hogwarts chef

"Why are you saying that Potter hit Malfoy seriously and injured him so much that he will be expelled?"

After the drinks were finished that day, life went on, and everything at Hogwarts went as planned.

The students feel the magic of the magic school and absorb all kinds of knowledge eagerly.The professors are also improving their teaching level and their understanding of magic through daily teaching.

Of course, when Professor Zhang started to take some time to study with water grinders, everyone found that the food in the cafeteria was getting better and better.

Today's house elves, if you pick one at random, can at least be considered a decent restaurant chef, they are indeed a hard-working race.

When Ron brought the news, Professor Zhang was standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom preparing lessons.

He prepared some fun dark magic creatures and planned to destroy these future flowers of the magic world in the next class, and then he heard this magical news.

Zhang Heyang was not worried about being expelled at all. As long as Dumbledore had a say in this school, Harry would never be expelled.

But he had to go and see about the serious injury of Xiaolong. Firstly, it was better to play with Malfoy. Secondly, it was better to play with Snape. To Snape, Malfoy was not just him. His favorite student is his godson.

This can be considered a real relative. As Snape's new gay friend, Professor Zhang felt it was necessary to visit Xiaolong.

"Flying lessons, oh, memory balls."

Professor Zhang asked Ron next to him as he walked, "How is the little fat guy doing? Oh, he just broke his wrist. Potter was taken away by Professor McGonagall."

The inertia of the world is so huge that a conflict about Neville's memory ball broke out in the flying class.

But Zhang Heyang could also guess that after all, Malfoy, the most tsundere in the universe, even if he had not gotten along with Harry very close before, would start to taunt him arrogantly once something went against his will.

Of course Harry, the steely straight man, can't back down, he will do it if he doesn't give in, so the conflict between the two in the flying lesson seems so natural.

Ron can't keep up with Professor Zhang's pace. The physique of cultivators is not comparable to theirs. The true energy surges and shrinks to the ground, within inches of the sky, in an instant. Even without using magic, he can truly achieve this so-called ban on all magical leaps. The Hogwarts Castle coquettishly takes the snakeskin bit.

Zhang Heyang suddenly stopped, looked back at Ron, who was about to be dumped, and said solemnly:

"Weasley, you have to make sure everything you say is true. Otherwise, if the reports are biased in the future, it means that you are also responsible. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I promise, I saw it with my own eyes." Ron was out of breath and flushed, "Go and see Harry quickly."

"Go to the school hospital first," Professor Zhang said with a tigerish face, "The injured classmates are still alive and dead, and you don't even care about how you can grow into a qualified wizard like this. How can you grow into the successor of magic? You, Professor McGonagall. , what a coincidence.”

Before Zhang Heyang finished speaking, he saw Professor McGonagall striding forward with Harry.

She strode forward without looking at him, and Harry had to jog to keep up.

"Professor Zhang." The old lady's eyes flashed with anger, "I think as a personal teacher, you should teach students some healthy and positive things instead of risking your life if they disagree with you. What do you think?"

Professor McGonagall was really serious, and the atmosphere around her seemed to have solidified.Even Harry now felt a little guilty, thinking that he might be kicked out.

But it doesn't matter, the school should still be able to continue living, after all, there is no shame in learning magic from the teacher.

But maybe I have to say goodbye to my warm and comfortable big bed, and maybe move in with Hagrid. If I am afraid of being crushed to death in the middle of the night, I might as well build another one next to his cabin.

The finest Hainan huanghuali and a complete set of golden nan and small-leaf red sandalwood furniture have the effect of calming the mind and cultivating the body.It's worth at least hundreds of thousands of galleons, oh how happy I am.

Is this off topic?

"Hey, I caught Potter causing trouble in class." Zhang Heyang was polite to the old lady with a nonchalant look on his face, clasping his fists and cupping his hands, "Okay, I'm happy together, I'm happy together."

Professor McGonagall: ""

What on earth am I communicating with?

"I don't think there's anything gratifying about this." Mag said coldly.

"Come on, why are you pretending to be with me? The first professor I know in our school who is still teaching is you. Look at you making trouble with me."

Although Professor Zhang did not develop clairvoyance and ears after cultivating as an immortal, the powerful Yuan Shen has spiritual awareness, which is much wider than the range of sight. From a distance, he saw that Professor McGonagall had a smile on his face just now, until he heard someone say this It was only when he turned the corner that his expression changed.

"So, Professor Zhang doesn't intend to properly discipline his students." McGonagall continued to maintain her posture.

"Okay, then you are busy. Hey, Professor Flitwick, please call Wood out. Professor McGonagall has something to ask for."

Zhang Heyang nodded, said nothing, pushed open the door of the classroom next to him, said something, and then turned around to leave.Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned around and said, "Hey, if you don't have enough money to buy a broom, you can come to Hufflepuff for a loan, and I'll give you the lowest interest rate."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Mag alone standing at the door of the classroom doubting life.

Besides the old gay Dumbledore, there is actually a second person who uses Legilimency as a passive skill. How does he know what I want to do?

Hey, he seems to be talking about "Tongxi"

What does he like? Does Hufflepuff have a good Seeker?

Forget it, look at the present first.

"You two, follow me." Professor McGonagall said, and the three of them strode forward in the corridor together. Wood looked at Harry curiously.

"Go in." Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom and asked them to go in. There was only Peeves inside, who was busy writing curse words on the blackboard.

"Get out, Peeves" she yelled.

Peeves threw the chalk into the dustbin with a clang, and stormed out of the room cursing.

Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut and turned to face the two boys.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found a player for you, um, the ball player." Professor McGonagall said a little vaguely.

"Quidditch player" Wood suddenly became interested, "Are you serious? But what kind of player do you think he is suitable to be?"

"I don't know much about him." Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry. The thrilling action was still unforgettable to her.