The Battle of Hogwarts

Looking at the completely unresponsive computer, Edward's heart felt cold.

A computer can't run without a system. Ah, my Mark armor, my bloody edge armor, my Hulk armor, my Gundam, my Transformers, and my robot girlfriend

It seems like something weird got mixed in

Forget it, that's not important. He sighed and looked at the analyzed sand in front of him. Edward caressed it like a lover.

It's better for you, you don't need those empty things, it's purely mechanical, the quality is good, I use it and I'm proud of it.

The powerful Ah Q spirit forced Edward to wake up.

With a neat series of individual munitions displayed in front of him, Edward silently stopped analyzing all the weapons and equipment that needed to be systemized, and began to analyze purely mechanical designs and munitions with all his strength.

The steelmaking system separated from complex equipment has obviously increased its speed.

Edward practiced shooting in the system space for a while, looked at his watch that had been set to the time, turned around and went back to his bed to continue sleeping.

On the other side, the fat Scottish chicken with a round face, who had been confused in the air for a long time, sensed the aura of the person he needed to deliver a message to appear in the world again. He tilted his head and decided that it would be better to deliver the message tomorrow. After all, he heard from similar people that there was an orphan nearby. The hospital specializes in eating owls.It would be better to go there during the day.

Edward skillfully turned the shovel in his hand, stood on the pot table, looked at the rice that was gradually coloring, and swallowed.

Gudong.Why am I salivating so loudly?

Edward was a little puzzled until there was another sound of swallowing. Looking at the children and adults surrounding the stove, he said helplessly, "It's not healed yet."If you want to eat, go out and wait. Don't stop hindering me. Everyone just wants to eat and doesn't help at all. They all go out.

Edward, don't be like this. It's not that we don't want to go out. It smells so good. We can't help it anymore. Besides, with you here, we can't be busy. You say that every time I help you. , Rusty wood cannot be carved, it’s not that we don’t work hard, it’s because the enemy army is too fragrant, we are still just children.

Yes, yes, we are still children, Edward, you can work harder if you can.

He looked at Bill who was looking at him with a cute expression on his face, and his friends who were echoing at the side.Edward felt that he might not survive the holiday because Bill's expression was so lethal.

You can tell by looking at the expressions of Alyssa and Chef John next to them who are about to vomit.

Edward covered the pot lid, turned over and jumped off the pot platform. He pressed the shovel on the pot lid and said to the people who were looking at him.

It still needs to be cooked for a while before it can be eaten. Let's go out now. Dinner will be served in half an hour.

It took a lot of effort to put together a group of brats, the dean, and the dean's husband and chef who didn't look like adults at all.Edward breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the small bench in front of the stove, thinking that he would be 11 years old soon. In his previous life, he was still in elementary school when he was 11 years old, but now he is doing well. Although he is a little tired, he is very happy.

Thinking of this, the corners of Edward's mouth turned up unnaturally.

On the other side, people who came out of the kitchen were trying to distract themselves from the aroma wafting from the kitchen.They all forced themselves to do something absentmindedly.After all, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get.

Alyssa and John were in the dean's room together handling this month's expense bills and some compensation bills.

John and a group of children were doing daily fertilization in a piece of land next to the house that Edward spent a year sorting out. After all, as a native Chinese, farming is an instinct that is ingrained in his blood and cannot be forgotten.

Therefore, Little Angel Orphanage has not worried about food at all since Edward came here two years ago.After all, except for the meat of some large animals, the rest has completely formed the prototype of a small biosphere. Not only can chickens, ducks and fish be eaten every meal, but they can also be eaten every week, although Edward does not want to raise fish. , but since the last alchemical fish fry, Edward has been on the blacklist of all nearby fish farming places, and can only be self-sufficient.The fine from the Environmental Protection Agency has not yet been paid off.

I don’t make breakfast in the morning. When will lunch be ready? I’m so hungry.

Bill, who was fertilizing, touched his belly helplessly, and complained that there was a cry from a distance.

Bill Bill, look what I caught

George ran up to Bill out of breath. He held up the struggling Scottish round-faced fat cock in his hand and faced Bill excitedly.

Look, what I caught is a chicken that can fly all the time and looks quite big.Edward will make it delicious.

Oh, George, this is an owl, but you are right, it will be delicious when made into a large plate of chicken. Wait, what is that in your hand? Do you believe it?

Seeing a group of humans surrounding him who were considering how to kill him looking at him with gleaming eyes, the Hogwarts messenger owl trembled in George's hands.

Oh, this one fell down when I shot it down with the slingshot.It should be a letter. I can't understand it anyway. Just give it to Ms. Alyssa later. Now, do you want to ask Edward how to deal with this flying thing? I hope I can eat a big plate of chicken today.

After speaking, he licked his lips.

Bill didn't pay much attention to the letter. After all, according to his understanding, the person who delivered the letter was usually a postman or a carrier pigeon. The owl had never seen the person who delivered the letter, so it didn't matter if he ate it. After all, the chicken cooked by Edward was so delicious.

Bill, who was overwhelmed by the delicious food, nodded in agreement and said to his friends next to him.

Edward might have already made lunch.Let's go to the kitchen, just in time to see if we can add another dish, and then give this letter to Ms. Alyssa after dinner.

We walked around and went to eat.

A group of friends jumped and cheered and ran towards the kitchen, not forgetting to call out to John and his wife who were also very hungry.

Edward, who was in the kitchen here, had just extinguished the flame on the stove. Before he could lift the lid of the pot, he heard a group of footsteps getting closer and closer from outside the kitchen.Until I heard Bill's special loud voice

Edward, is lunch ready? I can't wait to enjoy my delicious lunch.Also, can I add a meal at short notice?How about the big plate chicken? I have prepared all the ingredients. Look, a fat Scottish round-faced chicken you mentioned will be delicious when made into a big plate chicken.The potatoes have been washed. How about I peel them for you?

Edward's head was pounding as he listened to Bill's whirring voice.He turned around with a sullen face and looked at the group of people running towards him.

Seeing Edward's expression as if everyone owed him money, Bill's voice became smaller and smaller.until it stops.

Fortunately, Dean Alyssa came to the rescue at this time.

Edward, stop looking like this, it's not cute at all.Thank you for your hard work, busy making lunch.Bill is also unintentional. After all, you don’t know what his character is. Hurry up and start eating. I can’t wait to enjoy your delicious food.