At the same time, the slime that Hans Christian Andersen had just put on the ground gradually diluted away, turning into an ordinary body of water with a salty smell and flowing around, and it would not be long before it dried up naturally.

"Let's explain it in detail!" Lind laughed, and walked down.

One person and one bird whispered all the way, attracting the sideways glances of several passing little wizards.

According to Hans Christian Andersen, within a month of Linde's departure, he survived on Fox's tears almost every day. Sometimes it turns into a swollen ball of flesh, and sometimes it turns into a raven-like monster made up of various organs.

And none of these situations are said to be regular. It can change suddenly at any time, but at the same time, it gradually feels an indescribable power appear in its body.

It wasn't until a month later that its condition gradually stabilized.

When Linde wanted to ask for some details, Linde felt that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't articulate it.

Considering that there is a thinking gap between different creatures between a person and a bird. So Lind didn't force it, including when he asked Dumbledore if he was over-observing it.

This reassured Linde. If Andersen's other questions were not clear, he insisted that "Dumbledore has not studied it at all!" "That's abnormal.

Linde now has some Buddhism towards Dumbledore, anyway, he can't figure out this old man at all, he can only feel that this old man has no ill will towards him.

But in the original book, he had no ill will towards Harry, and Harry was still held by Dumbledore like a pawn.

Naturally, Lind was reluctant to be a pawn under Dumbledore. So he tried to minimize his dealings with Harry as much as possible. At most, he accepted his relationship with Harry as Neville and Harry did.

We can be friends, but don't call me when you go on an adventure.

That's what he's thinking now.

And he has his own things to do!

Arriving on the first floor of the castle, Linde continued to descend. Walking down a stone staircase, you will come to a wide stone corridor under the castle.

The torches illuminated the entire stone corridor, and Linde saw a stone trough on the right side of the stone corridor in the distance, in which many large wooden barrels were piled up. It's not far from here. Decorated with a lot of drawings. There are no portraits of people and animals on these pictures, but they are all depictions of various foods.

"Fruits, pears, where's it?" Linde looked at the portrait carefully as he walked, and Hans Christian Andersen was also looking left and right over his shoulder.

"Goo-go Andersen whispered, and flew forward.

Lind watched as Andersen hovered somewhere, looking back at him, wings flapping.

Walk over and take a look. Where Andersen stopped, there was indeed a large painting. The picture shows a huge silver bowl full of fruit.

This is Linde's destination, the kitchen of Hogwarts.

Nearby is also the entrance to the Hufflepuff Lounge. Their entrance is one of these barrels. It is said that if you knock the "Helga Hufflepuff" on it with your hand, the rhythm will open, and if the rhythm is not right, vinegar will be sprayed from the wooden barrel next to it and poured on the person's body.

This kind of door is open. This is also in line with Hufflepuff's tone. Of course, if you try to enter a Hufflepuff common room and even get the "Helga Hufflepuff" rhyme wrong, you deserve to be sprayed with vinegar.

At the same time, Lind thought of other details about Hogwarts.

The founders of the four colleges have the same first and last initials.

Godric Gryffindor, G. G。

Salazar Slytherin, S. S. S。

Rowena Ravenclaw, R. R。

Helga Hufflepuff, H. H。

Jonathan Joestar, JOJ...... This one isn't.

Thinking about it, Linde stood on tiptoe and reached out and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear squirmed, eating and laughing, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob. Linde grabbed the handle and pulled it hard, and the entire frame was pulled open like a door, revealing a passageway.

Walking in, Lind saw a large room with a high ceiling, 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 tables were placed in exactly the same position as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above. They correspond to the tables in the auditorium and are supposed to be used to serve food. Lind suppressed the idea of studying the table and looked at the group of elves busy in the room.

At the same time, the house-elves saw him as he entered. They crowded towards the Linde bees. Linde had to hurriedly speak, "Hey, hello! Hello! ”

"Hello...... He greeted us. One after another, shrill voices rang out.

"Hey, friends, be quiet. It's too noisy, do you have someone to talk to? ”

"The wizard said I was a friend...... OMG, this is ...... What an honor," an elf slapped his face. With a look of disbelief on his face. At the same time, their voices are getting quieter. But it took a while for it to quiet down.

Linde was a little embarrassed, looking at these elves who had quieted down, this was the first time he had seen house-elves. I was really taken aback by their gesture.

But then no one spoke at all.

"Is there anyone talking here? That is to say, you are ...... in this Is there a manager? Lind said that he didn't want to experience another noise that was all directed at him.

"Managers?" A low voice of doubt sounded, and the elves looked at each other.

A brownish-skinned elf stepped forward, rubbing its hands and looking at Linde respectfully, with a little timidity in its eyes. After all, the adult said "Quiet! ”

"Sir, we ...... We don't have that kind of thing, and we all obey the headmaster here, the great Mr. Albus Dumbledore. Without Mr. Dumbledore's orders, we don't have the right to divide the hierarchy privately. ”

Hearing his words, Linde also understood. Every day, these elves think about how to serve Dumbledore, or Hogwarts as a whole. So they don't have and can't be hierarchical.

"Hmm...... Can I ask you for help? Lind asked, expecting that the elves would not refuse him, but politely asked, after all, they served Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's instructions to them were supposed to serve Hogwarts or something.

"Oh, of course." The elves responded one after another.

"Okay, be quiet, come here." Lind gestured to the elf who had stood up to answer him. "Go on with your work! I won't bother you for now. ”

Hearing this, the elf pointed out by Linde laughed happily, and the expressions on the faces of the other elves were either lost or jealous.

Lind took the elf to a more remote place. "What's your name?"

"My name is Bob, sir."

