Hogwarts Headmaster Interior.

Dumbledore put down the letter in his hand with a solemn face, and casually pinched the frowning brow.

"How's it going, Albus?" Flitwick hurriedly asked.

"Nick just said that this is a wand of inheritance, and nothing else was said, and he said let's not ask!" Dumbledore said with a solemn expression, "Even with the Philosopher's Stone, I have never seen him so solemn!" It seems that we really shouldn't be exploring any further! ”

People say that they will see each other for a long time, and Dumbledore and Flitwick, who have been in the wizarding world for many years, have even more understanding of this meaning. Dealing with many things should not be studied deeply, and you may not be able to gain anything by studying deeply, but will put yourself in danger.

It's hard to get confused! This is definitely a wise saying. The two of them knew this very well, so they stopped exploring this matter.

Weston didn't know what Dumbledore and Flitvier were doing, and of course, he wouldn't care. At this time, he was in the Hogwarts kitchen, one of the three legendary Hogwarts parks.

He found it because he was hungry, but it wasn't time to eat, so he had to look for it in the kitchen himself.

For those who know the path, finding is like reasoning with an answer, and although it is not so easy, it is not so difficult either. What's more, there is also the guard of Hogwarts - Filch.

Instead of despising this poor old Squib like the others, Weston gave him enough respect and patience. People are mutual, so Filch's treatment of Weston is not a pleasant face, but also a question that must be answered.

With Filch's guidance, Weston was able to find the mural without incident.

Scratching the big pear on the mural, the pear smiled and a doorknob suddenly appeared on the wall.

Pull open the door and take a look, oh, what a lively scene!

On top of the large auditorium-like grounds, there are long tables one after another, and house-elves are constantly shuttling back and forth, occasionally using flotation techniques to place plates of dishes on top of the long tables.

They wore white chef's hats on their heads and tea towels with the Hogwarts crest on them, probably because they were in the kitchen, and they were cleaner than the other house-elves.

"What's the matter, sir?" A house-elf walked up to Weston and bowed deeply.

"Uh......" Weston touched his nose, then spoke with some restraint, "I need a few house-elves to help me with some food, is that okay?" ”

"Of course, it's our pleasure!" The house-elf in front of him suddenly became excited, and his shrill voice became high-pitched.

Looking at the house-elves who looked at him longingly, Weston subconsciously smiled happily although he felt a little blush......

"Let me tell you, the leg of lamb must be kneaded well, so that the lamb is tender and delicious!" Weston gestured with both hands, commanding several elves.

"Yes, that's it, what about the pine needles, have you brought the pine needles?" Weston shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming!" A house-elf happily raises its hand.

"Very good, wash into the pot and bring the water to a boil with a big fire! Star anise, green onion, ginger slices, garlic, salt are all put in! By the way, is there cooking wine? Weston asked hurriedly.

"Is red wine okay, sir, or white wine?" The house-elf asked timidly.

Weston shook his head: "No, not all wine can be used as cooking wine!" ”

"Forget it, let's get back to it! It's okay if you don't! Do you have honey? Looking at the house-elf's expectant look of being disappointed and hurriedly nodding his head, Weston waved his hand, "Make some honey water, I'll use it later!" ”

"You, that's right, you, fry some pancakes!"

"You go and cut some shredded green onions and cucumbers, and if you have onions, cut some too!"

"Are you done cleaning up the ducks? Very good! Is the water boiling? Awesome! Come on, a pot of duck and a pot of lamb legs, put it in, and take it out when the blood foam is gone, remember? ”

......

After a lot of work, the preparations are finally done. Looking at the material in front of him, Weston's eyes lit up. It's time to eat something good!

"Is the Fruit Tree Group there?" Weston shouted.

"Here, sir!" A few house-elves puffed up their little chests and looked at him expectantly.

"Set up the fire, go to the oven, roast the duck! Remember, keep brushing honey in the middle, remember? Weston said solemnly.

"Yes, sir!" The house-elves of the Fruit Tree Group nodded hurriedly.

"Next, Matsugi Group?"

"Yes, sir!" Another set of house-elves.

"Set the fire, set the leg of mutton! Remember, you must use a knife to scratch at any time, the carbonization position must be removed, and don't forget to brush the honey water, remember? ”

"Yes, sir!" The house-elves of the Matsuki group also hurried to work.

"The last group, the barbecue group! Remember, cumin don't forget. Let's do it! ”

"Yes!"

......

After a long time, the house-elf is not very good, but it is enough to choke Weston. But fortunately, looking at the large pile of food in front of him, Weston suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Who, yes, it's you!" Weston pointed to a house elf, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Paige, sir!"

Well? Good name! Weston was in awe and solemnly instructed: "Our achievements need everyone's recognition, go and send some to the professors!" ”

"Yes sir!" Page bowed deeply, then snapped his fingers, and suddenly disappeared in place, along with most of the roasted leg of mutton, roast duck, and various skewers......

"Come, let's eat the rest together!" Weston waved his hand and sat directly at one end of the long table.

"No, sir, we can't eat with wizards, we're just house-elves!" The house-elves said in horror.

Weston nodded knowingly, then ordered them to eat somewhere else. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he was moved by the elves, and they were all eating one by one with tears in their eyes.

Weston looked a little sad, but he didn't say anything, just slowly improved, but he didn't have any idea of liberating the house-elves.

If it is not of my race, its heart will be different! This sentence is vividly embodied in the domestic elf. In the war between humans and house-elves, I don't know how much blood was paid to make the house-elves, whose abilities are comparable to that of wizards, become slaves.

Weston doesn't mind being nice to them, but ruining the achievements of their ancestors is absolutely impossible!

Weston is infinitely satisfied, and the house-elves are also very happy, and the eyes that look at Weston are a little more heartfelt.

"It seems that the food in the future can be improved!" Weston thought happily.