When a stone is thrown into the water, in addition to making a huge splash, it will also bring ripples and scatter outwards, thus affecting the otherwise calm water surface.

When Rove came into this world, he was like a stone thrown into the water, and the longer he stayed, the more ripples he threw and the more things he affected.

The so-called butterfly effect is like this.

Therefore, the way the golden egg is opened is no longer the original underwater listening, which is the result of his influence.

But even the fire can't be roasted, it's really beyond Rove's expectations, after all, water and fire can't work, so what else can be done?

Fortunately, the second project is in February next year, which is still early, so there is no need to rush too much now, their top priority is - eat and sleep.

It wasn't time yet, and there was certainly no food in the auditorium, but for Rove, he could still get a hot meal.

That's the confidence that Hufflepuff House brings to him!

Rove took the three girls into the castle, passed through the foyer, turned left, passed through a door, and came to a wide stone gallery.

Hermione and Fleur had been here because it led to Hufflepuff House, but Rolf didn't stop when he passed the pile of vinegar barrels in front of the door to the common room, but continued on.

Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?" ”

"Hufflepuff House...... Branch! Rove said.

Hermione looked shocked, she had been at Hogwarts for three and a half years, why hadn't she heard of it, Hufflepuff still had a Sorting House?!

Shirley, who followed closely behind Rove, explained with a smile: "It's the Hogwarts kitchen. ”

Hermione sighed, and she remembered that Rov had definitely mentioned the Hogwarts kitchen, which was to the left of the Hufflepuff common room, but she had never been there.

Fleur was surprised, "Can students casually enter the school kitchen?" ”

"Of course, the students of our academy come here every night to get supper." Rove blinked.

He would have said that Hufflepuff could not live without a kitchen, just as Paris could not be without riots.

But after thinking about it, it may involve the milk method, so I didn't say it in front of Fleur.

Soon, pictures appeared in the hallway, all of which were depicted with food, which made people whet their appetite.

"These are all drawn by Professor Hufflepuff." Rove walked up to a picture of a phoenix, turned his head, and smiled, "Well, I painted this one!" ”

Shirley pursed her lips and laughed, and in recent months, every time he came to the kitchen, Rove had to show it off.

Hermione said incredulously, "How did your painting hang here?" ”

"Good painting, high intentions, strong rules!" Rove exclaimed: "What a perfect heirloom, it's all buried here!" ”

Fleur looked at the painting and said that it was a phoenix picture, but it was more like a chicken pecking rice, so her eyes were full of suspicion:

Rove said that "the painting is good, the idea is high, and the discipline is strong", where does it have anything to do with this painting?

Hermione quickly realized that it must have been painted by him a thousand years ago, and that Hufflepuff would hang here for future generations of students to admire.

Phew, it's so thick-skinned!

Rove walked over to a painting of a huge silver bowl full of fruit, and he stretched out his finger and gently scratched the large green pear.

As if afraid of itching, the pear squirmed, ate and laughed, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob.

Rove pulled the door open, made a welcome gesture, and smiled, "Welcome to the Hufflepuff House branch - come in quickly!" ”

Shirley walked in with ease, followed by Hermione and Fleur, and Rove stepped into the kitchen at the end and closed the door by the way.

The kitchen, the size of the auditorium, was filled with glittering pots and pans, as well as glittering silver utensils.

Four long wooden tables are placed in the center of the room, exactly corresponding to the orientation of the four college tables in the auditorium.

Obviously, after all the food is done, it will be placed here first, and then transferred to the corresponding table in the auditorium through magic.

Hearing that someone had come in, at least a hundred elves came out, and when they saw Rove and them, they were all laughing, bowing, and curtsy.

The house-elves all wore the same uniform: a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it.

Of course, only one is an outlier, with a teapot thermos on its head and a whole bunch of colorful badges pinned to it;

He wears a horseshoe-patterned tie on his bare chest, a pair of children's soccer shorts underneath, and two mismatched socks on his feet.

If the outlandish outfit is very conspicuous among the house-elves.

Rove recognized it as Dobby, a former employee of the Malfoy family, whom the two had met two years earlier.

At that time, Rove did not find Tom's journal at Ginny's, so he approached Draco and asked him to call Dobby and ask where the journal was.

Afterwards, Roff, fearing that Lucius would find out, gave both Draco and Dobby a potion of oblivion made from the venom of the Winged Demon.

It looks pretty good, at least two years have passed, and Dobby still hasn't recognized Rove.

Hearing that several people were asking for food, six house-elves immediately rushed up, carrying a large silver tray with a lot of food on it:

A large jug of milk, a plate of hazelnut egg yolk crisp, osmanthus purple potato and yam cake, butter purple potato roll, matcha berry crepe......

"It's so hearty!" Hermione picked up a piece of hazelnut egg yolk crisp and took a big bite, looking curiously at the house-elves.

It was the first time she had seen them, and she was amazed, "Did Hogwarts hire so many house-elves to cook for us?" ”

Rove and Shirley looked at each other and didn't speak, while Fleur wondered:

"Employment? Aren't house-elves slaves to wizards? Do wizards in the UK pay to hire house-elves? ”

"Slaves?" Hermione froze. "House-elves are our slaves?"

"Yes." Rove nodded, "Hermione, I told you that after the Doomsday Havoc, those ancient wizards failed, and the house elves went from being their slaves to our slaves. ”

"So......" Hermione narrowed, "these house-elves have no pay, no vacation, and are serving us like machines?" ”

"Yes." Rove nodded.

Hermione's face turned pale for a moment, she looked at the food on the plate, and then placed the hazelnut egg yolk crisp in her hand on the plate.

"It's slave labor," Hermione said, breathing very heavily, "it's all slave labor." ”

Hermione was about to say something, but Shirley suddenly said, "Rove, look there!" ”

Rove turned his head and looked into the distance, and above the fireplace, hung a portrait of Hufflepuff, holding a small gold cup, ...... There is also a house-elf standing.

Rove's eyes widened, he had expected the house-elf to leave immediately, but who knew that it said in an old voice:

"Someone is trying to get into the Hufflepuff chamber."

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