Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 277

Dumbledore gave an order, and there were at least eight hundred young wizards who were present, waving the knives and forks in their hands, and bravely attacked the food. The screams and cheers were endless, and every second was celebrating. Pleasure for the palate and a long holiday ahead.

The little badgers of Hufflepuff Academy even rushed to the front line to fight for their lives and food. The great event of winning the Academy Cup made each of them extremely excited. This excitement turned into appetite, and everyone could eat it. Three cows.

However, happy times are always short-lived. The day after the banquet, everyone will be packed and delivered home by the school, which is literally packing.

Those little wizards with procrastination have just opened the buckle of the suitcase and are about to fold the clothes in the wardrobe slowly and then put them in slowly, Hogwarts directly saves them the step of 'slowly', a magic, the wardrobe is empty, The suitcase is full, and the next second the suitcase closes the buckle and flies into the arms of the little wizard, and will take the little wizards back to their respective homes to find their mothers—

"Ugh?"

"But doesn't the train leave at nine o'clock tomorrow?"

The little wizard who was carried around by the suitcase shouted in horror.

Fortunately, Dumbledore discovered this situation in time and stopped them with magic, otherwise Merlin would not have known that these poor ghosts were going to fly to a place in the wilderness where dragons don't shit.

He and Professor Flitwick urgently launched an investigation and found that it was the water leak at Hogwarts that caused some minor problems in some castle magic.

At the same time, the magic staircase also failed. Its transformation speed began to speed up, making the little wizards miserable. There were even signs of mischief. When someone used it, it suddenly fell freely. Fortunately, there were no casualties, but it still caused a lot of people. of panic.

Some people suspected it was possessed by Peeves, but Peeves happily said it had nothing to do with him.

Professor Flitwick advised everyone to rest assured: the specific reasons are still under investigation, and we are doing our best to study, but we can guarantee that everyone will be able to study in a healthy Hogwarts after the summer vacation.

I hope this is really a promise, not a good wish. Anna vaguely feels a little bad, but these emotions are quickly forgotten by her, because she has more important things, the last volunteer activity this semester, Deliver meals to frail old people in prison.

It was the familiar door, and Anna knocked politely with a small bamboo basket. She knew that Grindelwald could not open the door (after all, it was still a prison)—she was just giving the old man a little privacy Space and respect.

"Hey! Professor Grindelwald, can I come in now?" Even if I can't now, I will come in later.

"Oh, of course," Grindelwald's voice sounded quickly, full of joy, "please come in Anna, you are my only guest today."

Anna pushed open the door unceremoniously and saw the scrawny Grindelwald, but his eyes seemed to be much brighter.

"Long time no see, Professor Grindelwald," Anna greeted.

"It's been a long time indeed, a lot has happened, right?" Grindelwald winked at Anna, "But now I'm more concerned about what delicious food you brought me?"

Anna put the bamboo basket with the space spell on it on the only wooden table, and then took things out while reporting the name of the dish, "Magic Sauce Chicken, House Elf Secret Roast Duck, Steamed Black Lake Fish, Roasted Huge squid whiskers, selected pork loin with eight legs, pumpkin porridge and rock skin cakes…”

The elderly should not eat heavy oil and meat. Anna didn't think about it at all. She thought it was delicious, and she didn't even think about asking whether Grindelwald had gout, whether she could eat aquatic products, and if something went wrong, New Zealand. Mongard would not let him seek medical attention in time.

Or maybe the image of Grindelwald in Anna's mind was so high that she completely ignored that the Dark Lord had retired as an ordinary old man.

Grindelwald looked a little silent at the food at the table.

"Last time I said to bring something delicious," Anna showed eagerly, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

"Well...very good," Grindelwald pointed to the plate of 'Grilled Giant Squid Whiskers', "This should be left by the giant squid that attacked the castle, right?"

"That's right! This is also predicted by your prophecy? That's really amazing," Anna looked at Grindelwald with rubbing her hands, her eyes rolling.

"Then Professor Grindelwald, please guess which college won our Academy Cup this year?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, took the only normal looking pumpkin porridge, put it to his mouth and blew.

"This is the little test you gave me?" He took a slow sip, "I think, maybe more than one academy won the Academy Cup, isn't it Anna."

"Slytherin and Hufflepuff."

Is it really that accurate? !

"Who's been here..." Anna frowned.

"Don't wrong the old man, I am absolutely sincerely repenting here, and you are the only visitor recently, Anna," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes with a smile, looking malicious and pretentious, "Besides, No one else can get in here, and the magic set up by your principal is not so easy to destroy when he is still alive."

There was a sudden chill on Anna's back, something was wrong.

Grindelwald's prophecy was not right.

He has said before that such predictions are speculations made by the brain based on known information after the rapid operation, but is this really the case?

