The Hufflepuff table is near the end.

Elena slowly slice her omelette, the half-cured golden yolk flowing from the cut and sandwiched between crispy slices of bread, one of the tastiest spreads in the world.

On either side of Elena's seat, two girls were clustered on the left and right. Hannah Abbott, who has a round and cute little face with golden pigtails, and ......

"Why are you here, Granger? If memory serves, Gryffindor House is at that end. ”

After the conflict in the morning, little Hannah, who has a soft personality, has grown up rapidly, and is now carefully guarding the plate, looking sideways at Hermione Granger, who is sitting on Elena's right hand, with a slightly unhappy tone.

For some reason, Hannah Abbott, who can get along well with almost everyone, always has an indescribable irritability and resistance in her heart when facing this brown-haired little witch, as if her beloved toys were snatched away when she was a child.

Compared to Hannah's resistance, Hermione, who sat next to Elena, was obviously much happier.

"If you look closely, Elena is the only place where she can't be disturbed by scurrying owls, aside from the professors' long tables. Hermione Granger raised an eyebrow and replied with a look of course.

As she spoke, Hermione's little Lori, with her fluffy brown hair, quickly reached out and moved a few bowls of mashed potatoes that had just appeared on the dinner plate to Elena to make sure that they would not be ruined by the owls rampaging at the table, and continued.

"When I got back to my dorm last night, I looked it up in my book. If I'm not mistaken, Elena is the kind of wizard with the legendary gift of druids. Because of this, she had the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the mysterious druid masters. ”

Druid talent?Elena blinked in confusion.

Oh yes.

Yesterday next to the Black Lagoon, in order to say that Hagrid, an important person in the service, joined the "Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue" project, she carefully prepared a set of rhetoric adapted from the nature conservation organization and the Druid Order in her previous life, and Hermione and Hannah and other first-year wizards were also present.

"Ahem, of course. As you know, I've always had a knack for understanding and communicating with animals. ”

Elena coughed lightly, and without hesitation, cheekily admitted, and pointed to the little pet that was obediently squatting on the dining table, responsible for helping the three of them pass breakfast.

"You see, grain reserves are a good example of this. I have an effective way of communicating with these delicious, well-being, cute creatures. ”

After all, deterrence is also one of the common ways of communication in nature.

The owl messengers, who were far more sensitive than ordinary birds, would subconsciously avoid Elena's position in the process of flying and searching for food, so that a strange cylindrical hollow area was formed above Elena's head.

Even the owl messenger, who Hannah's family had raised since childhood, just threw the envelope at a distance, and then flapped his wings and hurried away, as if there was some terrible hell scene below.

Could it be that after eating too much round-faced fat chicken, it will bring a strange coercive aura to the owl race?

Or will Meiwa's racial talent unconsciously convey some emotions and messages when facing other magical animals?

While thinking, Elena glanced at the several owls hovering near Hermione, and subconsciously licked her lips.

Coo-goo~

The owls, which were stared at by Elena, stiffened, and fell a short distance unconsciously in a whirlwind, and then trembled all over, and with a stirring spirit, two or three pieces of poop fell from the sky and smashed on the unfortunate little wizards below, and then flapped their wings in horror and flew towards the other end of the auditorium.

It seems that if there is a chance in the future, I still have to ask Newt Scamander, is there any way to hide his aura, otherwise he will become a Bilibili discharge girl in the long run - this is quite bad news for Elena, who loves magical beasts.

But for now, most of the round-faced fat chickens are still very interested in harassing the spicy old radish, and they don't disturb her and her friends to enjoy breakfast quietly.

Looking around the chaotic auditorium, Elena nodded with satisfaction - the so-called happiness is reflected by comparison.

At this time, the white-haired dumplings hugging left and right are the winners of Hogwarts' life.

Elena narrowed her eyes, handed the fried egg bread in her hand to Hannah, who was still a little sullen, turned her head, and proudly showed off to the little wizards gathered around her, "Eat with confidence, as long as you sit next to me, no owl dares to ......"

At this moment, before the half-breed little Meiwa's words fell.

A bewildered-eyed eagle-headed owl staggered in from outside the auditorium, clutching a thick parchment envelope larger than its body under its two small paws.

After a few moments of orientation over the Great Hall, the little owl's eyes lit up and it swaggered through the open area above Elena's head and flew in the direction of Dumbledore.

Smack.

A tiny chunk of bird poop landed on the edge of Elena's plate.

“...... Dare to on my head. ”

Elena's eyes slowly moved to the piece of bird poop on the dinner plate, her expression was cute and dumbfounded, and in the eyes of her friends couldn't help laughing, she subconsciously finished the rest of the words by inertia.

"Poof...... LibraryLibraryLibrary...... Oh, I didn't, I didn't laugh...... Kuku Ku ......"

There was a strange sound from Elena's right, and Hermione's little Lori, whose eyes were almost bent into the shape of a crescent moon, covered her mouth hard, making a sound of Kuku Kuku, and her delicate and cute little face was a little red.

"Kukukuku...... I didn't laugh either...... Kuku Ku ......"

Hannah Abbott, who reacted immediately, also quickly covered her mouth, and finally held back the laughter back into her stomach, bent down slightly, and her shoulders trembled violently, obviously holding back very hard.

“......”

Elena looked up expressionlessly and glanced at the swaggering little owl in the sky.

Good, good.

Syllable!

The knife in Elena's hand slammed on the table.

"Reserve food, give it to me! Catch that little creature who doesn't have long eyes. ”

Mutter?

He was quietly squatting in front of the public dinner plate at the long table, tilting his head with the reserve food that passed the food on the plate, his big eyes blinking in confusion, his long ear feathers turning left and right, and he lowered his head and rubbed against Elena's arm quite obediently, without the consciousness and majesty of being a small carnivorous bird of prey.

"See that little one, prey. Grab it and grill the fish. Can't catch it, hot shower. ”

Elena picked up her little pet with both hands, aimed at the eagle-headed owl in the sky, which was a little smaller than the reserve grain, and said seriously word by word.

Goo!⊙▽⊙!

Reserve Grain's eyes opened, and he nodded quickly, his eyes becoming sharp and fierce.

The next moment, the little owl's wings flapped vigorously, like a small bullet, and shot towards the air above the auditorium, and a series of sharp and excited chirps came out of its mouth.

Goohahaha