"Okay, I'd like to ask if you are also responsible for the chores of the school besides the kitchen meals? Including collecting luggage, sanitation and cleaning, thank you, I don't eat. Linde refused the food brought by an elf.

Helplessly watching the elf return with food and big ears drooping, Linde looked at Bob again.

"Oh yes. It's all up to us. Bob looked proud.

"Hmm, did you clean the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's private office on the second floor this year? Because I've changed teachers again, I'm sure I'll be cleaning, right? ”

"Well, yes, sir. But it's not me, it's other elves. ”

You know, Quirrell died directly at Hogwarts in his previous life, and his personal belongings must not have been packed. Even if Quirrell was wandering around the world in the form of a revenant or other form, he would have been able to find some clues through some of Quirrell's personal belongings.

"And what about the things you cleaned up? Something that belongs to the previous teacher. Is it still there? ”

"Uh, I'm sorry. Sir, school garbage is something that needs to be disposed of regularly. Bob said with some embarrassment.

"Handled? Are you just going to deal with the wizards' personal belongings? Lind said.

Feeling Linde's somewhat incredulous tone, Bob trembled a little, "That's not the case...... Because Mr. Dumbledore had already confirmed that there was nothing needed. That's why we disposed of it all as waste. ”

Dumbledore has confirmed it!

He didn't expect Dumbledore to be able to do this kind of investigation. It wasn't that he didn't think Dumbledore could think of this, but it was that Dumbledore was a little surprised by doing it himself.

However, it is also possible that it is just a simple process.

Thinking about it, Linde felt a little uncomfortable. He had a hard time trusting anyone when it came to Quirrell. It's like someone has already told him the cause, process, effect, and various details of an incident, but he just wants to say: I don't believe it without a video.

You just have to confirm it with your own eyes to feel at ease.

"Not at all?" Linde reconfirmed.

"Yes...... No, there may be! Bobb shifted.

"Possibly?"

Bob hurriedly said, "Yes, because there are some elves who like to collect things that wizards don't want, and maybe some things you want." ”

"Can you help me collect it, then? I hope to get all the stuff relevant. Linde asked.

"It's an honor, sir." Bobu said excitedly.

"How long will it take?"

"Half an hour...... No, more than ten minutes. Please wait. After saying that, Bobu couldn't wait, "Do you have any other instructions?" ”

"No, so be it! Please be sure to collect what you can collect to me. Lind said.

After Bob left, Andersen rubbed his face and muttered quietly.

"You want to eat?"

"What to eat? Raw meat? ”

Lind thought back to its previous solid beak and thick claws. If you want to classify Hans Christian Andersen again, it must be the bird of prey.

Thinking about it, Linde walked over and found a little elf.

"Hello, can you give me some raw meat? Steak or chicken will do. ”

The little elf looked at Linde, although he didn't understand what this little wizard wanted to do with raw meat, but it was good to listen to the order. Thinking so, he hurried to the other side of the house where the food was stored.

Lind looked at him and sat down at the table again. But after a while, a large plate of bloody beef was delivered.

Lind looked at Andersen, he wanted to see how Andersen ate. One of the characteristics of birds of prey that feed on raw meat is a hook-like beak, which is used to tear meat. Ravens like ravens also eat meat, but they are all pecked in small pieces.

Now Andersen took the initiative to ask for a large piece of raw meat, and he wanted to see how Andersen ate it.

Just as he was thinking, Andersen's beak opened wide again, and several tentacles poured out of it.

The tentacles this time were slightly different from the smooth purple tentacles that had just housed its own body. This time, the tentacles also have dense barbs, like the tongue of a feline.

On the tentacles hung a concentrated liquid that was supposed to be stomach acid, and Andersen's tentacles were violently wrapped in bright red beef that was almost as big as his body. Then several tentacles twist vigorously in multiple directions.

The plasma splattered on the table—

Originally, a piece of raw meat was divided into several portions. Afterwards, Andersen wrapped pieces of them in his mouth.

Even if the raw meat is torn into several pieces, it is still a little too large for its throat. Lind watched as Andersen's throat was like a snake feeding, and his neck was propped up bigger than his head. Then it is slowly squeezed into the body by the peristaltic movement of fine muscle groups.

Now there is a lot of space in its body, and Linde doesn't know. It had only 'recovered' its larger body before, and then swallowed a whole piece of raw flesh its size in a few moments. But looking at its appearance, nothing has changed at all.

Linde asked with some inexplicable anticipation, "Can you still eat it?" ”

Andersen shook his head, signaling that it felt full.

Well, I thought it was really a bottomless pit! That's fine, now its interior space is not normal, but it is still within the acceptable range.

If Andersen could have eaten more, I'm afraid he wouldn't really have the idea of dissecting it.

But these Andersen didn't know that now it was lying on the table, looking comfortable.

Lind withdrew her gaze and looked at the house-elves. He was still tirelessly communicating with the elves, and by this time, there were already some elves walking towards him with something.

At first, Bob was reluctant to ask them for his collection. But when Bob said that the wizard needed it, they all took the initiative to take it out.

His own collection is needed by wizards. What a good thing!

In a few moments, Linde took a broken quill, a somewhat beautiful glass of water, and a brass pocket watch that was no longer in use......

After receiving a bunch of useless things, Linde took a few glances and returned them to the elves. When he first handed back the broken quill, the elf was still very disappointed. Later, Lin De hurriedly said that he had achieved his goal after reading it, and he had already helped himself.

Then he became happy.

It wasn't until after sending away an elf holding a daily report of the Prophet from half a year ago that Linde finally saw something that suited his heart, and it should have the message he wanted.

A black and purple worn-out notebook.