If it is true that no one has come to Nurmengard to provide him with information, then his prophecy should be greatly compromised in the absence of necessary information, but he is still able to say such accurate results with great confidence, even In the case of intentionally misleading and giving wrong information.

"Why don't you talk?" After drinking the pumpkin porridge, Grindelwald looked at Anna with a smile.

"Professor Grindelwald, you said that your prophecy is speculation based on known information, you are not a prophet, and no one has ever been here... So where did you obtain your known information? ?" Anna asked with a frown.

"Oh, you finally found out! I've been waiting for a long time, and finally someone came to ask me this question. Everyone in the past thought it was natural for me to be able to predict, and it was natural for me to get information. Breaking the research spirit of the casserole, oh, of course, it may also be that they dare not-"

Grindelwald is like a child who has succeeded in mischief. He wants to show off his achievements to others and hides his words, "So Anna, do you want to hear the truth?"

"Of course!" Of course Anna wanted to know, "but will you tell me the truth?"

"I can give you a hint and make sure it's completely true, but you have to find the answer yourself," Grindelwald was like a bored retired old man telling riddles to tease his granddaughter at this time.

"Okay, what's the hint?" Anna shrugged, she didn't expect Grindelwald to tell her the secret directly, but a hint is not bad.

"The reminder is that all the information I've learned has been seen and heard with my own eyes, but I have never left this prison."

What kind of indescribable thing about co-authoring is to film our experience into a series and put it in front of your old eyes, right? Anna frowned, sometimes she really wanted Riddler to get out of the world, but she comforted herself, maybe one day she figured it out, maybe she could get a success in the system.

She was silent for a while, "Then I might have to think about it, Professor Grindelwald."

"Little wizards just have to use their brains," Grindelwald began to fight with the magic sauce chicken. He blinked in surprise. He didn't expect it to be really delicious. After taking a few bites, he suddenly remembered something. Son.

"Speaking of which, have you felt any discomfort recently?"

uncomfortable? Anna thought about it carefully, "Except for the support at the banquet, everything else is quite normal."

"What about sleepwalking?"

"Sleepwalking?" The alarm bell in Anna's head buzzed.

She felt that Grindelwald was 100% questionable, but she couldn't say what was wrong, so Anna's answer became a little timid and hesitant, "No? How do you say this? There are other people living in our dormitory. Well, I didn't hear her say that I have a problem with sleepwalking..."

Grindelwald shook the chicken leg in his hand, "It's okay, just ask, and do a survey on the sleep quality of little wizards in the magic world."

"Research?!" This excuse was too careless.

In the end, Anna couldn't knock out Grindelwald and asked what this was for. She returned to school with a bamboo basket full of questions, and then decided to go home for the summer vacation and put a monitor in her room to see if she had any at night. sleepwalking.

The steam from the train gathered on the children's heads, the whistle was mixed with the voices of people talking, and the whole platform was noisy.

Hagrid was pulling Charlie to talk about fire dragons again. Shelly took Charlie's hand and listened with a smile. He fell to the ground with a painful cry.

"Oops," Percy screamed quickly, pulling Scabbers out of the cage, scrambling to fill him with a large bottle of Rat Nutrient, and almost doing a good deed to choke to death Lord Dark Lord's most loyal servant .

Under the hot sun, Anna stared at the cloud that looked like an old Mediterranean man on the top of the mountain in the distance. Her head kept wondering what exactly was going on with Grindelwald's prophecy. Where did the news come from.

Grindelwald's prophecy cannot predict the too distant future, and cannot predict accurate results when there is insufficient information. For example, Grindelwald can't predict his own death. Anna discovered this when she was testing him before. a little.

But this kind of prophecy seems to be very accurate in predicting what will happen in the near future. He knows what other people will do and what other people will do, plus all his news is heard and seen, this is simply As if he personally participated in the planning...

Anna touched her chin.

In person... participated in the planning?

Anna thought of something, but couldn't fully figure it out, just like the sneeze that was born almost by chance.

"What are you thinking? Muggle-born, are you upset that you are going home soon? Don't be dazed, get on the train!"

Belinda rudely interrupted Anna's sneeze, she pulled Anna's robe and hurriedly squeezed onto the Hogwarts Express.

"This way, this way!" Fred and George leaned out of the box and waved to Anna. They and Charlie slid in through the window, quickly found their positions, and called the others over.

When everyone was seated, the flight attendant confirmed that no one would fly out of the window due to acceleration and braking, and no one would rush from one end of the train to the other sitting on a food cart... A crisp bell rang, " Dang dang dang..." The express finally started, the sound of cheers penetrated from the carriage, and the train was full of relaxed and happy atmosphere.

This is much more lively than the first time I came by train at the beginning of the school year - after all, this is the first vacation of the new little wizards, and the vacation is of course more exciting than going to school.

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