Half an hour later, people in the Hufflepuff girls' dorm gradually began to wake up.

"Hey, where's Elena?"

Hermione Granger rubbed her eyes with one hand and sat up slowly, her pale pink suspender pajamas half-hanging loosely from her left arm, sleepy-eyed looking from side to side, still in the initial boot loading process at the beginning of each day.

"I don't know...... But don't worry, she won't be able to run far. You see, her robes are still here. ”

Sensing the movement around her, Hannah's little Lori, who was sleeping on Hermione's right hand, also woke up, glanced at the wizard's robe that was still on the chair next to the bed, and replied while yawning.

"And the white-haired dumpling isn't stupid, at best, he walks to the kitchen outside the Hufflepuff door, and won't go any further. ”

Obviously, the house-elves don't know when they've arrived.

The dirty laundry that the girls had left in the basket yesterday had now been washed and ironed, and it smelled fresh and smelling, and it was neatly stacked on the chair next to the bed.

"That's right. ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows, smiled and nodded, her eyes slowly returning to clarity, and she stood up and began to dress.

Both Hannah and Hermione were already quite familiar with Elena's road idiot nature and her face-saving personality - without the two of them navigating, Elena would not and could not find a third person to take her to the restaurant for dinner.

Sure enough, when Hermione and Hannah got dressed and walked down the stairs into the common room, they saw Elena sitting in front of the fireplace, bored with the fire tongs.

"You're all packed, let's go have breakfast......"

Elena turned her head with a look of resentment, dropped the tongs in her hand, and stood up.

Just now, she discovered a little knowledge that Newt Scamander didn't necessarily know - fireflies born from Hufflepuff fireplace flames really can't be eaten, whether they are grilled or swallowed raw, they are closer to a physical glowing magic than a living thing.

If the two wings had come out any later, she might have to consider sneaking them off from the "pothos" that Professor Sprout had kept in the common room and roasting them in the fire.

"Hmmm......"

Hermione and Hannah nodded approvingly.

With Elena's voice, hunger pangs poured out of Hermione and Hannah's bodies like a plague.

The eleven or twelve-year-old girl is the age of growing her body, not to mention that the three of them had been playing around in the quilt for a while last night, consuming a lot of water and salt...... This can be regarded as one of the disadvantages of sleeping together, after all, as long as one person still has the mental toss, the other two will not be able to sleep peacefully.

It has to be said that foodie is a contagious attribute.

Under Elena's subtle influence, Hermione and Hannah became more and more interested in delicious food.

Of course, another reason for this is that since Dumbledore officially recognized Elena as the head chef of Hogwarts, the quality of Hogwarts' three meals a day has indeed taken a qualitative leap.

There are no classes scheduled for the weekends at Hogwarts, at least not until then.

No matter how rich the breakfast is, most lazy little wizards still choose to stay in bed for a while.

So by the time the three of Elena arrived at the cafeteria, there weren't many students sitting in the auditorium, and most of the seats were empty, except for ......

"Big sister, morning. ”

"Hermione, morning. ”

"Hannah, morning. ”

As soon as Elena entered the auditorium, she heard the energetic spirit coming from the long table in Gryffindor House, and turned her head to see Harry, Ron, and a bunch of first-year boys already sitting at the edge of the table, waving excitedly at them.

The Slytherin table at the other end of the auditorium echoed the same hello.

"It's a rare ......"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, turned her head to look at Elena and whispered.

"It seems like the first time Ron has gotten up so early. Quidditch is so magical that it can make these boys not even sleep - if only they were so active in class. ”

"You don't understand, Hermione. This is a boy. ”

Elena smiled and waved in response, whispering Hermione's question.

"As far as I know, there are people who can even go out of love for the rest of their lives for the sake of games and sports – like the Gryffindor Quidditch piece of wood, whose girlfriend is probably a Quaffle. ”

"Anyway, I don't think there's any fun in flying in the sky and playing. ”

Hermione pursed her lips and said seriously, "I've studied it before, the rules of Quidditch are too cumbersome and sloppy, there are more than seven hundred rules, if you really follow the book, it won't ...... at all."

"Poof. ”

Just then, a clear chuckle came from Hermione's side.

"Abbo Hannah, what are you laughing at?"

Hermione turned her head and asked with an unhappy look at the blonde big-breasted Lori that Elena was holding on her left hand.

"I remembered something happy about. ”

"What's the happy thing?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, like an angry cat.

"I'm on the Quidditch team. ”

Hannah stuck out her tongue, trying to pull the smile back from her face, and replied in a calm voice.

"Ahem, cough, puff~"

In the face of this sudden sense of déjà vu, Elena didn't hold back for a while, and after a violent cough, she let out a snorting sound, obviously holding it hard.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hermione's voice grew colder, and her brown eyes stared at Elena.

"I've also been selected for the Quidditch team......

Elena spread her hands and continued without hesitation.

After a few seconds of pause, looking at the little chocobo, whose face was becoming more and more ugly, Elena finally failed to continue the interpretation of this famous scene, and let out a series of joyful laughter.

"Hahahaha, cough cough, hahaha......"

Anyway, Hannah was there to help, and this time Elena was not afraid that Hermione would be annoyed and pull her stupid hair.

"You, you're going too far!

Hermione's little face flushed all of a sudden, and she angrily shook off Elena's hand and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

She naturally knew what the two bad friends were laughing at. Isn't it just that you can fly, what's the big deal!

"Huh, Granger......"

Seeing that Hermione seemed to be really angry, Hannah glanced at the white-haired balls who were still giggling there with some complaint, and quickly let go of Elena's hand and chased in the direction of Hermione.

Now Hermione, as expected, is still a sensitive and willful little Lori, and she is not teased at all.

Elena shook her head helplessly, and was about to go up with Hannah and pull Hermione's little Lori to soothe her.

Mutter!

At that moment, six long-eared owls flew into the Great Hall carrying a slender package, and after circling the sky a few times, landed squarely in front of Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table.

At the same time, footsteps could be heard at the location of the professor's passage at the other end of the auditorium.

As is customary, Dumbledore would usually be one of the first professors to arrive at the Great Hall.

"Malfoy, don't open the package on the table!"

Elena glanced at Hannah, who had caught up with Hermione not far away, and was awkwardly explaining something, and breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head to focus on Draco Malfoy, who was about to tear open the package.

Seeing Draco frozen in place, looking up at her at a loss for what to do, Elena couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, glanced at the white-bearded old wizard who had just pushed the door open and walked into the Great Hall, and walked briskly in the direction of the Slytherin table.

No wonder I have been feeling uneasy in my heart since I woke up this morning, it turned out that this is the reason - it was so dangerous, if it wasn't for the quick reaction, Dumbledore would have almost found this broomstick, and it would have been difficult to sneak out of the school again.

But...... Why do you always feel like you're ignoring something? Forget it, it shouldn't be important, anyway, Derpy didn't give warning.

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The first chapter of today, the next chapter of the wood.

Because today I took a little bit of experience with Brother Elbow, and found that I really have to write more detailed outlines every day to ensure smooth code words. So the fat chicken next time to sort out the details of the outline went to goo~ strive to be able to write more every day after that~

PS: It's finally the weekend, and the statement checkout is done, so I'm happy without working overtime~~ It's just that the typhoon is a little scared~ It's very inconvenient to go out to forage for food~

The current one is also a progress bar...... Hey, how much is it, I forgot~ (weak heart)