At this time, Elena, who was far away on the shores of Loch Lomond, did not realize the consequences of her quick speech.

In her thoughts, Dumbledore should still be continuing the "Harry Potter Brave Raising Game", and he had no time to care about such a trivial matter as a wayward little girl's refusal to enroll.

Of course, this can't be blamed on her, after all, before she crossed over, the movie "Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald" had not yet been released, and she couldn't have known that Dumbledore and Grindelwald, two old rivals, had finally waited for the official CP hammer, let alone that Grindelwald said something very similar to her back then.

The most urgent dilemma facing Elena today is how to break the silence that has lasted for almost half an hour in the cabin.

Yes, she and Benitez hadn't spoken since Professor McGonagall slammed the door and left.

Elena sat at the end of the bed with her head bowed and played with her fingers quietly, while the priest ate her breakfast intently and slowly, as if she wanted to lick the marrow in every fine bone.

"Alas. Are you planning to never speak again?"

Finally, Benitez sighed helplessly, put down the clean soup bowl he had already drunk, and was the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry...... silver-haired little Lori raised her head, her lips pursed, and she said weakly.

For this man who picked her up from the streets of London and returned to the orphanage, patiently taught her English communication like a dumb girl, and then raised her clumsily, although Elena usually has a unforgiving mouth, she has already regarded him as a father in her heart.

It's just that whether it's the wizarding world or the beginning and end of the journey, she can't tell each other as calmly as Benitez after all.

In a sense, this is perhaps the greatest curse that the traverser bears - forever carrying an unspeakable secret.

"Well, it seems that this is a much more complicated problem than stealing the explosives from the stone workshop and going to the lake to fry fish. ”

Benitez raised his eyebrows comically, trying to make the subject less solemn.

"It's a hundred times more complicated than that, and I'm not stealing, I'm borrowing! I wrote down the contact information and purpose of the orphanage, and in the end half of the fish I caught were given to them. ”

Elena puffed out her cheeks, she had always been worried about this, wasn't it just fried fish, the basic operation of human beings using intelligence to hunt, and the fuss of the Conservation Society finally notified the police and security departments.

That was the first and only time Benitez was angry with her, and she had even thought about it at the time, and when she saw that the situation was not good, she ran away with her little quilt and bag overnight.

Sitting up, Benitez rubbed Elena's little head vigorously, and did not continue to debate the issue with her, knowing full well that he was definitely no match for his own sophist.

"Don't you want to open it? This letter from the school of magic. ”

Picking up the thick parchment envelope that Professor McGonagall had left in the room, Benitez reached out and handed it to the girl, asking gently.

There is no postmark on the envelope, and the address and recipient are clearly written on the front in emerald ink.

[Scottish Highlands, Hard Rock Street, Rass Town, cubicle next to the kitchen of Benitez Orphanage, by Miss Elena Caslana]

"No, if you want to see it, you can open it yourself, it's nothing more than the start time of school and the school supplies you need to prepare. I'm not going to go to school there anyway. ”

Elena took the thick envelope from Benitez's hand, rubbed her fingertips back and forth on the Hogwarts school crest, and casually threw the letter back into Benitez's arms, shaking her head, and secretly scolding.

- In her previous life, there were so many unscrupulous authors who wrote about the Harry Potter world, and almost every one of them would use the content of the letter to water the word count, and she could recite what was written inside without opening it-

"I advise you not to open it, though. ”

In the middle of speaking, Elena glanced at the empty bowl that Benitez had placed at the head of the bed, raised her eyebrows, and added a thoughtful sentence.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter now, they probably won't send any more letters. ”

"Why?"

Benitez asked with a frown, confused.

"Because the wizarding world uses owls to deliver letters, otherwise where did you think I got so many Scottish round-faced fat chickens that I ate before? ”

The silver-haired little Lori stretched out her hand and replied with a natural expression.

"Oh my gosh. ”

Hearing Elena's answer, Benitez stroked his forehead with one hand and suddenly felt his temples throb.

He instantly understood the reason why Professor McGonagall had slammed the door in a rage when she heard the invitation to dinner.

This kind of thing, no matter who it is changed to, will be angry, and this kid has become more and more lawless.

The man's face sank, "Elena, you come here! ”

He felt the need to discuss with the troubled child what basic social etiquette was, but he had thought that after the last fish bombing incident, Elena would be much more mature and the result was completely unchanged.

