Rolf and the others cautiously moved towards the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who was looking at them.

A few minutes later, they finally managed to leave the chilling party and hurried down the hallway lit with black candles.

"Hopefully the pudding hasn't been eaten yet. Ron prayed hopefully, leading the way briskly trotting down the steps leading to the foyer.

However, it was not as Ron had prayed, and the final dessert time of the feast was over, and when the few people walked into the hall, the prefects were organizing the little wizards to return to their dormitories.

"It's unfortunate," Rolf said, turning to his frustrated friends, "but maybe we can sneak into the kitchen?"

Hearing Rolf's words, several people who were originally going to be hungry instantly raised their heads in surprise, but their mood instantly fell again.

"Come on, Rolf, we don't know where the kitchen is. Ron said with a dejected expression.

"Besides, if you go to the kitchen to steal food and get caught, you should be deducted points, right?" Hermione, who had already let herself go, still think about being afraid of deducting points?

Rolf repeatedly said that none of this was a problem, and then pulled a few people around the waist and quietly followed behind the Hufflepuff House team.

Malfoy was also happily excited about the feast he was about to eat, and he was willing to come and come to himself for the evening without going hungry.

Rolf thought to himself: a night at Hogwarts is incomplete without a kitchen and supper, and it has no soul!

Based on his memory, he found the painting next to the Hufflepuff lounge, and drew his wand and lit it on the canvas, after all, no matter how good his memory was, he couldn't remember what kind of fruit it was on.

On the picture of the large fruit bowl, as Rolf's wand swiped over the large green pear, it began to squirm, eat and laugh, and suddenly became a large green doorknob.

Ron, who was anxiously waiting, grabbed it, pulled the door open with force, and beckoned a few people behind him to hurry in.

Malfoy was startled and said, "The kitchen is right next to your lounge? ”

Of course, his words caused the three Gryffindor cubs to be dissatisfied, and they all looked at him with disgust and envy.

Malfoy closed his mouth in disbelief, turned his head to look into the kitchen, and at a glance, they all saw a large room with a high ceiling.

It was as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by glittering copper pots and basins stacked around the stone walls, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

Seeing a few people coming in, all the elves stopped what they were doing and turned their heads curiously to look at the few people who suddenly broke in.

At this time, a little elf dressed in a neat little skirt and short jacket walked up to several people and greeted them.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" said the elf wore a matching blue hat with two holes cut out to reveal her two large ears.

Rolf introduced himself to the elves and expressed their desire for some food, and the elves were happy to say, "Yes, everyone, please come with me!" ”

With that, she led them through four long wooden tables and into the kitchen.

Several people were surprised to find that the tables were placed exactly the same as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

Dinner time was over, though, and there was no food on the table, but they surmised that an hour ago it must have been piled up with delicacies, and then sent to the table above through the ceiling.

Now, at least a hundred elves stood in the kitchen, and every house-elf was smiling, bowing, and curtsy as the plates led Rolf as they passed.

Apparently, when they first introduced themselves, the elves had all heard Harry's name, but probably out of character, they didn't rush around the savior Harry.

You know, Harry was the lifesaver who saved them from the mysteries, and every house-elf was grateful to him.

They all wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it, which they wrapped around as a robe.

Six house-elves hurried up from behind him, carrying a large silver tray with fine food, and it seemed that they had prepared some spare food for the Halloween dinner just now.

They also placed cups in front of Rolf and poured a jug of milk for each of them.

"It's so hearty!" said Ron in an agitated voice, it seemed that hunger had separated Ron's walls, and he only wanted to eat chicken legs now!

Hermione frowned at him, as if thinking of something unpleasant, but the elves seemed happy, bowed lowly, and stepped back.

Rolf was eating the sumptuous food in front of him while observing Hermione, and it seemed that Hermione had already pitied these elves in her heart.

But Rolf knew that her plan to liberate her house-elves was doomed to fail.

After all, it's as if you hear that someone wants to free the ploughing cattle and pay them wages and arrange holidays, you will inevitably laugh like a joke and ignore it.

A few people quickly eliminated the things in front of them, and when they were about to say goodbye, many elves next to them gathered around them, handed them many snacks, and asked them to take them upstairs.

Hermione refused to take it, and she looked at the elves bowing and curtsimming, a look of pain on her face.

Harry and Ron desperately filled the space pocket with a lot of cream cakes and pies, and they were not afraid that the cream would stain the space bag?

But just as Hermione was about to say something, the kitchen door was pushed open, and the last person Harry wanted to see walked into the kitchen first.

"Oh, what did I see? Gryffindor, who trespassed into the kitchen, haven't you had enough for the Halloween dinner just now?" said Professor Snape in his usual tone.

Harry's face immediately turned ugly, and Ron opened his mouth to explain that he and the others had missed the dinner because they had been invited to the dinner by the ghost, but Professor Snape clearly didn't care about that.

"Professor McGonagall, I wonder how you're going to punish them?" asked Snape, turning to Professor McGonagall, who walked in later.

Professor McGonagall grimaced, "Shouldn't you be in the common room of your respective houses at this time? each of you will deduct five points for your house, Severus, what do you think?"

None of them dared to look up at Professor McGonagall's face, but judging by the tone of her voice, Professor McGonagall must have been extremely angry.

I just don't know if she's angry at a few people who sneaked into the kitchen, or angry at their carelessness and the stupidity of being caught coming to the kitchen to steal food.

Hermione was about to cry when she heard it, feeling that all her hard work for so long had been in vain, and the point was that she still had herself in the deduction this time.

ps: I got up at six o'clock in the morning and caught the first few chapters, and then updated a chapter, and the next chapter is estimated to be at noon.

You don't believe it, I'm an allergic to air conditioning, and I almost threw up last night when I coded the last chapter.

Originally, I didn't want to write it, but the thought that you would receive the investment reward of the second 3000-day update in three days left made me climb up again.

I'm going to class, and it's another day full of energy!