"Which college?"

"Who else?" Hermione gritted her teeth with hatred, "Slytherin! Gryffindor! There are two idiots, it's fine to have an underground duel, but they even used black magic! It's still a difficult curse to deal with." magic!"

"You can't believe it, what I saw over there... It was only ten minutes away. If I hadn't brought the prefects to patrol today, Hogwarts would have had a vicious curse duel accident! Pomfrey Madam said, if that idiot and unlucky guy come a little later, he will only be able to eat with his belly button in this life!"

Xiao En dragged his chin and thought for a while: "Eating with the belly button? That should be a curse of silence, but it seems that the person who cast the spell is not very proficient? There is a high probability that the other party's mouth is physically silenced, which is common. Casting is a problem, and the wrong curse of silence will cause a certain amount of backlash—the guy who cast the curse should have a mouth on his stomach now?"

Hermione listened to his explanation of the various situations of black magic, and supported her forehead with a headache: "That's right, I forgot that you are a master of black magic—as the chairman of the boys' student union, you didn't come to inspect with me! Wherever you are, you might not bother Madam Pomfrey!"

Sean smiled mischievously. 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 couldn't help lowering her head secretly.

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

It's kind of gray and humorous...

All kinds of delicacies appeared on the golden dinner plate out of thin air. Due to the increase of foreign students, the Hogwarts kitchen has added a lot of foreign dishes, which makes people not very interested in "British cuisine". Sean felt great pleasure.

The same is true for Hermione, but she likes to try all kinds of new things.

Taking a portion of baked snails that 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, imitated Hermione's appearance and took a baked snail as usual, and said relaxedly: "I went to check the teaching content of this Sunday's club meeting again, and I am going to teach them the Patronus spell. It's—well, Daisy taught it to be precise, and I haven't learned it myself."

Hermione didn't doubt that there was him, but just nodded: "Indeed, Daisy's Patronus spell is unique in the entire Hogwarts."

Xiao Baihua proudly puffed out her chest: "That's not right!"

"Please don't be proud, Miss Potter, you made two small mistakes in the homework of Transfiguration last time that shouldn't have happened at all! Professor McGonagall told you to go back and study hard." Hermione is like a strict teacher , what he is best at is to make the students who raise their tails settle down.

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

Hermione was very satisfied with Xiao Baihua's attitude, and after tasting a snail, she frowned slightly: "I have eaten baked snails too...but it doesn't seem like it should taste like this..."

Hearing this, Sean also took a fork and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. After a while, he also frowned and spat out the snail meat in his mouth: "It doesn't seem like, but something went wrong."

The baked snails this time had an earthy smell that was almost unbearable.

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

Daisy also leaned over curiously and forked a piece from Sean's plate, and spat it out as soon as she put it in her mouth: "Wow—it's so unpalatable."

"Isn't that a bad deal with the snail?" Hermione said, frowning.

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

At this time, there were also many students like Xiao En and the others. They tried baked snails and immediately vomited them out.

"Wow, this tastes terrible!"

"Is this the taste of famous French dishes?"

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

Sean tried to get the other two meals. The medium-rare steak and the fried fish, which were also prone to problems, were both normal.

"Other dishes taste good—" Sean became puzzled.

All the food at Hogwarts is prepared by the house-elves, and Sean, who can come and go freely in the kitchen, also knows the working process of these elves-each house-elf basically has a fixed job, and each All house-elves are good at cooking all kinds of dishes, even if all he does is prepare them.

Moreover, before the dishes are served, there is often a foreman who checks all the dishes today to ensure that there will be no problems.

If only one dish was wrong, it proved to be a problem with the two house-elves who were responsible for the preparation and final inspection of the baked snails.

This kind of situation is very rare, because the house elves are honored to serve wizards, let alone serious food problems, even a little oil on the dinner plate is unlikely to appear.

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

At this time, some students in the auditorium spoke loudly in dissatisfaction: "This snail is not something that people eat at all. Which house elf made it?"

Hermione, who was a little regretful because of the problem with the baked snails, was completely upset, and she stood up immediately: "Student, please sit down, this is not food poisoning, it's just that the taste of the dishes is somewhat different from the traditional taste. Just in and out."

The student who was talking turned his head around dissatisfied. When he saw that it was the new president of the female student union who had recently arrested many "criminals", he turned off the ignition and sat down obediently.

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

Sean listened silently and did not speak. Hermione has never given up on her ultimate goal of liberating the house elves, but this time she handled it quite well.

