"Achoo —" Fred rubbed his nose and accidentally sneezed on the pineapple and coconut pie in George's hand.
George covered his face with the pie.
Charlie did not change his expression and took the opportunity to sprinkle the sweet soup in front of him. He was so skillful that the young wizards around him were stunned. Percy observed the situation and secretly picked up a few small tomatoes and threw them at them, trying to get back at the twins for playing pranks everywhere.
The tomatoes hit the pumpkin soup in front of Fred.
The Gryffindor nearby was in trouble, and now the whole hall was in trouble. With Fred as the center, almost everyone in the hemispherical area with a radius of three meters had food scraps hanging on them.
Even a few candles floating in the sky were shot down.
At the long Slytherin table furthest away from Gryffindor, the Snakes had a mocking expression on their faces. It was not difficult to see that most of them were thinking, "Ha, Gryffindor's rude baboons."
Until a small meatball flew over Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's table and accurately hit the face of a Snake. "What?!
How dare you! "
Slytherin Academy entered the battlefield.
On the stage, Professor Snape also had a mocking expression on his face, but he was probably thinking, "Ha, a bunch of rude baboons." Snape treated everyone equally and was fair when it came to mocking people.
Professor Mcgonagall stood up and swung her dark green cloak embroidered with a toad-like lion. She used her wand to stop a few pieces of cake in the air, trying to stop the Hogwarts from causing trouble.
"Behave yourselves!"
However, after the incident at the skating rink, the young wizards obviously understood the advantages of a group crime.
It was easy to punish one person, but it was not easy to punish a group of people. Professor Mcgonagall was at her wit's end.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Professor Mcgonagall stared at Dumbledore, who had an apron on his lap and was eating a cream pie while watching the fun. "Perhaps, you can stop their rude behavior?"
"Professor Mcgonagall, we can't suppress the children's nature. They will grow up in all kinds of things …" Headmaster Dumbledore suddenly became a natural education expert and began to talk about preserving the children's nature.
But in fact, the purpose of 'preserving the children's nature' was probably secondary. It was more like watching the fun.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, if the former headmaster Darius knows that you only ate dessert at dinner, will she nag again …"
Dumbledore quickly took off his magic apron, stood up from his seat, and waved his hand solemnly, making the flying food hover in the air. The scene was quite spectacular.
It was very powerful.
Silent Spell, extremely precise magic control. Anna pulled at the ice cream cone hovering above her head, but found that the ice cream was still motionless under her power.
It wasn't a floating incantation, but an instant immobilization incantation.
Everyone...
"Cherish the food!
Children!
Otherwise, you will be punished to help Professor Sprout farm! "
Professor Sprout was a little surprised. She clapped her hands. "That's a good idea!
We can have more food — "
"I hope that there won't be another dwarf pig monster destroying my vegetable field this year …" When Professor Sprout reached here, he glanced at the 'Professor of Conservation of Magical Zoology' who was sitting by the side. "Professor Keigelburn, what do you think?"
"Yes … yes …" The old stubborn professor, who only had one arm and half a leg, picked up a cup of hot tea and avoided eye contact. "It shouldn't happen this year …"
Dumbledore waved his sleeves. "Did you hear that?
Children!
Cherish the food! "He picked up a plate of small cakes and snapped his fingers." Then, let's continue the dinner. "
After the snap, the food in the sky fell like raindrops, hitting the young wizards on their heads and bodies... Professor Mcgonagall covered her face and sighed. Isn't this more chaotic?
Professor Snape was quite happy. "Heh, a rude baboon buried by food."
An ice cream cone appeared on Anna's head. The melted ice cream dripped down her hair, causing Belinda, who had two puddings on her shoulders, to laugh. "It suits you!"
"It suits you too." Anna glanced at Belinda's shoulder and found that she didn't notice it.
"Hey, Flint, do you know why the giant octopus in the lake is so restless recently?" Anna threw out a question and looked at Flint who was cleaning the noodles on his arm.
"Big octopus?" Flint scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Is it restless?"
"He sleeps until noon. He can't even wake up from the thunder. He often misses the first class." Flint's good friend came over. "I'm Brock Foggy, the second son of the younger brother of Connelly Foggy, who is running for the position of Minister of Magic."
To sum it up, he was Minister Foggy's... grandnephew?
Brock talked non-stop. "My father, Rufus Foggy, works in the 'Prohibition of Magic' office of the Ministry of Magic. Of course, he got to this position with his own strength, not because of Foggy's grandfather." After that, he looked at Anna expectantly.
"Hello, I'm Anna, Anna Lawrence." Anna briefly ended the introduction. She did not mention that her great-grandfather was' involved in the underworld ', that she knew Pottle, that she set off fireworks, that there was a group of redheads living in my house, that a fugitive was hiding in my house, that her mother was a Muggle, and so on.
Brock was a little disappointed.
Belinda shook hands with Brock. "Hello, I'm Belinda Shafik, pureblood. Both my parents work in the Ministry of Magic." She paused for a moment. "Department of Mystical Affairs of the Ministry of Magic."
This attracted Brock's attention. "The Silent One?
Merlin's beard!
Amazing! "
The Silent One?
The unfamiliar title made Anna a little curious. So was Flint.
"What's a Silent One?" Flint asked since he did not understand.
"Come on, bro, you're a pureblood... Why are all these..." Brock paused for a moment. Okay, Marcus Flint has a special troll bloodline. "The Silent One is the title given to the staff of the Department of Mystical Affairs of the Ministry of Magic."
"Because their work is very mysterious. If you ask them what they do, you'll often get a 'no comment'." Brock was a little excited. "No comment!" He repeated. "Isn't it too cool!"
"Yeah, it's really cool... Belinda, what are your parents researching?" Anna looked at Belinda.
"Researching what..." Belinda stared at the ice cream on Anna's head and pondered for a while. "They're researching the elixir that makes' little wizards feel lonely and desperate '."
What kind of evil elixir is that?!
The expressions on their faces changed dramatically.
Belinda laughed. "I guessed. They've never mentioned it, and they're rarely at home. The house elves talk to me more than they do..."
"When I was young, I had the chance to listen to bedtime stories. Now they don't even leave me time for bedtime stories."
"Sounds... pretty good..." Flint seemed to be thinking of his home. He didn't know what he thought of, but he shuddered. "If my mother also works in that Department of Mystical Affairs... that would be great..."
After that, he looked around cleverly, as if he was afraid that his terrible mother would suddenly appear in the Hogwarts, pull his ear, and make the troll dance ballet.
"Ahem." Brock coughed and pulled back the topic. "I just heard you guys talking about the Black Lake?
The giant octopus that's been a little abnormal recently. It's said to be Gryffindor's incarnation? "
Anna nodded and became interested. "Yes, do you know anything?"