The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

To be surrounded by creatures with large glass bead eyes, and to feel their intense, passionate gazes, was a little too much even for Erwin's mentality.

It is so enthusiastic.

"I can eat whatever I want?" Erwin touched his chin. "Then I want a rib eye steak, fully cooked, a seafood risotto, a butter matsutake, and finally an avocado salad."

"Yes, no problem, sir," said a house-elf cheerfully, wearing a chef's hat unlike the others.

"Is it really possible to do it?" Erwin was also quite surprised. Except for steak, the types of dishes he ordered were not served at Hogwarts.Yes, he did it on purpose, to see how the house-elves reacted to demands they couldn't do.

But he seemed to have underestimated Hogwarts' logistical support capabilities.

"Of course, please wait a moment."

Erwin saw two house-elves start frying steaks immediately, and a few more house-elves popped off, only to reappear a few minutes later with lobster, clams, matsutake, and avocado.

These ingredients couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere, they must have been stored somewhere and then the house-elves Apparated to retrieve them.

The ingredients are all fresh, which means that Hogwarts has an efficient material supply chain, and this supply chain should be provided by the Ministry of Magic or the members of the school board.Under the control of the house elf's nimble fingers, these ingredients quickly turned into corresponding delicacies, "You are so good that you can even cook these dishes." Erwin deliberately praised.

"Of course," the house-elf in a chef's hat puffed out his chest proudly, "We've been learning, and we know how to cook all European dishes! We can help Hogwarts perfectly entertain people from any country. Guests! It can also meet the taste needs of any professor!"

Erwin understood, which means that ordinary Hogwarts students can only eat British food, while foreign guests and faculty members have the privilege of cooking small dishes.

"Then why are you willing to cook these foods for me?" Erwin felt a little miraculous.

"Why don't you want to?" The elf's big eyes showed real doubts, as if Erwin asked a question that shouldn't be asked.

"Because I'm just an ordinary student." Erwin was also quite puzzled. Could it be that Dumbledore would emphasize to these house elves that he was special about Erwin and wanted to give him special treatment?

impossible.

"Since our ancestors, the elves here have been loyal to Hogwarts for generations," said the house-elf wearing a chef's hat seriously: "Every Hogwarts student is our master." , we will endeavor to fulfill any request you may have."

That's it, Erwin couldn't help sighing, what an incredible servant race, born to exist to serve others.

It is impossible for such a species to evolve naturally. It is obviously artificially domesticated, just like humans domesticated wolves into dogs, and wizards domesticated wild elves into house elves.

The so-called domestication is the selection of obedience genes from generation to generation. This kind of thing must be more efficient to use magic to cultivate house elves with absolute obedience. By the way, their intelligence can be improved so that they can understand commands more accurately.

These house elves should have the IQ of a human child of eight to ten years old.

No wonder the existence of these house-elves is concealed from the students, because they are afraid that some bear children will use the characteristics of the house-elves to cause trouble.

The food Erwin ordered was ready, and he didn't intend to take it away, but decided to eat here, which made the elves very happy. They brought out a complete tableware and let him sit at a long table. Enjoy his supper at the main seat.

"What's your name?" Erwin asked the house-elf who'd been talking to him.

The elf looked very honored, "Pancake Pan, sir, my name is Pancake Pan! Head of the Steak Kidney Pie Department!"

Erwin was quite surprised that there were divisions in the Hogwarts kitchen?

"Then there is Minister Pudding?"

Valley slightly

The pancake pan pointed behind him, and the elf over there took off his chef's hat to salute Erwin.

"Minister of Pumpkin Juice?"

A female house-elf covered her face in embarrassment.House-elves are gendered and can be distinguished by their appearance.

In a few minutes Erwin got to know a lot of elves, and managed to remember a dozen names. Generally speaking, the house-elves who wore chef's hats were higher in status than those who didn't.

During the chat, he learned that as he guessed, the long table in the kitchen corresponds to the long table in the auditorium. The elves only need to put the cooked food on it, and the long table will put the food on it. sent to the auditorium.

If you cut the long table now, you will find the rune code inside it representing two-way transmission.

Erwin ate all the food, after all he had been hungry all day.This behavior once again won the favor of the house-elves, whose sentiments are quite simple, and their greatest joy is the affirmation of their service.

"Pancake Pan, since you are the Minister of Steak and Kidney Pies, who is your superior?" Erwin asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

He didn't come here just to solve the problem of filling his stomach.

"Chef Cookie! He's our leader!" Pancake Pan obviously didn't have any sense of secrecy, and he even took the initiative to pull Cookie over.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The chef's cookie's hat is bigger, and the skin color is darker than other elves. Apart from that, there is nothing special about it. Although it is a chef, there is a little There is no feeling of power.

"You should have noticed that an elf who does not belong to Hogwarts has sneaked in here many times?" Erwin slowed down and asked tentatively.

The house-elves looked at each other, and after a while raised a trembling little hand, "Do you mean Dobby, sir?"

Well, there are elves who know him.

"That's right, it's Dobby." Erwin's expression suddenly became extremely serious. "He obeys his master's orders and is participating in a conspiracy that threatens Headmaster Dumbledore and Hogwarts itself."

The house-elves were stunned, "Sir, we are not allowed to do dangerous things, and we are not allowed to hurt wizards." The chef Cookie said.

The other elves also nodded.

"But what's the first rule of house-elves?" Erwin asked sternly.

"Unconditionally obey the master's orders." Several elves subconsciously said in unison.

This law has been engraved in their deepest blood.

"That's the problem, maybe he didn't have any malice, but he had to carry out his master's plot, and now there is tangible evidence that he attacked a student and caused him to break his arm."

"Oh my god this is horrible, how could he..." Pancake Pan was incoherent.

Erwin glanced at these little guys, "And if Master Dobby's plot succeeds, not only may innocent students die, but Hogwarts may even cease operations or even go bankrupt."

The elves were petrified, for Hogwarts was all there was to them.

Seeing that the panic effect has been created, Erwin's voice gradually became agitated, "Hogwarts has reached a very dangerous time! This castle does not restrict house-elves from apparating, it was originally for the convenience of your work , but now it has become a loophole exploited by the enemy!

If we sit idly by, the enemy will succeed, and Hogwarts is at stake!Now this school needs your strength, Dumbledore needs you, Hogwarts needs you! "

When he said this, Erwin suddenly felt that he would feel more comfortable wearing a top hat.