"Don't move, or if my hand shakes, you'll tear the Sorting Hat off!"

Because of the Sorting Hat's panicked screams, Elena had to raise her voice to make sure Phoenix Fawkes, who was standing at the table in the center of the room, could hear her.

There is no doubt that Phoenix Fawkes, who has accompanied Dumbledore for decades, is well aware of the importance of this chattering hat to Hogwarts, and it must be extremely cautious when faced with such a choice.

In this way, both the phoenix flame and the sharp long beak are no threat to Elena.

As Elena had expected, Phoenix Fawkes was visibly hesitant in the face of the Sorting Hat, her big beautiful eyes full of confusion, and her long golden beak froze in place, motionless as Elena put the Sorting Hat on its head.

"Look, it's not very simple!"

After successfully covering the phoenix's head with the sorting hat, Elena raised her eyebrows proudly, hugged Fawkes's warm body with one hand, and gently stroked the trembling phoenix wings with the other hand, and gently comforted, "Don't be afraid, I didn't prepare kitchen utensils today, and I won't eat you for the time being." ”

"Woo-"

With Elena's voice, Fawkes's body shook and let out a begging wail.

The big golden bird, whose beak was bound in the Sorting Hat, lay quietly on the table, not daring to move, fearing that the silver-haired little devil on its back would be upset, so it used its long beak to pierce the Sorting Hat.

"Stupid, even if you can catch the phoenix, so what?"

Apparently the figures in the portrait had their own unique ways of connecting, and a young witch with long dark hair appeared in an empty picture frame near the bookshelf, and said with a soft snort.

Another old antique looking for fault? The silver-haired little girl pouted helplessly, and was about to open her mouth to refute, when she suddenly heard the witch suddenly change her words.

"The phoenix is not afraid of flames, not afraid of heat. I've never cooked phoenixes, but when I barbecued the Grey Snake, I proved that this path was not feasible. Have you thought carefully about how to cook it?"

Huh?

Barbecue Grey Snake ...... It sounds like another delicious dish, but is there a friend among the former Headmaster of Hogwarts who has the same hobby as her?

Elena didn't answer, first curiously looked at the name tag and introduction under the frame of the dark long-haired young witch, and was immediately in awe - [Phyllida Spore], who died in 1408 due to the accidental ingestion of the highly poisonous Herbs, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a famous herbalist, and the author of "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

is simply the female version of Shennong in the European magic world, if there is no such fearless herbalist, maybe the potion level of the entire magic world will be regressed by many years.

Thinking of this, she looked down at the trembling Phoenix Fawkes, and the original guilt in Elena's heart suddenly disappeared - in this way, it turned out that she was for a greater ideal.

"Headmaster Felida, you're right, there's something wrong with the way I thought about cooking, magical creatures shouldn't be considered in the first place. ”

Elena, who has always refused to admit defeat, thought carefully for a while, nodded convincingly, and generously admitted her mistakes.

She is worthy of being a witch who can become the headmaster of Hogwarts, and even the remnants of wisdom in the portrait hundreds of years later are enough to give guidance to future generations.

The magical creatures of the wizarding world have their own characteristics, and if you blindly cling to the appearance of biological forms and forcibly imitate the cooking methods of the non-magical world, it is inevitably a bit too tyrannical.

For a long time, people have been accustomed to eating cooked food, which is not only longer preserved than raw meat, but also healthier, easier to digest and absorb, and on the other hand, cooked meat usually has a more desirable taste.

However, although the phoenix looks like a large golden turkey, it is not actually seen exactly as a bird.

As a magical creature that is reborn from the fire, every piece of meat on the phoenix's body has been strictly sterilized at high temperature from the beginning, and it is in perfect condition, and there is no need to think about such a thing as re-cooking.

