The Battle of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall hurried to Edward's lounge. On the way, she suddenly remembered that Professor Dumbledore might not understand what was going on, so she turned and walked towards Dumbledore's office.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall, who was standing in front of him and telling him about Edward's "atrocities" with a headache.

Dumbledore supported his head, feeling that he was now in a lawsuit. Dumbledore felt that his original decision was wrong. He originally thought that Edward could give Harry some protection, but now it seems that Edward Sometimes it's more dangerous than Voldemort. Alas, it seems that I didn't find an insurance, but a bomb.

Dumbledore rubbed his swollen trigeminal nerve, stood up and said to Professor McGonagall:

"Minerva, I'm already clear about Edward's situation. Let's go and see Edward. After all, Malfoy is still lying on the hospital bed."

After saying that, Dumbledore straightened his wizard robes that were wrinkled from sitting, and walked to the Hufflepuff common room with Professor McGonagall.

Edward, who was still in the dormitory on the other side, didn't know that the principal and deputy principal of Hogwarts would soon come to him for tea.

Edward couldn't come up with any good ideas while playing with the cat, so he rubbed Wangcai as if to vent his anger and said to himself:

"Mad, what are you afraid of? People are dead and birds are flying in the sky, and they will not die for tens of millions of years. I still don't believe it. At worst, I will find some nuclear primitives and become a big Ivan. Really, who is afraid of who, I will kill you. Hum. ~”

After saying that, he rubbed Wangcai's fat face fiercely. Under the attack of Wangcai's meow fist, he had no choice but to give up and continue to rub Wangcai's hand.Edward sighed and said to Wangcai who looked at him with disgust:

"Wangcai, darling, don't you love daddy anymore? Dad has gone to eat. You can eat the cold cat food in the house."

After saying that, he threw Wangcai onto the bed, snorted arrogantly, ignored Wangcai and pretended to be cool, turned around and left the room.

Walking in the corridor, enjoying the curious and frightened looks of the young wizards from the same department, Edward sighed helplessly and thought to himself:

"Oh, I have such a bad temper. Why can't I remember how much I send? I need to calm down next time. Impulsiveness is the devil. Now the students in the same school are looking at me like this. What if something happens next time? As for things, well, I was not a gregarious person before, and now I am even more isolated. It’s miserable. I was really impulsive. But if I did it again, I might be more harsh than before. You’re a bitch with a bad mouth. Damn boy, next time if he is nagging like this, just shoot him in the mouth, he will die early and be born early."

Edward put his hands in his pockets and walked into the Hogwarts kitchen with steps that he didn't recognize.Perfectly missing Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who came in a hurry because of their own matters.

While Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore knocked on Edward's door, Edward maintained an Asian squatting posture in the kitchen and showed Billy how to clean the dirt on the crayfish.

Billy looked at Edward squatting on the ground with a surprised look on his face, and asked in shock:

"Dear Mr. Edward, you really amaze me. I have never seen a wizard as flexible as you. Are you an ordinary person who practices the exercise called yoga?"

While Edward was using the toothbrush he made to clean the crayfish in his hands, he looked up blankly at Billy standing next to him, and asked Billy with a question mark on his face:

"What do you mean, Billy, I have never practiced yoga, and my flexibility is not good at all. My waist is like a steel plate and I can't bend at all. How did you see that I am so flexible?"

Billy looked completely unaware of how difficult it was for the British people to do what he did. Looking at Edward who looked confused, Billy had to explain:

"Mr. Edward, the way you are squatting down is like this. It is impossible for a normal human being to touch his butt with his heel when squatting down."

Edward looked at Billy who was pointing at him and suddenly realized:

"Oh~ you're talking about this, isn't it just squatting? It's very simple. Maybe I'm used to squatting. This is just an action that can be developed as a habit, and it has nothing to do with the flexibility of the body."

After answering Billy's question, Edward looked at Billy who wanted to ask again, and wisely chose to change the subject.

He asked Billy preemptively:

"Billy, have you learned the skills of cleaning crayfish? There are still so many things. Take action quickly, otherwise the dinner at night may become a midnight snack."

After hearing Edward's words, Billy changed the topic to crayfish as Edward expected.

Billy looked at the lively crayfish in the basin with disgust, and complained to Edward in confusion:

"Mr. Edward, I really don't know how easy it is to clean up this pest called Procambarus clarkii. I think the trash can is the best and most appropriate destination for them. I really don't believe that this kind of pest has no two ounces in its body." What’s so delicious about meat pests? Even if a three-star Michelin chef comes, I don’t think they can turn this pest into an edible pest.”

When Edward heard Billy's complaint, he helplessly stopped cleaning the crayfish, grabbed a rag, wiped his hands, and said to Billy:

"Billy, if you say it's a pest, then it's a pest. Anyway, I like to eat it. When I'm done, don't ask me. Let me give you two a taste. Just this pot of crayfish, and It’s not enough for me to fill my teeth alone.”

After wiping his hands, Edward said to Billy:

"Now, Mr. Billy, please help me clean up the crayfish. I will prepare the ingredients that will be used later."

After speaking, Edward turned around and walked towards the stove without waiting for Billy to complain.

Billy looked at Edward who turned around and left without forgetting to conjure up a wide-backed kitchen knife that he couldn't understand. Edward was humming a tune while swinging the knife. Billy curled his lips and muttered unconsciously. road:

"Okay, Mr. Edward, I will help you clean up the pests now. Alas, it seems that you can't escape this time. I originally thought that Mr. Edward would just make a joke to Billy on a whim at noon, but he knew that now Edward was going to destroy it. Have you left the kitchen? Oh, you terrible little wizard. Alas, it seems that a pot and a large basin will be scrapped in the Hogwarts dining room in advance this time. It’s all your fault, Mr. Edward, who is bewitched by pests like you. The Hogwarts kitchen suffered an unreasonable disaster."

Crayfish:

"It's none of Dad's business. Please don't blame the shrimp and chicken chop. We won't take the blame."

Looking at the crayfish who were still showing their teeth and claws, Billy waved his hand gloomily and sent them directly to reincarnation.