The location of the Hogwarts kitchens is not difficult to find.

In a quiet laugh, Elena and Hermione followed Hannah down another stone staircase to the basement level of the castle.

Contrary to the cold, dimly lit underground scene that most people imagine, this is a wide, warm stone corridor lit up by torches and decorated with delightful pictures, mostly about various foods.

"Right in front is the Hufflepuff common room entrance. ”

Halfway through the stone corridor, Hannah pointed to the end of the corridor, paused, turned around and said slowly, "But...... I remember, Elena, you said before that you were looking for a picture of fruit, right?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Elena let go of her Hermione for a moment, and looked up in Hannah's direction, only to see a picture hanging on the wall next to the hallway, showing a huge silver bowl full of fruit.

"That's right, this is it. Stop, everyone, we're here!"

Elena nodded in reply, the second half of which was addressed to the team of young wizards who followed her.

"And then how are we going to get in, and do we also say the password?"

Finally got rid of the clutches of the silver-haired little Lori, and the little Hermione, whose face was a little red, took a step back, her eyes full of curiosity.

"How could the kitchen possibly set a password. ”

Elena's long silver hair swayed triumphantly behind her, and she confidently stepped forward under the gaze of the little wizards, stretched out her index finger, and gently scratched the big green pear on the drawing.

As described in Elena's well-known "Raiders", the pear on the screen quickly squirms, laughs, and suddenly turns into a large green doorknob.

"Okay, line up and come in, I can't get that much to eat alone. ”

Elena turned around, beckoned to the young wizards behind her, opened the door and was the first to step in.

It was a large room with a high ceiling, as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

Inside the room, a group of busy house-elves temporarily stopped their work, looking up at the little wizards who suddenly entered the kitchen, somewhat bewildered.

Like Burleigh, who had hosted Elena before, each of them had a pencil-like nose, bat-like ears, long fingers and feet, and wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest emblazoned on it.

"House-elves? I have one at home. I didn't expect there to be so many underground Hogwarts. ”

Before the other young wizards could ask, Draco Malfoy, who had followed Elena into the kitchen, looked around and said with a bit of astonishment, his tone full of shock.

Just a rough estimate, as far as the eye can see, there may be nearly a hundred elves here. And most pure-blooded magic families with a long history are usually just one or two house-elves.

"Dear Miss Kaslana, is there anything I can do for you?"

An elf appeared in front of Elena and bowed with a smile on her face, her familiar appearance and voice made it effortless for Elena to identify it as Burleigh, the house-elf.

"Oh, yes. But I guess we'll do it ourselves. ”

Elena sniffled vigorously, and the air was filled with the enticing smell of fish cutlets, as well as a rich aroma of barbecue.

Looking at the source of the fragrance, I saw four long wooden tables in the doorway, which were placed exactly the same as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

By this time, the table was already full of steaming food, and if nothing else, she speculated that it would not be long before the food on the long table would be sent through the ceiling to the table facing above.

With just a glance, Elena first noticed the beautiful golden-red roast turkeys in the center of each long table.

It was as if it had just been taken off the grill, and the whole turkey was still making an appetizing sizzling sound. The ingredients on the roast turkey are very solid, wrapped in a thick layer of sauce, which shimmers brightly with the swaying fire, and under the golden-red crispy skin, drops of grease slowly seep out, which is so fragrant that it explodes.

In order to facilitate the plating, the house-elves manipulated the knives to slowly cut the large pieces of beef in the plate, standing in Elena's position, you can just see the section of the steak being cut, which perfectly interprets the definition of charred outside and tender inside, and the gravy almost gushes out of the tender meat like sweat, so that the little wizards who are tired all morning can't stop swallowing their saliva.

It has to be said that due to geographical restrictions, house-elves may be a little single in terms of cooking methods, but as a European conventional frying class, house-elves have undoubtedly done the best they can.

Thinking about it, it would be a good idea to secretly take some special ingredients that need to be baked to the kitchen and ask the enthusiastic house-elf chefs to help process them after the initial processing, Elena licked her lips and thought to herself.

Gollum ~ Gollum ~ Gollum ~

At this time, the little wizards who were hovering outside the door also walked in one after another, and a series of undisguised spittle swallowing sounds sounded from behind Elena.

Due to Dumbledore's announcement of the details of the event in the morning, most of the young wizards did not eat too much at the breakfast party, and after a morning of physical training, they were already hungry, and now in the face of so much fragrant food, it was already considered extra restraint if they did not pounce on it directly.

Even without having to turn around, Elena could feel the burning gaze behind her, and it was clear that everyone was waiting for her voice.

"Why are you still stunned? Are you still waiting for me to feed you one by one?"

Elena narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, with a strange look in her eyes, turned and spread her arms, the corners of her mouth raised, and let out a demon-like moan.

"I'm tired all morning, I'm hungry, aren't you? Go ahead, these are all yours!"

With the voice of the silver-haired little witch, looking at the delicate face that people couldn't help but believe, the last trace of worry in the hearts of the little wizards who were about to be unable to restrain it completely collapsed in an instant, and even children from families like Draco Malfoy couldn't help but rush to the table to feast.

"Wait! These are not edible ...... right now."

Burleigh, the house-elf standing beside Elena, watched the little first-year wizards whistling by like locusts, standing in place with a blank expression, their hands swinging anxiously, not knowing what to do.

Elena crouched down, gently patted the elf's weak shoulder, and whispered comfortingly, "It's okay. Professor Dumbledore must have told you that in order to match the school's activities, the school's meal specifications and rules will be different this week. ”

"However, this is not quite the same as before......" Burleigh blinked helplessly, his eyes as large as two ping-pong balls, and the expression on his face was full of unease and hesitation.

The silver-haired little Lori's blue eyes twinkled slightly, trying to make herself look sincere, and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, it's all under Professor Dumbledore's control, and it's actually part of the event. It's just a special reward for Professor Dumbledore's students who are able to think outside the box. ”

Ziyo –

It smells so good, Hogwarts is amazing......

"Well, that's right, the easter egg reward hidden under the rules. ”

Elena intoxicated inhale the tantalizing aroma wafting through the kitchen, nodded vigorously, and emphasized it again seriously.

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