"Wow, this little owl is so cute, it looks like a very rare eagle owl. ”

"Don't you see if it hasn't woken up? ”

"Hmph, since it fell into my hands, its race has changed to Scottish round-faced fat chicken. ”

On one side of the long table in Hufflepuff House, three girls gathered in a circle, whispering to a shivering little owl at the table, and occasionally curiously reaching out their fingers to touch the animal's head.

The whole hunt was over in less than ten seconds, and in the face of the small carnivorous bird of prey that had been exercising for a long time, the reserve grain Vika, the reckless little guy barely showed any decent resistance, and was easily caught in front of Erin.

Elena looked closely, it was a subspecies of eagle owl that she had never known before.

The little owl's head was a little flatter than the average round-faced fat chicken, and it looked a bit like an eagle's head, and it was extremely small, slightly smaller than her reserves.

The little thing's two little paws clung to a thick parchment envelope about the size of its body with some uneasiness, and squatted on the dining table in a daze, shaking all the time.

On its neck was a small orange carrot-shaped fruit strung with strings, with a few letters vaguely engraved on it, and Elena raised her eyebrows, picking up the baby carrot with curiosity to make out the handwriting on it.

“C，H，S...... Huh?!"

Suddenly, Elena's face changed, and she quickly withdrew her fingers, narrowly avoiding the beak that was pecking at her index finger.

Goo ~ Goo Goo ~ Goo Goo

The little owl stumbled backwards, dodging Elena's fingers, its wings spread, and cooed like a demonstrative croaking at the humans in front of it.

Goo!⊙▽⊙?

Smack!(#=▽=)!

Before Elena could make a move, the reserve squatting on Elena's shoulder screamed angrily, and quickly flew to the table, its brown wings raised high, and with a snap effortlessly knocked the little owl down, and pressed it firmly on the plate with its claws.

The package pressed under the owl's talons also fell to the side of the dining table, and was picked up by Elena.

Coo-goo-goo!!

As Elena picked up the package, the little owl suddenly seemed to be crazy, fluttered violently and struggled, and knocked over two or three goblets on the table in one goblet, and let out a terrible angry cry from its mouth.

It's a pity that in terms of physique and strength, it is too far from the reserve food, no matter how hard it struggles and screams, it can't break free from the reserve food, oh no, the ferocious laughing owl [Vika].

"Yo, you're not too bad, little one. ”

Elena chuckled disapprovingly, and she suddenly wondered what kind of wizarding family could raise such a little owl with an iron head than Hannah.

Subconsciously pinched the package on his hand, and there was no strange bulge inside.

In fact, it is not so much a parcel as a thick parchment envelope tied to a colorful magazine with a thick rope.

Untying the rope, the girl looked back and forth at the front and back of the envelope, and there was no sender's message written on the cover, but only a line written with a thick quill dipped in black ink.

[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore (accepted)]

"Tsk, is it a letter to Dumbledore? ”

Elena pursed her lips and tossed the envelope aside with disinterest.

The decision to publicly express Dumbledore's willingness to answer questions in the newspaper was actually one of the measures she had proposed to Dumbledore in the Slytherin common room a month earlier.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world, Dumbledore couldn't be too loud in the whole Gringotts incident, but it would be too suspicious to be completely quiet.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly the safest way to answer some questions selectively according to the caliber of the Ministry of Magic.

However, Elena was not interested in helping Dumbledore find out which envelopes were safe. You know, even the non-magical world has mail attacks, let alone the mysterious magical world. Attaching a few evil spells or some strange forbidden dangerous items to an envelope is a normal thing in the wizarding world.

"So, ...... next"

Elena's gaze returned to the center of the plate, and the eagle-headed owl, which was still struggling, showed a sad smile, and stretched out her fingers to grope and weigh its small body for a moment.

Not surprisingly, like most round-faced fat chickens, although it looks fluffy, there are not many edible parts inside, and I don't know if it's because of its young age or the fact that it usually eats less, this little owl is obviously a little malnourished.

If the reserve grain can barely stew a thermos pot of soup, then this little thing is estimated to be too much water to stew half a pot of soup, in other words, even the stupid sparrow in autumn has more meat than it.

But as the old saying goes, mosquito legs are meat when you're young – and if nothing else, it's hard to get a decent amount of poultry for the next week or even a semester.

"Wait, Elena, you're not going to think about it...... Wake up, this is someone else's owl. ”

Hannah asked cautiously at Elena with some uncertainty.

She remembered that the same look had appeared on Elena's face yesterday when Hagrid had fished out the mutant fish from the Black Lake, a terrible smile of sadness and a little excitement.

With this expression, Elena, under the shocked and frightened eyes of everyone, including Hagrid, skillfully demonstrated to all the wizards in the field how to stun a big fish that was jumping around, descale, break the belly, remove the dirt, cut into pieces, and a series of basic team cooking preparations.

So much so that it is estimated that half of the little wizards had Elena wielding a kitchen knife in their dreams last night.

"No, no, no, you guessed wrong. I swore I never thought of dehairing this Scottish round-faced fat chicken, removing the internal organs, then putting ginger, chives, and shiitake mushrooms in hot water, adding a little cooking wine, salt, and white sugar to taste, and simmering for half an hour with a lid. ”

Elena slipped the saliva that was about to be released, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the expression of poor little Hannah who was about to cry, she continued, "Of course, I didn't think about washing it directly and cutting it into small pieces, throwing it into a circle of evenly mixed egg liquid, and then dipping it in breadcrumbs, putting it in a pan and frying it until golden brown on both sides, then scooping it up and sprinkling a small amount of coarse salt. ”

"First of all, it's an owl, not a fat chicken. Secondly, I'm not as easy to get fooled by you as Hannah. From the beginning, I didn't think you'd ever think about eating it. Otherwise, the reserve grain would have been eaten by you a long time ago. ”

Hermione corrected with a serious look on her face, then shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Actually, I'm more interested in the one under the envelope than the one I haven't seen yet. ”

"Hehe, I can't tell you that I really want to eat it today......"

Sensing a second provocation to authority, Elena narrowed her eyes and lifted the owl's talons, her eyes casually swept over the colorful magazine that Hermione was paying attention to, and her voice was abrupt.

I hadn't paid attention to the picture on the cover just now, but now that I looked closely, it seemed to be a badly drawn caricature of Albus Dumbledore, which Elena still recognized by the old man's long white beard and half-moon-shaped eyes.

Dumbledore was seen standing in front of Hogwarts Castle, and in front of him was a hill of golden gallons, and countless elves bowed at his feet.

And the title of the comic is: "How Long Can the Mighty Dumbledore Hide the Truth?"

"Huh?!" Elena, who had laughed before, shuddered and opened her eyes wide.

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Mutter~