"I'm not, I'm not stupid~"

Glancing at Benitez, whose face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, Elena cutely stuck out her tongue and grimaced.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that there were no vegetables in the kitchen anymore, and I had to go to the market to buy them. ”

Without waiting for Benitez to attack, the girl jumped off the bed nimbly with both hands, waved her hand, and ran out quickly without looking back.

She didn't want to be caught by Benitez and nagged for a whole morning, like she had done last time.

"This girl ......"

Benitez looked at the little silver-haired girl who ran away like a frightened bunny and shook her head helplessly.

Perhaps, as Professor McGonagall had said, there was some kind of magical power in this child.

Every time he wants to educate Elena well, as long as the girl is a little coquettish, he will be inexplicably soft-hearted, and after a few words of blame without pain, it will be gone.

Not only him, but almost every time Elena got into trouble, it seemed that she was forgiven very easily—as if, no matter what she did, she would be forgiven.

Of course, it is also possible that he is really unfit to teach children, as the nuns in London say.

"A ...... School of Magic?"

Benitez watched as Elena threw back the envelope in his hand, his fingers wandering over the seal, as if what was in front of him was not a letter but a terrible Pandora's box.

Others may not know, but Benitez, who has watched Elena grow up all the way, knows it all too well. But anything that is not of interest, Elena will never invest even a little energy and time in it.

As a child who was less than eleven years old, but was able to dismiss an adult wizard from the wizarding world in various ways, Benitez had no idea that Elena really didn't care about the wizarding world as she had appeared.

After struggling back and forth like this for more than ten minutes, Benitez glanced at the empty bowl at the head of the bed, and suddenly a thought flashed through him, if he hadn't had a migraine due to the wind cold, would Elena choose another way to refuse the invitation from that world?

After thinking about it carefully, Benitez recalled the way the silver-haired little Lori's eyes lit up when he talked about the stewed owl soup just now, and sighed a little tiredly, with the character of that lawless little glutton, there was really no way to judge the real reason.

Benitez picked up the thick parchment envelope and looked solemnly at the somewhat strange emblem on the envelope once more, as if some terrible monster would come out of it the next moment.

After hesitating for a few seconds, gritting his teeth, the man flipped his wrist and shook the letter open.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:

Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Magic, President of the Wizards' Guild, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin)

Dear Lady Caslana, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

Vice-Principal (female) Minerva McGonagall above]

Benitez tapped his fingers on the letterhead, looking thoughtfully at the ornate shapeshifting wooden chair in front of him, perhaps he should have had a more conversation with Professor McGonagall.

At least he could feel Elena's hidden stubbornness when she saw Professor McGonagall stand up with a small wooden stick—but it was similar to the way she had shivered when the fish had been discovered, but this time it was an owl that had stolen someone's eater.

It's just that when he thinks about this, Benitez feels a dull pain in his brain again.

Roughly calculated, it is conservatively estimated that the entire orphanage has eaten at least a dozen "Scottish round-faced fat chickens" for more than a week, and now that he knows about this, if Benitez really has the opportunity to meet Professor McGonagall again, he will naturally offer to compensate him.

"I don't know if the pound can be exchanged for the currency of wizards, but I hope that as Elena said, the price of the wizarding world will be slightly cheaper. ”

Benitez sighed at the thought of this, although Elena had made a lot of money for the orphanage over the years, but she also paid a lot of fines or compensation for her trouble.

At that moment, there was a crackling sound like a whiplash outside the door.

Then there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and a familiar woman's voice came in from outside the door.

"Mr. Benitez, I'm Minerva McGonagall. I'm sorry to bother you again, but I'd like to know a little more about Miss Elena if I can. ”

The Deputy Headmaster from Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall?

The corners of Benitez's mouth raised, he glanced at the letter in his hand, turned over and stepped out of bed, took the dishes on the table aside, took a coat and draped it over his body, and replied without hesitation.

"Welcome, Ms. McGonagall. It just so happens that I have something to ask you about Elena and your wizarding world. ”

At the same time, Elena, who was concentrating on fishing by the lake, suddenly had a palpitation, as if she had a bad feeling every time the school announced a parent-teacher conference in her previous life?

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(Meng Meng Da Youmeng wants to eat, the new book asks for recommendation votes to support, huh, it's still a big chapter of more than 3,000 words!)