After Professor Sprout brought the students outside the Forbidden Forest to familiarize themselves with the teaching grounds, a sudden rainstorm that caused everyone to be drenched, and stepping on mud when they hurried back to the castle and a series of ridiculous events —
The first day of school finally came to an end.
"Why don't we have Divination class?"
Belinda walked out of the toilet with a pink magic towel draped over her shoulder. "I really want to know why I'm so unlucky recently..."
"I don't think you want to know. Professor Cui Laoni from the Divination class, her prophecies are either death or injury..."
Anna was squatting in the corner of the dormitory, fiddling with the blue flame that she 'borrowed' from the fireplace in the lounge. She made a small stove and placed a retractable crucible that was half filled with water on the stove. "And it's half real and half fake."
"Merlin's lace nightgown!
What are you doing?! "Belinda shuffled to Anna's side." I'm just going to take a shower!
I disappeared for less than an hour, but you almost burned down the dormitory! "
In fact, they did not have to worry too much about a fire. It was one of the benefits of the dormitory being at the bottom of the lake.
"I saw that you were unlucky, so I wanted to make you some supper to comfort you." Anna looked like she was wronged, but in fact, she did not have enough for dinner.
Dinner was about to end by the time the group of people ran to the auditorium after cleaning themselves of the rainwater. They only had time to grab a few drumsticks before the table full of food in front of them disappeared with a 'pa' sound.
Who knew where all the unfinished food had gone?
Wouldn't it be a waste to throw it away?
[Disc Operation: Who knows that every grain on the plate is hard work?
Where did the food that Professor Sprout worked so hard to grow go?
Is there really a sleeping dragon under the Hogwarts?
Please find out the truth and give the laboring people an explanation.
Condition: Find out where the rest of the food went after dinner. Reward: Reflexes + 30, unknown.]
"..." Belinda was silent with a complicated expression on her face. Faced with Anna's sudden concern, she was surprised as if a naughty goblin in the garden suddenly gave her a birthday cake.
She put her hands on her hips. "Hmph, don't do such useless things. I don't need any consolation at all!"
After five seconds, she said, "But since you've been doing this boring thing for so long … I'll reluctantly eat a little, just a little!"
"That's a great honor." Anna took out two packets of instant noodles from the blue floral cloth bag. She skillfully opened the packaging, poured water, sprinkled seasoning, and picked at the noodles with the chopsticks she had washed. "Okay, wait patiently."
"Why are you using a crucible?" Belinda squatted down and expressed her doubts. "Are you making some kind of magic potion?
Is this thing really edible? "
"This is instant noodles. Of course, it's edible, and it's delicious. The crucible is just to add to the atmosphere."
"What atmosphere?"
"The magical atmosphere." Anna waved her hand. "Otherwise, eating instant noodles in the Hogwarts Lake always gives me a surreal feeling …"
Thank you, Belinda, the Rolling Eyes Specialist, for your friendly gift of rolling eyes!
Thank you, brother!
"Plus luncheon meat …" Anna muttered to herself as she opened a tin can and added the luncheon meat into the crucible. The whole room was filled with the aroma.
"Muggle food …" Belinda muttered as she sat down. But it did smell good, and she was not full.
Anna handed Belinda a plate and fork. "Try my cooking. It's one of the few things I know how to cook."
"Then you can't even compare to the house elves …" Belinda suddenly stopped talking halfway because she realized that she could not cook anything. "Ahem, these chores can be left to the house elves. I won't cook by myself …"
Belinda rolled up a strand of instant noodles with her fork and elegantly and slowly put it into her mouth. "It's okay. It's not tasty," she commented.
"Keep eating at this speed." Anna's' high 'reflexes allowed her to move her chopsticks quickly. The moment the instant instant noodles entered her mouth, she felt that her life had been sublimated.
"You're exaggerating." Belinda gradually tasted the beauty of instant noodles at night. The warm dormitory, the fragrance of shower gel on her body, and the hot food in front of her eyes … What else was missing?
Anna took out a drink from her cloth bag. "Pineapple beer."
"Why do you have everything?" Belinda complained.
"Please call me Dora Anna." Anna handed Belinda a can of pineapple beer. "There's no alcohol in it. You can drink it as a drink."
"Pa." Anna opened the can of pineapple beer and raised it. "To the beautiful campus life!
Cheers! "
"… Cheers." Belinda clinked glasses with Anna. "I hope I won't fail my herbalism course."
"And don't be so unlucky again …" she added.
"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on the door of the dormitory and Abigail's voice sounded. "You're surrounded!