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

However, this time she only acted seriously and did not use an accusatory tone, and she also used a more gentle way of speaking in the subsequent explanation.

Moreover, Sean also agrees with her remarks, this is just a mistake, and there is no need to be blamed - if the house elf who made the mistake heard someone scolding them loudly in the auditorium, he would probably hit his head against the wall again.

Hermione's reputation is still very high now. After she finished speaking, everyone just stopped touching the baked snails, and no one publicly accused the house elves of their mistakes.

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

Sean laughed, this salary was forced by Dumbledore at the beginning, otherwise the group of house elves would not even be willing to ask for money.

"Sean—" Hermione turned her head.

"Um?"

"You are more familiar with them. When the house elves are dealing with the leftover ingredients tonight, they will definitely find that something is wrong with the baked snails. At that time, they will harm themselves again—will you persuade them?" Hermione said in a begging tone.

Sean readily agreed, just in time to go and see what happened.

After the episode, the dinner went on smoothly.

After the end, Hermione still had to conduct daily inspections, so Sean and Daisy walked towards Hufflepuff's dormitory.

The kitchen is hidden in the stone corridor leading to Hufflepuff. Sean, who is familiar with the road, found the painting with fruit hanging on it, and then gently scratched the pear in the painting.

Pear giggled and turned into a green doorknob.

Knocking on the door, a sharp voice sounded from inside: "Please come in!"

Sean opened the door, and suddenly, an extremely noisy voice came out.

"It's over! It's over! The new menu is messed up!"

"There are a lot of spit out snail meat in those dinner plates!"

"There are still a lot of baked snails left untouched!"

"What happened! What happened!"

"My God, my God! It's a disgrace to the whole Hogwarts kitchen house-elves!"

There was a mess in the kitchen, lots and lots of house-elves squealing over the recycling leftovers, and some even burst into tears: "My great-grandmother's great-grandmother's great-grandmother! She used to serve Hedge Mrs Patch served! It's 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 on the corner of the table wiping tears, saw the person walking in, and he screamed in despair: "It's Mr. Wallop!"

The other house elves also looked over, and then Qi Qi made a desperate voice: "My God! 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! God, we're going to be kicked out of Hogwarts!"

Sean & Daisy: "…"

Where does this go... The house elves' brain power is also a little too strong.

Sean stepped forward helplessly: "Hey, guys, I'm just here to greet you as a routine, don't think too much, can you?"

The house elves turned their heads to look at him in unison, and then cried loudly again: "Mr. Wallop tells us not to have any extra illusions, and prepare to pack our bags and get out!"

"But I have no luggage..."

"Wow—" they cried even harder.

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

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

However, he didn't reply immediately, but knelt down with tears streaming down his face, and hugged Sean's trousers: "Dear, respected Mr. Wallop! It's all Polis' fault this time, I should have found out about this Huge mistake!"

He raised his head and looked at Sean with despairing eyes like huge light bulbs: "Please decide how to punish Polis! It's all because of Polis!"

"Police..." Sean wanted to interrupt helplessly.

But Polis let out a louder cry of pain: "I know! I know! I don't deserve Mr. Wallop's friendship and attention! It's all my own fault!"

"It's not that serious..."

Seeing Polis jumping off the corner of the table, he was about to bang his head against the wall while crying.

Sean had no choice but to grab the other party by the back of the neck: "Calm down, listen to me, Polis, or you will really lose my friendship."

Polis immediately stopped his crying.

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

The house-elves are going to cry again.

"But!" Sean said immediately. "We also know who did this, and there is no punishment for you, whether it's expulsion or confinement~lightnovelpub.net~ nothing at all—Professor McGonagall also asked me to tell everyone, I hope tomorrow will be the same as always The land can make delicious food."

In any case, this group of house elves, who are prone to imagining that they have made a terrible mistake, believe that Sean is not lying to them.

After the house-elves gradually recovered, Sean looked at Polis: "Hey, buddy, this matter has something to do with you, but please believe me, it's just a trivial matter!"

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

It took a lot of time, Sean and Daisy's mouths were dry, and then Polis stopped crying, and at this time he was leaning decadently by the sink.

"Polis, this is not like a mistake you would make." Polis is the kitchen foreman, responsible for checking the dishes beforehand.

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

"It's actually not big, it's just one less dish." Sean spread his hands, and then walked into the kitchen with Daisy.

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

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

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

Xiao En waved his hand to signal that the other party didn't need to take all the responsibility on himself. He asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you're drowning?"

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

Sean knew what the other was going to say, and house-elves couldn't lie.