, I almost thought it was Simplified Chinese." The owl grabbed and touched the CHS engraved on the "carrot necklace" and raised his eyebrows.

With psychological preparation, Elena, who has rich practical experience, naturally knows what position to use to grasp the round-faced fat chicken, so that she can not be pecked by these delicious little animals-just pinch the back neck feathers Under the tender meat, fingers spread out in a triangle, and slightly against the wide head bones of the round-faced fat chicken, you can easily subdue these grumpy small raptors.

The little owl that fell again in Elena's hands struggled a little or two, and quickly calmed down, as if she had lost her dream in front of the cruel world, and hung it in the girl's hands.

"Look, in fact, this little owl is still very obedient. It's just that the response is a bit slower. I just didn't receive the kindness I sent out, right? Simplified Chinese?"

Elena turned her head towards the worried Hannah Aibo smiled sweetly and explained easily, the last sentence was to the little owl in her hand.

"Simplified Chinese, am I right?" Elena turned her wrist and looked at the little owl's watery eyes, shaking it again, revealing a gentle smile, and repeated it again.

Goo?

The little owl raised his head blankly, opened his mouth, and shouted timidly.

"Not bad, very smart ~" Elena nodded in satisfaction. The little owl raised by Luna's family will definitely be a lot smarter than the Zhu Weiqiong after Ron, otherwise the family's degree of confusion, ordinary The little things can't live long ago.

Elena subconsciously picked up a silver kitchen knife and compared it. Well, it was wrong.

In the horrified gaze of the little owl, Elena quickly put down her knife and grabbed a small piece of bread that had just been rewarded from the mouth of the reserve grain next to it. He said softly, "Simplified Chinese, are you hungry? Come on, my sister will feed you something."

Goo ... The little owl looked at the smiling owl in the distance and nodded slowly.

Goo. QAQ

Click, click, click ...

Snapped!

"Go back to your mind, hurry and have breakfast. You will have to go to Hagrid to continue training after a while."

With a glance at "Simplified Chinese", which gradually became well-behaved with the help of grain reserves, Elena raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of Hannah's eyes, while reaching out to grab a bowl of mashed potatoes that had just appeared on the table , Carefully season for the second time.

As the number one staple food in England, no matter how Elena harms the kitchen, even if there is a large-scale famine, the cheap and nutritious crop of potatoes is bound to be one of the few foods that lasts until the last minute.

Some people even said that potatoes are the soul of all European dinners. Just like ginger, scallion, and garlic are the soul of all Chinese food, European dinners without potatoes are without souls.

The mashed potatoes provided by Hogwarts Kitchen is a fairly common European-style practice. In simple terms, after the potatoes are cooked in white water, they are taken out to peel, mashed with a rice spoon, and then added butter, fresh Milk, pepper, salt, and a little mixing and seasoning is over.

This simple and rude cooking result is obviously unacceptable to Elena who is pursuing gourmet food. It just happens that there are some condiments and ingredients on the table, so she can barely try to put the plain potato in front of her. The taste of mud is slightly improved and improved, after all, even the soul is interesting and boring.

"Wait ... you?"

Noting the words in Elena ’s mouth, Hannah raised her head subconsciously and repeated her frowns once, looking at the white-haired ball in front of her with light blue eyes, “Do n’t say, today Elena, you do n’t go with us [ "Witcher Basic Skills Training" course? "

"Well, no. According to Professor Dumbledore, due to the impact of the partial sequela that hit my body curse, for the next period of time, I need to temporarily cultivate and observe ... well, in him My photo, watching,

Oh, protect, below. "

As she said, Elena pouted her lips without leaving traces ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ bulged her cheeks, humming with dissatisfaction.

In the final analysis, it was the spicy old radish Dumbledore who was suspicious all day long. He always suspected that such a lovely first-year little wizard of hers would like to make big news and found a reason to monitor her.

"Sequelae of Curse ?! Is it serious? Can it be cured! Does it still hurt ?!"

Hearing Elena's words, a little panic appeared on Little Hannah's face, and hurried over, reaching out to hold Elena's face, and looked around with concern.

Almost one-third of his childhood was Hannah who grew up in the broken cauldron tavern? Aibo has heard too much about the curse. In the chatting of those drinkers, there are many The terrible consequences of the curse, and countless cases of tragic wizards.

"Is there still a wound on Elena? Where? Who is it?"

At the same time, Hermione, who was still reading "The Singing Contrast", also quickly put down the magazine in her hand. Xing's eyes glared slightly, and her small hands carefully kneaded on Elena's arms and shoulders.

Prior to this, Hermione thought that the so-called Elena's injury was an exaggerated rumor. After all, when she saw her in the morning, she didn't look scarred.

"Okay, okay, don't you both make such a fuss! Acridine! Don't touch my waist!"

Looking at the delicate small round face close to her, and feeling the fingers swiping from the waist arm, Elena's cheek was slightly red, and she broke free quickly, and picked up the spoon and finished the second seasoning from the hand. Two large pieces of mashed potatoes came out and were stuffed into the mouths of the two left and right little loli respectively.

"Elena, don't you want to use this trick to start a conversation ..."

Hermione said vaguely with a bulging mouth, and suddenly opened her eyes, "Here, this mashed potatoes!"

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Goo ~