Come on, Hermione, those house-elves don't need a break, they want to work all day long! Ron sneered.

Hermione glared at him in annoyance, and was about to retort, but saw Ivan next to him suddenly stand up, throw the knife and fork in his hand, and run straight outside.

"Ivan? Where are you going? Hermione shouted loudly, but Ivan didn't stop to explain, and quickly disappeared into the hallway of the foyer.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, roughly guessed where Ivan wanted to go, and dropped the utensils and chased after him.

"Aren't they going to eat?" Ron looked at Ivan and Hermione, who were leaving the table one after another, and asked curiously.

"How do I know?" Harry was also confused, completely confused.

……

Out of the foyer, Ivan immediately opened the map of the living spot and checked it.

Strands of black ink gradually appeared on the parchment, outlining the entire castle plan and its names.

Ivan saw the moving name at a glance.

Alastor Moody!

Ivan's brow furrowed, and after half a sound, he put away the map of the living spots.

When he looked up again, he was already in the basement of the castle, and in front of him was a particularly wide stone corridor, which was illuminated by torches on both sides, and the thick stone walls were decorated with many pictures, all of which were food.

Ivan walked briskly to a drawing of a large fruit bowl, stretched out his hand, and gently scratched the big green pear, which suddenly squirmed, chuckled, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob.

Ivan grabbed it and was about to push it away when he heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and turned his head to realize that it was Hermione.

"Hermione, what are you doing with you?" Ivan was very strange.

"Of course I'm here to help!" Hermione swore by it. "I'm familiar with these house-elves, and I've dealt with them many times!"

Ivan nodded helplessly, since he had come, he was not good at driving people, so he had to grab the doorknob and push the door into the kitchen.

Inside was a tall room, as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

The most striking thing is the four long wooden tables, arranged exactly like the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

From time to time, Ivan could see the short house-elves busily busily inside, placing the delicately prepared food on the table, and after a few moments, the food disappeared without a trace, apparently summoned by the students.

"Every house-elf is very hardworking, they work non-stop every day, they hardly make mistakes, but they can't get a little better." Hermione said in frustration.

Ivan didn't reply, in fact, the house-elves at Hogwarts were pretty good compared to other similar people, and those house-elves who served pure-blood families had a miserable life.

The arrival of the two of them naturally couldn't hide from these careful house-elves, and the few closest ones immediately put down the work at hand and surrounded Ivan's body, while Hermione next to him was completely ignored by these house-elves.

Because the other party always comes here to spread some "evil" theories, the house-elves are afraid to avoid it.

"Mr. Hals, do you need anything?" The house-elf in the lead said very earnestly.

Ivan crouched down, his eyes as level as possible with the other party, and asked in a gentle voice. "I'm here to ask you something, and I've heard that Professor Moody often asks you to prepare a midnight snack at night, right?"

"Yes! Mr. Moody told us he needed to investigate suspicious people in the castle and was usually busy late in the morning, so needed an extra snack, which we were happy to be able to help! The house-elf shouted proudly.

Ivan nodded, not caring whether it was clean or not, and just sat on the floor and pondered.

The house-elves gathered silently around Ivan and did not move, and Hermione did not dare to disturb Ivan's thinking at will.

After a long while, Ivan seemed to come back to his senses and looked at the house-elves again. "Have you cleaned Professor Moody's office? I've been there once, well, what can I say...... It's a mess! ”

"Mr. Moody never let us into his office, saying there were a lot of dangerous collectibles there, each of which was lethal." The house-elf replied in frustration.

"Is that so?" Ivan slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and finally said. "I suddenly want to eat a supper, please prepare it for me, just follow Professor Moody's request!"

The house-elves were very happy to get busy.

……

After more than ten minutes, Ivan pushed open the door and left the kitchen with the warm farewell of the domestic elves.

In comparison, Ivan had an extra plate in his hand, on which lay half a steak, a large string of hot dogs, a few pieces of mousse cake, and a small dessert.

"Do you want to eat? Hermione? Ivan cut a piece of hot dog and gulped it down, then handed the plate to Hermione and gestured.

Hermione shook her head, she had heard Ivan say so much before, how could she still have the heart to eat, and hurriedly asked. "Are you suspicious of Professor Moody?"

"But... How is that possible? Hermione felt a little incredulous. Moody was a legendary Auror, and he helped them a lot during most of the semester, and was the best Defence Against the Dark Arts professor she'd ever met!

"yes, how could that ......" Ivan nodded in agreement, picking up a piece of mousse cake and stuffing it into his mouth.

Hermione bit her lip sullenly, her brown eyes fixed on Ivan, and she could certainly hear the perfunctory expression of Ivan's words.

Ivan scratched his head, in fact he didn't want Hermione to be involved in this kind of thing, but now it was obvious that he couldn't hide it, so he pointed to the plate in his hand and spoke.

"Do you think Professor Moody is a big eater? Three meals a day, a lot of dessert after the meal, and then I went to the kitchen in the evening to have a supper......"

Hermione looked at the plate in Ivan's hand, and immediately understood what he meant, this supper was full of portions, enough for both of them to eat for dinner.

"So you said it's possible, Professor Moody still needs to feed another person! Otherwise, why didn't he just eat in the auditorium and kitchen? I want to run around with a plate, so I don't have to be in such a hurry every time, right? Ivan guessed boldly.