Someone reported that there's an unknown smell in your dormitory!
Damn, it smells quite good. Open the door! "
"Huh?!" Belinda was shocked. She gasped and couldn't move for a moment.
Anna acted immediately. She hid the drink under the bed, kept all the bowls and chopsticks, and wiped Belinda's mouth clean. "Coming!
Wait a moment! "
After cleaning everything up, there was only a dazed Belinda and a gurgling hot pot left on the floor. Anna nodded with satisfaction and opened the door.
Abigail rushed in and closed the door. Like a headless fly, she scurried around the room. "Where did you hide it?
Where did you hide it? "
"I've told you many times. Don't eat in the dormitory and lounge like a Hufflepuff. Where's the food?" She saw the pot on the floor. "Confiscated!"
"Wait!
Beautiful Head Prefect! "Anna raised her hand." This is a pot of magic potion! "
What?!
Belinda was shocked. What a shameless person!
"We're preparing for tomorrow's magic potion class!" Anna pointed at the pot. "How can food be stored in a pot?"
That made sense. Abigail rubbed her chin. Indeed, how could food be stored in a pot? "Is this really a magic potion?"
She leaned over to take a look at the steaming pot. There were still some strips and lumps tumbling inside.
"It's true. Uh … it's that … 'boils cure potion'!
Yes! "Anna affirmed herself." We're improving its taste, hoping to make it taste better! "
After accepting that it was a pot of magic potion, Abigail vaguely felt that the fragrance in the air had a hint of bitterness in it. "Although improving magic potions is a good thing, freshmen shouldn't rush for results!
Besides, you're not allowed to brew magic potions in the dormitory! "
"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you for the reminder, Head Prefect." Anna took out another pineapple beer from the cloth bag. "Please try my hometown's specialty drink, 'non-intoxicating magic pineapple beer'."
Abigail took the drink, nodded and walked out of the door. "I'll let it go this time."
Anna smiled and waved her hand.
Abigail was surrounded by a group of women as soon as she walked out of the room. "It smells so good!
What are they eating? "
"Eat, eat, eat. All they know is to eat." Abigail broke out of the crowd with the drink in her hand. "The juniors are improving the taste of magic potions. Unlike you, who don't strive to improve. The trend of Slytherin is because of you …"
"Then what are you holding in your hand?" Angelica, who was wearing pajamas, pointed at the drink in Abigail's hand.
"The magic potion sample given by the juniors." Abigail's expression did not change. "Disperse, disperse. Why are you all standing around?
Go back to sleep! "
"I'm so hungry that I can't sleep!" A wavy little snake said weakly.
"Then go and study!" Abigail squeezed out of the crowd. "The School Championship Competition doesn't come out of thin air!"
Angelica did not give up and followed Abigail's footsteps. She was willing to bet that the woman was definitely not holding a magic potion sample in her hand.
Hearing that there was no movement outside the door, Anna took out the bowl and chopsticks again. "I have to ask Professor Flivy if there's any spell to isolate the smell …"
"You scared me to death." Belinda took the cutlery and continued to eat her instant noodles. "I really thought we were going to be caught."
Anna fished out the drink hidden under the bed. The two quickly finished their instant noodles and lay on the bed contentedly, ending an imperfect day.
The next morning was the Potions class. After missing breakfast, Anna and Belinda hurried to the Potions classroom.
The decoration style of the Potions classroom reminded Anna of Overturn Alley. A few jars of rolling eyeballs, green liquid creatures that looked like slime, and grotesque animal carcasses were packed into glass bottles and placed neatly on the shelves. The smell of formalin with a damp smell surrounded them.
Professor Snape was already standing in front of the podium with a roll call in front of him. "Anna Lawrence …"
"Here!" Anna raised her hand and looked at Professor Snape's … hair.
Professor Snape did not continue to call out names. He raised his eyelids.
"I heard that some little wizards are trying to make … torment magic potions in the dormitory?"
Snape's voice was very low, as if the devil was whispering in one's ear. It also sounded like 'the class teacher suddenly whispers in your ear when you're playing with your phone'. It was hard to hear.
"This is a very funny and strange thing. You came here and you haven't even started to learn the fine art of making potions, but you're already experimenting on your own?" He paused for a moment. "That's not making magic potions, that's making soup."
He was right.
Professor Snape looked at Anna carefully. Brown hair, interested in magic potions, green eyes … green eyes …
"However, your passion for magic potions is still commendable. You're not like the bunch of idiots I used to teach who didn't want to make progress …"
Professor Snape coughed. "Ten points for Slytherin."