"Singing the Opposite"? Hmm...... I swear I haven't seen this magazine in the bookstore. ”

Hermione Granger, who has a slight reading fetish, tilted her head and looked sideways at the book in Elena's hand, her face was full of curiosity and desire to learn, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she shook Elena's arm, "When you're done, can you lend it to me?"

"Of course. Elena nodded, rolled up the magazine in her hand and handed it to the eager little beaver, her eyes still resting on the little owl, thoughtful.

As long as you know the result, it is undoubtedly much easier to make relevant reasoning in reverse.

There is no doubt that since the death of Luna's mother, the Lovegood family has not been in a very good financial situation. This can be seen in the way Luna and Mr. Lovegood are dressed, as well as the accessories.

As a wizarding family, they don't even have enough money to make it to Sweden in search of the ethereal scimitar-horned snoring beast - if the Weasleys' poverty comes from having too many children, then the Lovegoods' poverty comes mainly from too many dreams.

"So, those three letters must be the abbreviation of Scimitar Snorer. If it weren't for the fact that it's only 1991, I would almost have thought it meant Chinese Simplified. Grabbed Luna's little owl from Hannah's lap, touched the CHS engraved on the "little carrot necklace", and raised her eyebrows.

After being mentally prepared, Elena, who has rich practical experience, naturally knows what posture to use to grab the round-faced fat chicken, so that she can not be pecked by these delicious little animals - just pinch the tender meat under the feathers of the back of the neck, spread her fingers in a triangular shape, and slightly resist the wide head bones of the round-faced fat chicken, and you can easily subdue these irritable small birds of prey.

The little owl, which had fallen into Elena's hand again, struggled a little for a moment or two, and quickly fell silent, as if a lost dream in the face of a cruel world, hung motionless in the girl's hand.

"Look, actually, this little owl is quite obedient. It's just that the reaction was a little slower, and I didn't receive the kindness I sent just now, right? Chinese Simplified?"

Elena turned her head and smiled sweetly at a worried Hannah Abbot, and explained lightly that the last sentence was addressed to the little owl in her hand.

"Chinese Simplified, am I right?" Elena flipped her wrist over, looked at the little owl's big watery eyes, shook it again, showed a gentle smile, and repeated.

Mutter?

The little owl looked up a little dazedly, opened its mouth, and barked timidly.

"Not bad, very smart~" Elena nodded with satisfaction, Luna's little owl will definitely be much smarter than the Zhu Weiqiong after Ron, otherwise with the confusion of that family, ordinary little things would not be able to live for a long time.

Elena subconsciously picked up a silver dinner knife and compared, well, it was the wrong one.

In the frightened eyes of the little owl, Elena quickly put down the dinner knife, casually broke off a small piece of bread that had just been rewarded from the reserve grain mouth next to her, put it on the beak of the eagle-headed little owl and shook it, and said softly, "Chinese simplified, are you hungry?" Come, sister feed you something." ”

Mutter...... The little owl looked at the laughing owl not far away and nodded slowly.

Mutter. QAQ

Click, click, click......

Syllable!

"Come back to your senses, let's have breakfast. You'll have to go to Hagrid and continue training later. ”

Glancing at the "Chinese Simplified" that gradually became well-behaved with the help of reserve grain, Elena raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of Hannah's eyes, while reaching out to take a bowl of mashed potatoes that had just appeared on the table, carefully seasoning it twice.

As the number one staple food in the British region, no matter how much Elena and her children scourge the kitchen, even if there is a mass famine, potatoes, a cheap and nutritious crop, must be one of the few foods that will survive until the last minute.

Someone has even said that potatoes are the soul of all European banquets, just as ginger, onions and garlic are the soul of all Chinese food, and European banquets without potatoes are soulless.

The mashed potatoes served in the Hogwarts kitchen are a common European practice, which is simply to cook potatoes in plain water, take them out, peel them, mash them with a rice spoon, add butter, fresh milk, pepper, salt, and stir them slightly to taste.

The result of such a simple and crude meal is obviously unacceptable to Elena, who pursues food, and it just so happens that there are some condiments and ingredients on the table that can be used, so that she can barely try to improve the taste of the ordinary mashed potatoes in front of her a little, after all, even the soul is interesting and boring.

"Wait...... You guys?"

Noticing the words in Elena's mouth, Hannah subconsciously raised her head, frowned and repeated, her light blue eyes looked at the white-haired danko in front of her, "Could it be that Elena, don't you join us in the [Wizard Basic Skills Training] course today?"

"Well, no. According to Professor Dumbledore, due to the after-effects of some of the spells that hit my body, I need to recuperate and observe for a while over the next few days...... Well, in his own care,

Heh, protect, under. ”

As she spoke, Elena pursed her lips without leaving a trace, puffed out her cheeks, and hummed with some dissatisfaction.

After all, it's Dumbledore, a spicy old radish, who is suspicious all day long, always suspecting that she is such a cute first-year wizard who wants to make big news at every turn, and finds a reason to spy on her.

"Is the after-effects of the spell?!Is it serious?!Can it be cured?!Does it still hurt?!"

Hearing Elena's words, a trace of panic appeared on little Hannah's face, and she hurriedly pasted it, stretched out her hands to support Elena's face, and looked left and right with a concerned expression.

Hannah Abbott, who spent almost a third of her childhood growing up in the Cauldron Tavern, had heard too much about spells, and there were countless tragic cases of witches and wizards in the chatter and chatter of the drinkers.

"Is Elena still injured??Where is it??!"

At the same time, Hermione, who was still reading "Singing Contrarian" carefully, also quickly put down the magazine in her hand, her apricot eyes widened slightly, and her little hands carefully groped and kneaded on Elena's arms and shoulders.

Before that, Hermione thought that the so-called injuries of Elena were exaggerated rumors, after all, when she saw her in the morning, she didn't look scarred.

"Alright, alright, you two don't make such a fuss!

Looking at the delicate little round face close at hand, and feeling the fingers slashing from her waist and arm, Elena's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly broke free, picked up the spoon and took out two large pieces of mashed potatoes that had been seasoned twice in her hand, and stuffed them into the mouths of the two little loli on the left and right respectively.

"Elena, don't try to divert the conversation from this trick again......"

Hermione puffed out her mouth and said mutteredly, suddenly her eyes opened, "This, this mashed potato!"

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Mutter~