Bitter wine hurts in the throat and heart.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Alan - he's just a little bit of a skull, not bitter or anything at all.

In fact, the current environment is actually quite lively, because the students are out in the morning, so the rest of the group of children is much more relaxed - in the words of the Ravenclaw fifth-grade prefect, the current proportion of students in the school, the prefects are staring at every student by themselves, not to mention those who are preparing to mix badges are eager to spend all their time in the library, so that the prefects' work will be much easier.

In short, a group of prefects who were busy on vacation finally got a real vacation.

This holiday in the Triwizard Tournament is simply torture for the prefects who have done it- Due to the new arrival of the students from the three schools, they not only have to reconcile the conflicts between these students from foreign countries and Hogwarts students on a daily basis, but also have to occasionally help each other solve some problems or something, and finally look forward to a Christmas ball or something, and the other students dance happily and disappear into the auditorium, they also have to work hard shifts to take care of the safety of the students or something, and then later, it is obviously the holidays or something, but because there are a bunch of students staying in the school, the prefects have to stay and deal with the work of the remaining students instead of going back to enjoy the holidays or something。

"Whew...... Finally sent away!" On Ravenclaw's side, a prefect watched Hogwarts Agents leave, with an expression on his face like the author who had just finished today's update, and almost collapsed and cooed.

The rest of the people also looked tired - the students were busy packing, but they went out separately to drag the reluctant guys back on track, and then let them complete the day's task and get on the bus on time.

You know, there are many empty classrooms at Hogwarts, and those reluctant couples really have the courage to try to avoid this train in the hope of staying a little longer, this is not a joke, but a real thing.

So in the morning, Hogwarts had a sense of déjà vu to catch some kind of bail action - catch someone, notify the respective prefects of both sides to come and pick up people, during which some people tried to escape, but in the end they were caught, and the criticism and education in the middle were indispensable, except that there was no bail bond. . .

"Oh my God, it's the first time I've known that there are such stupid guys in our academy - they don't think we're going to check that toilet that no one uses!"

"What are you—the two who are hiding in the armor know ... ”

"They probably thought that no one was checking behind me, and they actually hid in the classroom I just checked, and then they were arrested by the prefect in the back... ”

The gang began to laugh and complain about the magical opponent he had met in the morning, and by the way began to study a rather important thing - well, what to do for lunch.

"Why don't you barbecue meat, I feel like I haven't eaten it for a long time, and the wind is light today, go to get some fuel near the Forbidden Forest, and then use magic to make a shelter for the wind, and the ingredients or something can be done in the kitchen, but I have to buy wine now." “

"Not bad, good idea!"

"Okay, I'll take care of the drinks, and I'll celebrate Allen's appointment as the president of the student council, and the two more people and I will go to get the drinks, which just meets the professor's requirements." Slytherin Carlos said as he greeted a few familiar prefects and set off together, walking straight towards the school gate - under normal circumstances, the relationship between the prefects was actually quite good, but as for Harry, they could only be said to be exceptional.

"Well, there's only one question left, who's in charge of the barbecue?"

A bunch of people's eyes fluttered, and then invariably pointed to a person - the only person who was mixed in the crowd but was not a prefect, and at the moment he was still distributing dog food to everyone happily without knowing whether he was alive or dead...

Of course, the prefect is not a single curse, most of the people in it coaxed for a long time to coax another person into the car, Marshall's side is Allen to speak, and the other is that they don't even have half a year in school, so they stayed, but at the moment, they don't know whether they are alive or dead. . .

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In the clearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a bonfire was set up, and a group of people sat around, the cold wind was blocked by the magic that had been arranged for a long time, making the temperature inside feel unusually warm.

In the midst of everyone's chatter, Marshall was wearing a strange chef's suit that had been put together with great difficulty, and his face was confused, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. However, whenever something is good with a barbecue net, there will always be an enthusiastic person who comes to help him take it away, and then sends a compliment or something.

Unceremoniously divided a large wave of loot, Alan handed the food in his hand to Anne: "Eat slowly, don't worry, I'll replace him when Marshall is almost baked, but now it seems that that kid is quite capable, and he doesn't need it for the time being." ”

It's quite capable, yes, but a bunch of people are rolling their eyes, what is Marshall's current situation in your heart?

Prefect Prefect... Prefect

Prefect Marshall... Prefect

Prefect...

Especially this morning, a group of sub-prefects beat the mandarin ducks all morning, saying that they didn't cause any psychological shadow or anything to Marshall's classmates, who would believe it!

After a long time, seeing that Anne had eaten almost enough, Alan went over to replace Marshall and asked him to bring the last two barbecue nets over to offer his courtesy, and Alan himself took over the position of the chef and began to quickly use magic to roast - if it weren't for magic, how could one person feed so many people at the speed of eating.

"Alan, are you alright?"

"Wait a minute!" said Alan as he picked out the two best-selling bunches of potatoes from the barbecue net, and handed over the rest as he instructed Anne to be careful with the scalding.

"Eat slowly, what else do you want to eat?There are still a lot of spices, do you want to roast an eggplant or something?" said Alan as he magically wrapped the processed eggplant, then separated the flames and began to roast a wave of eggplants.

As usual, the best two were kept, and the rest were handed out - but Allen's craftsmanship was much higher than Marshall's, and the taste was definitely not bad.

It's just that after about seven or eight successful bakings, Alan suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

What about people?

What about people?

Didn't you have to eat until about three o'clock in the afternoon? Today it's only about half past one, why are you embarrassed to break up the stalls?