"Take more toast and salty bacon, and if you can't finish it, it's okay. Just warm it up in the evening. ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, you guys go get plates, and knives and forks, remember to get a few more so as not to run it up. ”

"Which one to take the potatoes or the fried fish? of course take them all, don't waste time, I don't want to hear such stupid questions again." ”

Under the command of Hannah, Malfoy, and Harry, the first-year wizards who poured into the auditorium were divided into several teams in an orderly manner, and all the food and utensils on the table were packed separately with tablecloths, and then they carried the heavy packages and ran out of the door without the slightest hesitation.

In less than a minute, the table that had been filled with sumptuous food was ransacked, perhaps because of yesterday's experience in looting the kitchen, and this time the little wizards showed a much more skillful and efficient technique.

Dozens of first-year freshmen were like industrious worker ants, shuttling between the auditorium door and the dining table.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you think this is ......?" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and looked at Dumbledore beside her in confusion, her tone full of confusion.

"This ...... This ......"

The expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became very strange, his facial muscles shook stiffly, as if he had not found a suitable expression for a while, and the praise that he didn't have time to say was like a mouthful of cold water, instantly blocking the old man's throat, and the dazedness in his eyes was no less than that of Pomfrey beside him.

For a moment, countless questions rose from the old man's mind.

What's going on?

Why is this déjà vu happening here?

Shouldn't Elena Kaslana be in the castle of Newmengard thousands of miles away now?

"Headmaster Dumbledore?

Madam Pomfrey, who had not received a response, carefully shook the old man's shoulder, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"Oh, oh...... Nothing, of course, first we have to figure out what's going on. ”

Dumbledore came back to his senses, glanced at the Great Hall in front of him like a plague of locusts, and cleared his throat vigorously, "Guys, can you explain a little bit about what this is doing?"

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, the little wizards who were searching for food and utensils couldn't help but stiffen, and subconsciously set their eyes on the three little wizards standing at the door to assign tasks.

"Everybody go on, I'll just explain. ”

Draco Malfoy clenched his fist hard, coughed lightly, and walked up to Dumbledore generously, "Dear Professor Dumbledore, if I'm not mistaken, Hogwarts doesn't rule that students can't take food out of the Great Hall, right?"

The blonde boy glanced at Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, a hint of unease and nervousness flashed across his face, and his gaze subconsciously staggered the old man's gaze to stare at the wooden table in front of the faculty member.

Although he had simulated it in his mind many times in advance, the invisible sense of oppression and tension that actually stood in front of Dumbledore still made Draco Malfoy feel uncomfortable.

"Compared to sitting in the school auditorium, the Year 1 students agreed that a picnic on the open Hogwarts grounds was more comfortable and relaxing. So we're going to move out for today's lunch, and Mr. Hagrid has agreed to that. ”

"Picnic?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Draco Malfoy with a smirk, "If it were just a change of dining location, maybe it wouldn't be so tempting...... I thought, you're going to fish in the Black Lake again today, right?"

"How do you know...... No, Mr. Hagrid took the initiative to catch it. ”

A panicked look flashed across Draco Malfoy's face, and he immediately realized that he had slipped his mouth, stubbornly retorting and shirking.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, he knew that the influence brought by Elena had indeed left some traces, which had literally infected the first-year students into a group of "little robbers".

But strictly speaking, the behavior of these first-year freshmen really can't find any loopholes.

"It's okay, Mr. Malfoy. Hogwarts doesn't punish students for catching fish in the Black Lake, and it's unlikely that they're so stingy and old-fashioned as to force everyone to stay in the Great Hall for dinner. However, for the sake of the school as a whole, I hope that you will eat as much as you want, and not waste it needlessly. ”

In fact, while the "looting" of the first-year students may seem destructive, it doesn't bother the house-elves in the kitchen below, as the food they take is their share of the plan.

As for cutlery and other things, Hogwarts certainly won't lack a hundred or so portions.

After receiving Dumbledore's answer, Draco Malfoy's confidence seemed to increase considerably, and the corners of his mouth curled and he was about to explain a few more words according to the lines he had memorized with great difficulty, when Neville, with a chubby, round face, ran in out of breath outside the Great Hall door.

Time was running out, and the third-year seniors and Professor Snape were almost there to the door of the auditorium. ”

Hearing Neville's alarm, a nervous look appeared on the faces of all the young wizards present at the same time, and they didn't care about continuing to loot the food that was still appearing, so they picked up the unwrapped napkins and spread their legs and ran out.

