"Ahh--" Fred rubbed his nose and accidentally sneezed at the pineapple-coconut pie in George's hand.

George put the pie on his face.

Charlie didn't change his face and took the opportunity to spill the sweet soup in front of him, making the little wizards around him stunned. Percy observed the situation and secretly picked up a few small tomatoes and threw them in, trying to avenge the twins' ubiquitous mischief...

The result was the pumpkin soup in front of Fred.

Nearby Gryffindor suffered, and now the entire auditorium suffered, and almost everyone in the hemispherical area with a radius of three meters centered on Fred's position had some food scraps hanging on their bodies.

Even the candles floating in the sky were knocked out.

At the long Slytherin table farthest from Gryffindor, the little snakes all had mocking expressions on their faces, and it was not difficult to see that perhaps a large part of them were thinking \'Oh, the rude baboons of Gryffindor. \'

Until a small meatball crossed the table of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and hit a small snake in the face, "What?! How dare you!"

Slytherin House enters the battlefield.

Professor Snape on the stage also had a mocking expression, but what he was thinking might be \'Oh, they are all a group of rude baboons\', Professor Snape treated them equally, and in terms of satirizing people, it was fair.

Professor McGonagall stood up, flicked his dark green cloak embroidered with a toad-shaped lion, and used his wand to stop a few cakes in the air, trying to stop the daily riots at Hogwarts.

"Be disciplined!"

But after the "skating rink incident", the little wizards clearly understood the advantages of the team committing crimes——

It's good to sentence one person, but it's not easy to sentence a group of people, and Professor McGonagall is no different.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore, who had an apron on his legs, while eating cream pie while watching the excitement happily, "Perhaps, you can stop their rude behavior?"

"Professor McGonagall, we can't suppress children's nature, they will grow up in various events..." Principal Dumbledore suddenly turned into an expert in natural education theory, and began to pay attention to preserving children's nature.

But in fact, the purpose of \'Let the children preserve their nature\' may be second, and there are more ingredients to watch the fun.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, if you only eat dessert for dinner, if former Headmaster Dalys finds out, will she want to talk about it again..."

Dumbledore swiftly removed the magic apron, stood up from his seat, waved his hand solemnly, and made a large pile of flying food hover in the air - the scene was quite spectacular.

Strong.

With a silent and wandless spell, with extremely strong magical control precision, Anna pulled the ice cream cone that was hovering above her head, and found that the ice cream was still motionless under her own power.

It's not a floating spell, but an instant fixation spell.

The whole place went quiet.

"Treasure the food! Children! Otherwise, you will be punished to help Professor Sprout farm the land!"

Professor Sprout was a little surprised, and she applauded, "It's a good idea! You can have more food—"

"I hope another dwarf pig monster doesn't destroy my vegetable field this year..." Having said this, Professor Sprout glanced at the \'Professor of Conservation of Magical Zoology\' who was sitting on the side," Kegelberg said. Professor En, what do you think?"

"Yes...Yes..." The stubborn old professor with only one arm, half a leg left, held up a cup of hot tea, his eyes dodged, "It shouldn't be this year..."

Dumbledore waved his sleeves, "Do you hear that clearly? Children! Cherish the food!" He picked up another plate of small cakes and snapped his fingers, "Then the dinner continues."

After snapping his fingers, the food in the sky fell like raindrops, hitting the little wizards' heads and bodies... Professor McGonagall covered his face and sighed. Isn't this more confusing?

Professor Snape was quite happy, \'Oh, the rude baboon buried in food\'.

There was an extra ice cream cone on Anna's head, and the melted ice cream dripped down her hair, causing Belinda, who had two puddings on her shoulders, to laugh, "It suits you!"

It's also quite suitable for you. Anna glanced at Belinda's shoulder and found that she hadn't noticed.

"Hey, Flint, do you know why the big octopus in the lake is so restless recently?" Ana threw a question and looked at Flint who was cleaning the noodles on his arm.

"Big octopus?" Flint patted his head with an inexplicable look on his face, "Are you restless?"

"As soon as he fell asleep, he didn't know anything. He slept until noon, and Ray couldn't wake up, and he often missed the first class—"

Flint's good buddies approached, "I'm Blow Fudge, the second child of the third son of Cornelius Fudge's brother, who is running for the Minister of Magic."

To sum up, he is Minister Fudge's...grand-nephew?

Blow gushed, "My father, Rufus Fudge, works in the Ministry of Magic's 'No Misuse of Magic' office, and of course he got this position by strength, not by Grandpa Fudge's connections," he said. , he looked at Anna expectantly.

"Hello, I'm Anna, Anna Lawrence," Anna briefly ended the introduction, without mentioning my great-grandfather's 'involved in the underworld', I know Pote, the fireworks I set off, and a group of red-haired, fugitives live at home Hiding in my house, my mother is a Muggle, and a series of information to say.

Blow was a little disappointed.

Belinda and Blow shook hands, "Hello, I'm Belinda Shafik, pure blood, both parents work at the Ministry of Magic," she paused, "Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic."

This caught Blow's attention, "The silent man? Merlin's beard! It's amazing!"

A silent man? The unfamiliar name made Anna a little curious, and Flint was also a little curious~lightnovelpub.net~ What is a silent person? ' Flint asked when he didn't understand.

"Come on, buddy, you're a pureblood...why are all of this..." Blow paused, okay, Marcus Flint is a special troll blood, "The Silence is a secret to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The name of the worker—"

"Because their jobs are so mysterious, if you ask them what they're doing, you'll get 'no comment'," Blow said excitedly, "no comment!" he repeated, "that's pretty cool, isn't it? !"

"Yeah, so handsome... Belinda, what are your parents studying?" Anna looked at Belinda.

"Research what..." Belinda stared at the ice cream on Anna's head and pondered for a while, "I'm researching the panacea to make \'little wizard feel lonely and desperate\'."

What evil elixir is that? ! The expressions on several people's faces changed dramatically.

Belinda laughed, "I guess, they never mentioned it, and rarely at home, the house-elves talk to me more than they do..."

"When I was young, I still had the opportunity to listen to bedtime stories. Now they don't even give me time for bedtime stories."

"It sounds...not bad..." Flint seemed to be thinking of his own home, and he didn't know what to think. He shuddered, "If my mother also went to work in that mysterious department... it would be even better..."

After he finished speaking, he looked around skillfully, as if he was afraid that his terrifying mummy would suddenly appear at Hogwarts, tug at his ears, and let the troll dance ballet.

"Cough," Blow coughed and pulled back the topic, "I heard you talking about Black Lake just now? That big octopus that has been a little abnormal recently, said to be the incarnation of Gryffindor?"

Anna nodded, interested, "Yes, do you know something?"