Soaring at Hogwarts

"To fight against Voldemort, we need to sacrifice a lot." Dumbledore sat on a large chair, his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses looking firmly at Ian, "But this definitely does not include letting a young wizard feed a tiger with his body."

"If it really comes to that, it would be my dereliction of duty as the principal."

"But……"

"I will let Professor Snape and Hagrid pay attention, and the unicorns and centaurs in the Forbidden Forest will also be reminded." Dumbledore said, "Now that I know about this, I will never let them It happens."

"This……"

"I promise, Ian."

"Okay, Professor." Ian sat on the chair and relaxed, "Thank you."

"This is what I should do."

"Then tell me, why does Quirrell take such good care of me?"

"Maybe he wants to get something from you." Dumbledore looked at Ian worriedly, "In any case, this is not a good thing."

"Then why don't I get close to him and inquire about it?" Ian was a little interested in this.

"I don't recommend doing this." Dumbledore shook his head, his white beard waving, "It's not necessary, Ian.

What Voldemort wants is nothing more than that - the ability to escape death, greater strength, and the skills to make people surrender. "

"Ok."

Although I was still a little doubtful, it was pleasant not to have to be close to Quirrell. After all, Ian didn't like the smell of garlic either.

"How about something happy? Harry joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team - Professor McGonagall requested it, and it was hard not to say yes.

Minerva had a match with Slytherin in her seventh year - you know, Slytherin's flying skills are always outside the rules - and she was hit with a concussion and broken ribs. A few. "

Dumbledore looked equally regretful and said: "Gryffindor regretfully missed the Quidditch Cup that year. Since then, Minerva has always wanted to make up for this."

I think, now that we have Harry, it doesn’t matter if we have one more. Do you want to go to the arena and give it a try? "

"No," Ian shook his head, "Let Harry take the limelight."

This week, Harry received his Nimbus 2000, making Malfoy very jealous.

The team has Quidditch training three times a week, and Ian can see that Harry is flying very well, which makes the whole Gryffindor team morale high.

They were determined to win the Quidditch Cup.

…………Looking back at the place where the Condor Shooting is taking place, thousands of miles away, the clouds are flat…………

The weather is getting colder day by day, making Ian more and more attached to his dormitory bed.

Hufflepuff's dormitory is truly the best dormitory in Hogwarts, especially in winter.

Gryffindors and Ravenclaws live in the tower and can hear the whistling wind every night.Slytherin's rest room is in the dungeon, and part of it extends to the bottom of the lake. It is bone-chilling on days when the water is cold.

Only Hufflepuff, the common room is a different world.Mother Earth insulated the little badgers from the wind, cold, rain and snow, and the warm foot stove kept the big and small houses from freezing.

very comfortable.

This morning, Ian woke up late.

Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Ian decorated the window in the lounge.The two wands were used as candles, burning flames side by side, with fruits and flowers behind them, and they were sacrificed hastily to the moon, and then went back to bed to rest when it was no longer visible.

I looked at the class schedule and saw that there was a Potions class in the morning.

The table was probably cleared by now, but without breakfast, Ian didn't think he could survive in that basement.

God knows why even though there is a fire, the potions classroom is still so cold, colder than the castle.

Ian climbed out of the barrel, walked to the giant silver bowl filled with fruits, and scratched the pears twice.The pear squirmed, chuckled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

This was his first time entering the kitchen.

Elves in tea towels emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest swarmed up to him, bowed, curtsied, and asked shrilly, "May I ask for anything, sir?"

"Just a piece of bread, thank you."

The elves dispersed, and the next moment, they gathered around again holding silver plates.Sliced ​​toast, hot milk and biscuits lay on a silver platter.

"It's so rich, thank you very much!" Ian picked up two pieces of bread, "You can eat the rest, I have to go to class. Goodbye, elves."

"Goodbye, sir." The elves looked excited.

On the way to the Potions classroom, Ian was surprised to find that his notebook had been refreshed again.

This time, the gift was quite a lot.

"Tai Shang Dong Zhen An Zao Sutra", "Tai Shang Ling Bao Buxie Zao Wang Sutra", "Tai Shang Laojun Speaks of the Five Kitchens Sutra", and even a "Buddha Speaks of the Three Kitchens Sutra".

As soon as my mind changed, it became clear immediately.

The kitchen, or "Kitchen God", is not only the god of cooking stoves and the god who manages a household, but also the god of the "Danzao". His honorific title is "Jiutian Si Ming Dongchu Taiyi Yuanhuang Ding Fu Zuo Shan Tianzun", which is of great importance. It goes without saying.

Interestingly, in the Taishangdong Zhen'an Kitchen Sutra and the Taishang Lingbao Buxie Kitchen King Sutra, the image of the Kitchen God is the goddess Liugui, the mother of fire, which is similar to Hess, the Kitchen God in Greek mythology. Tia kind of does.

As for "Tai Shang Laojun Speaks of the Five Kitchens True Sutra", it is even more subtle and mysterious, and it talks about the principles of cultivation.

"Interesting..." Ian was stirring the cauldron and distracted from reading the Bible.

As a result, Snape hit him hard on the head.

After scooping up the potion with a spoon and smelling it, Snape snorted: "You are stirring the potion, not your absent-minded little mind! Mr. Heseltine!"

"Sorry, Professor." Ian apologized honestly, "I will pay attention."

When the professor tossed his robe and walked away, his partner Hannah looked at Ian worriedly.

"Ian, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's not the first time anyway," Ian whispered, "Snape didn't deduct any points from me, right?"

Hannah hesitated to speak.

Potions class is the class where Ian makes the most mistakes, not because he is not serious, but because Ian always wants to try new recipes.

Additions and subtractions are made on the basis of the original formula, and sometimes the effect will change unexpectedly.

On the basis of identifying the properties of the medicine, most of them will not cause much conflict with the original potion, but it is inevitable to occasionally make a mess.

With Snape watching from the side, Ian was able to toss and toss with confidence - this opportunity was rare.

In potions class, you only have to risk being scolded in exchange for the protection of a powerful wizard and the knowledge and experience that cannot be found in textbooks.

Sometimes, after a scolding, Snape would also explain the reason for the mistake, which was even better.

The condition is that you have a big heart and a thick skin, and you are not Harry Potter.

It was not until the herbal medicine class that Ian learned another reason why Hannah cared about him.

"Ian, what are you planning to do recently?" Ron asked beside him.

They are spraying chemicals on the wood to help the fungus grow.

Normally Ian would be paired with Hermione, but they changed him last time after he had some unpleasantness with her in the lounge.

"Huh? What are you not planning to do?"

"Oh? Then Samantha asked us to keep an eye on you - don't tell her that I said this." Ron said in confusion, "I guess she also told a few Hufflepuffs in the Women's Association. , oh, and Granger."

"Oh, this." Ian understood.

After knowing that Ian saw a bad future, Samantha was worried that Ian would take risks, so she kept a close eye on him for a while.After finding nothing, I now asked someone else.

"I'll put her mind at ease."