"Alright, Draco, don't show off. That's not what Hermione taught you. ”

In Dumbledore's gaze, a little boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his head and a pair of black-rimmed glasses patted Draco Malfoy hard, grabbed his arm and walked out.

"There is still fish soup and grilled fish at the forest farm, and if you go back late, you will have to wait for a new round. Even with Hermione's second sister and Mr. Hagrid here, they may not be able to control the situation for too long. ”

As he spoke, Harry Potter poked his head out from behind Draco Malfoy and nodded at Dumbledore with an embarrassed expression, "Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for your understanding, let's go first." ”

Then, the first-year freshmen who poured into the auditorium quickly left the auditorium as if the tide was receding.

All that was left was a mess of the dining table and the messy utensils, a reminder of what had happened to Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey.

Squeak.

The wooden door to the right side of the auditorium was gently pushed open. At this time, the figure of the last first-year freshman just disappeared behind the door to the auditorium leading to the outside of the castle.

The third-graders, who had finally surpassed the other six grades and won the first place in the school today, looked relaxed and walked up from the basement floor of the castle with a smile and a smile, and everyone was as excited as if they had taken a stimulant, well, maybe not the word "as".

All in all, though, it's a matter of great pride for these kids to be able to defeat the little wizards who are older than them.

Even Severus Snape, who was usually unsmiling, looked much softer, and there was a faint look of pleasure on his face—a pleasant mood that lasted until they saw what looked like the main hall of the auditorium had been ravaged by hundreds of orangutans.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's going on? If I'm not mistaken, we should be number one in the third year. ”

Without waiting for the students behind him to fry the pot, Professor Snape, who was walking in the front, squinted his eyes, and his originally soft expression suddenly cooled down, and asked in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, just sit down. The Year 1 children had just taken some food from here to cook outside the castle, and there was no need to worry because there were plenty of ingredients in the kitchen. ”

Dumbledore smiled mildly, drew his wand and waved it lightly, and the messy table was quickly restored to order, and the utensils that had been messed up and broken by the first-year students were all put back in order.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was easy for Dumbledore to move the utensils and simply decorate the Great Hall environment, which was why he was so interested in chatting with Draco Malfoy who had broken into the Great Hall.

"First year? Maybe after the course starts, I'll need to teach them some proper wizarding etiquette. ”

Snape raised his eyebrows noncommittally, looked at the table that had been restored to a tidy place, quickly glanced at the students behind him, and snorted coldly, "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and find a seat." ”

"Very well, then, congratulations on winning the first place in the whole school, please enjoy the food. ”

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his palms, motioning for everyone to look at the plates.

One second, two seconds...... Five seconds, ten seconds.

Nothing appeared.

Smack, smack.

"Perhaps, some basic plating is still going on, so everyone waits patiently for a few minutes. Under the questioning gazes of the students and Snape, Dumbledore's face froze, and he clapped his palms again with a slight embarrassment.

Syllable!

The next moment, there was a crisp sound like a firecracker exploding from the walkway in the middle of the auditorium.

A panicked house-elf appeared in everyone's sight, two big bat-like ears trembling in fear, hands nervously twisting their napkins, screaming loudly.

"Oh no! Mr. Dumbledore!

"The seventh-graders used the Transformation Charm, the Flying Charm, and all sorts of strange spells to snatch all the bacon from the kitchen, the cooked food, and the prepared drinks. That...... The only ingredients that the students in the latter groups could eat were bread and water. ”

"What did you say!"

Snape stood up with a slam, his face became extremely ugly, and without hesitation, he turned his head and looked at the headmaster next to him with a grim face, "Professor Dumbledore, you must deal with it seriously......!

"Uh-huh......"

Before he could finish speaking, Professor Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the faculty seat, suddenly shook his body, let out a faint muffled snort, frowned, and grabbed the position of his chest with his right hand, and a mixture of confusion and pain flashed on his face.

"What's wrong with you, Professor Dumbledore?!" Snape snapped, holding back his words, and looking nervously at the old man.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with you?" Madam Pomfrey looked at the old man nervously.

"Don't worry, it's just an old problem these days, I'm used to it......" Dumbledore waved his hand tiredly, revealing a haggard smile.

On this day, Albus Dumbledore finally understood one thing—the familiar Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and perhaps he would never be able to go back.

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Goo~,Big Chapter~

Because the doctor said that I should rest and lower the intraocular pressure in the past few days, I may not be able to break out for the time being~I'm sorry~

Goo Goo ~ I really want to be in the top 50, can I still ask for a monthly pass...... Grievance poke hand~