In this way, you can actually cut the phoenix meat directly into thin slices, prepare a bowl of ice water and a small plate of dipping sauce next to it, dip it in the ice water a little, wrap it in a thick layer of seasoning, and stuff it into your mouth. The temperature difference between ice and fire, coupled with the explosive seasoning, is simply the most delicious enjoyment in the world. ”

Elena stroked the supple feathers of Phoenix Fawkes thoughtfully, swallowed, and frowned a little distressedly.

"But in this way, the freshness of the meat will be extremely demanding. It's not like every time you want to eat phoenix meat, you have to catch it once, and if you accidentally kill it, you have to wait for it to grow up. ”

Hearing the muttering of the silver-haired little Lori, Phoenix Fawkes's body trembled violently again, and the head bound in the sorting hat began to shake from side to side in a little panic, as if trying to break free.

"Obedient, don't make a fuss, I think about things. ”

Feeling that the phoenix beneath her was starting to get restless, Elena gently patted Fawkes's wide wings, "Don't worry, I don't usually like sashimi - well, raw meat slices - and that is not a technical way to eat. ”

"Indeed, if eaten raw, it seems a little too barbaric. We're wizards. ”

Philida Spoh in the portrait nodded in agreement and crossed her arms in confusion, "However, other than that, it is really difficult for the phoenix to find a suitable cooking method." ”

Before I knew it, all the portraits in the principal's office had woken up, and they were holding their breath, nervously looking back and forth at this person's dangerous conversation.

"Wait, Headmaster Felida, I seem to have thought of a solution. ”

Elena's fingers unconsciously swam back and forth along the muscles of Fawkes's wings, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she looked happily at Felida Spohr and said, "Have you heard of the way fishermen in the non-magical world deal with those superfluous fish?"

"Huh, you mean salted fish ......."

The dark and long-haired young witch's eyes lit up, and she nodded approvingly, "This is indeed a good way, you only need to put a thick layer of salt on the phoenix wings and phoenix legs, place them in a cool and dry place, and slowly dry them, and they can be stored for a long time." ”

Phoenix Fawkes' struggle began to grow more intense, and his long beak poked the Sorting Hat out of small protrusions from the inside out.

"That's right, in this way, when it's cold in winter, you only need to cut a small piece of phoenix meat and put it in the soup, and cook the warm magic contained in the phoenix, even a small bowl is enough to make the whole body warm up instantly. ”

Finally met a confidant in the wizarding world, and the silver-haired little Lori excitedly added to Philippa's words.

After a pause, Elena wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and said with a little annoyance, "You are worthy of being a great wizard who wrote "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms", and I really regret that I didn't meet Principal Filida earlier." ”

"Where, where, over the years, you are the little witch I have ever met, the most courageous little witch to explore the unknown. The young witch with long dark hair waved her hand a little sheepishly, but it was evident that Elena's compliment was particularly applicable.

Philida Spoh glanced at the well-behaved silver-haired little Lori with satisfaction, thought for a moment, raised her finger and said slowly, "Regarding cutting magical substances, I can actually teach you a little trick......"

Woohoo –

Woo –

At this moment, Phoenix Fox suddenly let out a series of unusually high-pitched chirps, and the lassoed neck began to shake desperately, without the slightest concern about whether the Sorting Hat would be punctured, the huge golden-red wings directly spread out with force, and the wings shook hard, and flew up directly.

"Hey, hey, hey??!"

Elena, who was pricking up her ears to listen carefully to Principal Philida's magic tricks, tilted her body and subconsciously grabbed the brim of the Sorting Hat with both hands, trying to pull the phoenix Fawkes - however, the silver-haired little Lori, who couldn't even match the strength of a fish, faced the phoenix, which could bear the weight of several adults, the difference in strength was even greater.

In the next second, Elena was effortlessly carried up by Phoenix Fawkes, like a fluttering piece of paper, barely creating any effective obstacles.

With both hands on the edge of the sorting hat and following the phoenix hovering around the office, the silver-haired little Lori suddenly remembered an idiom in her mind - it is difficult to ride a tiger.

