"Bell, bell!"

On the podium, Dumbledore tapped the golden cup, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the Great Hall. It's the principal's speech!

The students quickly quieted down, and Weston quickly walked over to the Ravenclaw long table and sat down at random.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore had his arms wide open and a warm smile on his face, "I only have one thing I want to give to you, and that is—"

"Stupid, crying nose, residue, screw! Thank you! ”

With that, Dumbledore sat down with a smile.

The moment he sat down, the originally empty table was suddenly filled with food. Baked potatoes, fried pork chops, roast goose, roasted chicken, fried chicken thighs......

One dish after another appeared in the eyes of everyone, and for a while, the entire hall was filled with a rich aroma.

"Hey, why is yours different from ours?" A crisp voice rang in Weston's ears.

Weston turned his head to see that next to him was the little girl Penelope.

"It's easy, because, they know I'm back!" Weston smiled mysteriously.

"Them?" Penelope captured the word.

"Yes, you'll see!" Weston simply ended the topic.

"Cut, inexplicable!" Penelope wrinkled her pretty little nose, a little dissatisfied, but she didn't ask any more.

Weston moved his fingers, and a thin dough cake flew over, and at the same time, shredded green onions, cucumber strips, and noodle sauce all flew on top of the thin dough cake. With a finger picking, two slices of roast duck also landed on top of the dough. Weston's hand closed slightly inward, and the pancake rolled up automatically.

Penelope's eyes widened abruptly as he overheard Weston's operation.

Well? Weston felt that the little girl was staring at him, a little strange, and subconsciously asked, "What, do you want to come a little too?" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the thin dough that had been rolled up and stuffed it directly into Penelope's small mouth that he hadn't closed.

"Hmm-" Penelope was stunned by Weston's movements, and then wanted to explode. How can you treat a girl like this?

I just wanted to say it, but as soon as I was careless, I bit off the thin dough cake......

It smells so good!

"Or?" Weston asked with a smile as he looked at Penelope's eyes that glanced at him from time to time.

Penelope blushed a little, but nodded honestly.

Weston smiled, concocted the same method, and rolled several more copies.

The two of them were eating happily here, and they happened to hear a freshman on the other side asking a senior: "Senior, do you know what Mr. Principal said just now?" ”

"What is this...... the senior thought for a moment, "this question is honest, there are many people discussing it. Professor Dumbledore said it once a year, but no one knew what he was trying to say. ”

"However, he was always a little crazy, just get used to it! After all, great wizards always have some quirks! ”

Penelope, who was listening secretly, couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard this answer, and saw that Weston didn't care at all, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.

"Hey!" Penelope kicked him, "Aren't you curious about what Mr. Headmaster said?" ”

"What?" Weston put the last piece of roast duck in his mouth, secretly admiring that the house-elves had improved their craft.

"It's that idiot, whatever! Do you know what that means? Penelope asked.

"You know, it's a simple question, isn't it?" Weston shrugged slightly.

"Simple?" Penelope was a little skeptical of his hearing.

"yes, it's a very simple Scrabble game!" Weston picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, wiped his hands again, picked up a glass of lemon juice, and drank it slowly.

Penelope looked at Weston's nonchalant attitude, and some suspected that he was pretending, and his charming Danfeng eyes stared at him directly.

Weston looked at Penelope's expression, knowing that she hadn't figured it out, thought about it, and then, stretched out a finger and shouted softly: "Look! ”

"Nitwit!"

"Blubber!"

"Oddment!"

"Tweak!"

Weston wrote out all these words in the air, and a few words remained in the air, and then, with a dashing wave of his hand, several letters were deformed, and the others were recombined into one sentence—

"May Merlin bless you (Merlino volens benedicat tibi!) ）”

"Of course, there's another layer of meaning, which is just the four houses of Hogwarts."

"Hufflepuffs are stupid;

Ravenclaws are all nerds who only cry their noses;

Slytherin is all scrap;

Gryffindors are mischievous! ”

"To put it simply, it's just a kind of black humor from our headmaster, although, this humor is not laughed at by ordinary people!"

After Weston finished speaking briefly, he couldn't help but complain.

In his opinion, Dumbledore is okay with everything else, but this humor aspect is simply negative, and he always wants to have a humor!

This habit is exactly the same as the more out of tune people love to sing!

Perhaps, this is his down-to-earth side? Weston thought with some uncertainty.

"Bang Bang ......" Dumbledore noticed Weston's movements, slapped his hands happily, and exclaimed, "I know, Weston, that the two of us always have a common language!" ”

As he spoke, Haruka held up a toast to Weston.

I have a common language with you! Weston muttered to himself. But in public, I still have to save some face for him!

Weston raised his glass helplessly, took a sip of the lemon juice in the glass, and the cold taste flowed down the esophagus to the stomach, which was really chilling and cold, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

When Dumbledore saw this, he smiled unscrupulously!

Phew, old bees who don't fix it! Weston stealthily rolled his eyes.

The feast was almost as it went, until the last student put down the dishes and Dumbledore stood up again.

"You've got your fill of food and drink! Before I fall asleep, I have a few more things I want to talk to you about! ”

"First of all, let's welcome our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Bailey Nicholas!"

After the applause, Dumbledore emphasized some discipline such as not being allowed to go near the Forbidden Forest, not being allowed to travel at night, and so on.

"Finally, let's welcome our house-elves to our new school song! For that, I would like to thank Mr. Weston, this song is exactly the work of Mr. Weston! ”

it! Old Deng, you're going to do something! Weston's head suddenly grew a little.

In the eyes of all the teachers and students, Weston could only stand up with a wry smile and walked to the front of the auditorium, where the house-elves were ready!

The sound of music reminds me of Weston's conduct, and perhaps the freshmen of this class will never forget how much limelight there was once that was so good that people couldn't be jealous of him that he had made a splash on this night.

Even though, the person is not necessarily happy to ......