Chapter 369: Just a Taste of Chicken

Hogwarts is not as safe as the world thinks.

Elena has always been clear about this.

Whether it is the Acromantula group living in the Forbidden Forest, the basilisk sleeping deep in the secret room, the three-headed dog guarding the forbidden corridor, the devil's web vines growing in the shadows, the phoenix hovering in the principal's office, gathered in The enslaved elves on the first floor of the castle, the omnipresent souls of the dead...

Or the sword in the hat that may fall off every year when freshmen are sorted, the Horcrux crown hidden in the Room of Requirement, the unpredictable activation stairs that drive people crazy, the ancient armor that creaks at midnight, A gargoyle that blinks as you pass by...

Not to mention, if everything continues to develop according to the original work, starting from this year, there will be Death Eaters and noseless monsters trying to sneak into the castle every year, there will also be dementors that suck people's souls and happiness, and kind and gentle werewolves. Professor, the big black dog that symbolizes death and ominousness, the big pink toad that spits out fragrant fragrance...

Compared to Nurmengard Castle, which everyone in the European wizarding world talks about, in Elena's eyes, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is actually more like a legendary demonic castle full of dangers.

As a weak, pitiful, helpless, but extremely edible little witch, she always felt like she was back in her own territory, and everything gave her the warmth and comfort of home.

"...Professor Dumbledore is just a principal who has been in office for a little longer. He doesn't understand the charm of Hogwarts at all. His understanding of this school is still too superficial and one-sided."

Elena knocked the dark earth ball in the kitchen fire with a fire fork while chatting casually with the "Grandpa" beside her.

"However, unfortunately, compared to thinking and exploring on their own, most wizards prefer to believe in what authorities instill and show them. So when you receive Mr. Lovegood tomorrow, you must act as Dumbledore The image of the professor appears - regarding his clothes, demeanor and language habits, I think it should not be difficult for you, right?"

"Humph, Albus has no secrets for me."

Grindelwald squatted beside Elena without any image, made a soft nasal noise, and said quite proudly.

"Don't worry, not to mention the staff in the castle or the visitors from outside, not even his brother Aberforth Dumbledore can see through my disguise - the only thing that can go wrong is that it's your plan mistakes.”

Due to some special reasons, Grindelwald has not yet received his first official salary, so he shares a wardrobe with Dumbledore for the time being, and lives in a small bedroom on the second floor of the principal's office at night.

After more than a week of getting along day and night, coupled with the understanding over the years, if Grindelwald cannot transform into Dumbledore's shape, he cannot be regarded as the first generation Dark Lord who once disrupted the entire magical world.

You know, one of the things that Gellert Grindelwald was most proud of was that he impersonated Percival Graves and served as Director of Magical Security and Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for a long time. The entire Magical Congress of the United States was in turmoil - and if it weren't for a pesky freckled wizard, he might have escaped unscathed.

"That's good. The polyjuice potion should be ready, right? As soon as Professor Dumbledore starts to receive officials from the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, we will go to greet the Lovegood family. As for the two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes during the day tomorrow, I plan to just take sick leave and skip school, so don’t forget to write me a leave request later.”

Elena nodded and said absently, her eyes continuing to stare at the "beggar chicken" surrounded by flames.

Elena naturally believed in Grindelwald's abilities. In order to avoid being exposed in her daily life, the potion materials she had stolen from Professor Snape's office were directly handed over to the old devil. for safekeeping.

After all, although she is good at cooking, she still needs the help of older people when it comes to brewing potions.

"Polyjuice Potion? Of course not."

Grindelwald shrugged and curled his lips with disdain, "Why do you need something that tastes bad and takes time? It seems that you haven't studied enough in the Transfiguration class... Miss Kaslana. "

Before the question came out of Elena's mouth, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly came from her ears.

This is? !

Elena's eyes widened and she turned her head to her side in disbelief.

"You! This, this..."

Only "Albus Dumbledore" appeared beside her.

Both his expression and voice were exactly the same as the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - if it weren't for the old man's current posture, which still maintained the same crouching position as hers, she almost thought the whole thing was revealed. .

"Body Transfiguration, this is much more effective than Polyjuice Potion."

"Albus Dumbledore" smiled slightly, his blue eyes flashed with Grindelwald's unique cynicism and cunning look, raised his right hand and flipped it up and down in front of his eyes, and continued.

"As far as I know, Albus doesn't have the habit of carrying drinks with him. If he uses polyjuice potion, it will be easy to reveal his secrets once the time is accidentally delayed for too long. There is no such problem with transfiguration, unless it is used by someone else. A person casts the Apparition Spell - of course, even if someone has such courage, he still has to have a chance to hit me."

Not to mention that Potions is not Grindelwald’s strong point.

Even if Grindelwald is very skilled in brewing polyjuice potion, he will naturally not look far away when there is a simpler and more direct way in front of him. Not to mention...if he remembered correctly, the taste of Albus Dumbledore, while not disgusting, was definitely not delicious either.

"Okay, okay, as long as you can handle it, I don't have any objections. But..."

Elena raised her eyebrows and looked at "Albus Dumbledore" squatting next to her. The corners of her eyes twitched unconsciously, "...can you change back first, otherwise I always feel that I have a It’s like admitting a mistake.”

I have to say that although I have always known about the phenomenon of people transforming into living beings in the wizarding world, seeing it for the first time with my own eyes still had a huge visual impact on Elena - even if I knew it was the transformation of Grindelwald. Yes, she still felt uncomfortable. After all, it hurt so much when this old carrot spanked someone.

Especially since tomorrow she will do something a little out of the ordinary.

The only thing that made her feel a little more at ease was that the school rules of Hogwarts did not explicitly stipulate that the school's staff could not become the school principal. Strictly speaking, she could just skip class at best.

Even if someone really wanted to be held accountable, it would still be Lao Tudou who was the main culprit. At most, she was just an innocent child who was held hostage and bewitched by gangsters.

crackle.

At this moment, the wood in the stove directly in front made a slight explosion of flames.

Elena retracted her mind and tapped the hard piece of mud in the center with the fire fork in her hand, showing a look of satisfaction - the Scottish-style beggar (not round-faced) fat chicken was finally cooked.

From ancient times to the present, whether in the East or the West, whenever they feel a little panicked and are about to do something earth-shattering, eating something in advance to calm down the panic is definitely the first choice for most people.

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