With his entire head covered by the Sorting Hat, a frightened Phoenix Fawkes began to fly around Dumbledore's spacious and beautiful office like a headless fly, and on its back, a small silver-haired figure struggled to grab a black hat so that it wouldn't accidentally fall off.

"Left, left, left!!Ah, stupid bird, don't fly around, I won't eat you today!"

"Right right, right side, don't go past it's a bookshelf!"

Bang!

The tall wooden bookshelves let out a tooth-aching groan and slowly collapsed, scattering all kinds of books to the ground like scattered flowers of the goddess.

"Stop, stop, stop, go over and hit the chandelier—"

Duang!

Several lampposts were snapped off by Fawkes, falling crookedly downward.

"Don't come! Don't come!"

"Oh my God, who's going to inform Dumbledore. ”

Elena, who had managed to escape the impact, heard the exclamations of the respected headmasters of Hogwarts.

"Wait a minute, there's a portrait of the headmasters......"

The girl looked up, her pupils shrinking slightly, and the next impact was the headmaster's frames - some of them were out of print, and it would be a shame to destroy them, as she didn't know if Dumbledore would be able to repair them.

"Forget it!"

Gritting her teeth, Elena grabbed the sides of the Sorting Hat with both hands, swung her body up by inertia, reluctantly aligned the bird's head in the other direction of the room, and then curled up with a dead face on her face, so as not to be too badly injured.

Bang

Completely frightened, Phoenix Fawkes slammed into the wooden table it had been standing on like a downed plane, smashing all sorts of snacks and desserts all over the floor, and finally slammed into Dumbledore's wooden desk and stopped.

The inkwell on Dumbledore's desk gurgled and rolled down, staining the spread letters with ink.

Elena's small body slammed into the wall with the portraits of the principals by inertia, and the girl seemed to grab the edge of a wooden frame in a panic, cushioning the force slightly, and then slowly sliding down to the corner.

Syllable!

A few seconds later, a large wooden picture frame staggered off the wall, and the next moment, Elena heard Phineas roar in her ears.

"I'm going to fire you! In my day, I had to fire you. ”

Well, apparently, Elena already knew which headmaster's portrait she had accidentally dropped.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Elena grinned, sat on the ground and rubbed her somewhat red and swollen shoulders, and patted the edge of the portrait frame with a big grin, "Besides, Principal Phineas, your painting is still very strong, relax, relax." ”

At this moment, Elena suddenly noticed that behind Phineas's frame there seemed to be a somewhat old roll of parchment, which seemed to be secretly written down a lot.

- Could it be some hidden magic spell, or a secret treasure clue left by the founder?

The silver-haired little Lori's eyes lit up slightly, she looked left and right, the corners of her mouth curled, and she reached out and took out the parchment from behind the picture frame that was crooked on the wall, and was about to open it to take a closer look.

Squeak.

There was a slight noise at the door, as if someone was pushing the door in.

- Dumbledore is back!

Elena turned grim, quickly stuffed the parchment paper into her clothes along the neckline, and then fell to the ground and began to pretend to be in pain.

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Dumbledore pushed the door open, looking at the mess with a shocked look on his face.

It was as if the entire principal's office had just been subjected to a fierce battle.

The giant chandelier on the ceiling was oddly twisted on one side, candy, biscuits, and snacks were scattered all over the floor, and huge wooden bookshelves were slanted in the center of the room, and the floor was littered with paper and books, and the ink in the gurgling inkwell was spreading in all directions.

Fawkes, the bright and beautiful phoenix, was lying in front of his desk in a mess of feathers, next to the crumpled sorting hat, while the silver-haired Elena was cowering in the corner with a painful face, and the portrait of Principal Phineas that somehow fell to the ground blocked most of the little girl's body.

"Ahem. So, what's going on?"

The headmaster, who has won the respect of all teachers and students in the history of Hogwarts, and the greatest wizard of our time, finally felt the taste of confusion again after many years.

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(Meng Meng Da Youmeng wants to eat, the new book asks for recommendation votes to support, and it's another 4,000-word chapter, and it's not opened! ~~~Meow)