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Han Zifeng said seriously: "Oh, it needs a drying spell. My brother said that they prohibited me from using fire spells when I was not around. Oh, they should have told the old guy that I was prohibited from taking potions classes. , after all, none of the three potion masters can resist my harm, hey, I am completely the opposite of Prince."

Professor McGonagall cast a drying spell on the hat and asked curiously: "Ha, are you good at fire magic?"

Zifeng spread his hands and said: "On the contrary, my control over the flame should be disaster level, really disaster level." Zifeng looked at the water after washing the hat and said again: "That's just a pot of bath water, right? "Everyone nodded, and Zi Feng calmly lit the fire: "The flames are blazing."

Then he slipped away and hid next to Mag. Everyone was still confused when they heard: "Pfft." Everyone saw that the crucible was on fire, and it soon turned into a strange, okay lump.

Zifeng spread her hands and said, "After I killed ten crucibles in one day, my three princes banned me from entering their potion room."

Everyone immediately covered their faces, and this time even Mag said: "Oh, you are so sorry for the surname Prince."

Zifeng nodded calmly: "Well, that's what the three of them said. At the current position, there will be no problem with lighting the hot pot with the help of the elf. But as long as I use the crucible to boil the potion, I will be responsible for the consequences. I may not be able to figure it out. What a weird situation, even the elf can't help it."

Dumbledore asked speechlessly: "Oh, no, you asked to bring the elf, isn't it just to light a fire for you?"

Zifeng nodded and said: "You didn't let me take it! So, it's normal to blow up anything in this castle." After a pause, she asked: "By the way, did my grandfather ask you for leave from potions class?" ? I will definitely send the unlucky Potions Master to St. Mungo's again and again."

Dumbledore: "Oh, I guess not."

Zifeng nodded and shouted directly: "Youbi, Youbi, Youbi!"

Soon an elf appeared and said, "Little master, Youbi is here."

Zifeng said calmly: "First of all, please clean up this place; secondly, inform my grandfather that he needs to ask me for a leave from Potions class; finally, when you come back, bring me some snacks and a Stacking crucibles, after all, with my current fire control skills, I would probably just use the crucible to rinse the pot, and it would probably burn out like a lot of charcoal pots. Oh, how about a few more baking pots? And, and, I Shampoo, donated to hats.”

Youbi looked at the miserable living room and sighed, but he was still curious: "Little master, do you dare to tell me what you burned?"

Zifeng touched her nose: "That's the Sorting Hat's bath water."

Yubi covered his face and started doing things. After tidying up the place, she disappeared with a pop, and then reappeared with a pop, bringing with her a large bag of things and a letter asking for leave from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was also speechless, okay, okay, Zifeng threw a large bag of things into his schoolbag, and looking at the envious eyes of everyone, Zifeng said calmly: "My family is a businessman, and all the items in my house, All have been reported.”

Dumbledore was curious: "Why do you bring everything with you?"

Zifeng said calmly: "It's convenient." After thinking about it, he rummaged through his bag and calmly took out a bunch of documents and said: "Look, before I came to you, I was still a demon hunter. Of course, my main prey was It's a werewolf or a vampire. Anyway, it needs to be passed through my hands before it can be handed over."

Dumbledore was made to jump back and asked seriously: "Wait, wait, Miss Prince, do you know what the demon hunter represents?"

Zifeng scratched his head: "Normal hunting license. Oh yes, those Magu seem to be very interested in these magical things. Oh, I also found a strange young man. He gave me a box, but said that because What, you won’t come with me.” Then she slapped her head and said, “Wait a minute, I’ll find it for you, I forgot about that guy.”

Dumbledore looked at the sky, really not knowing what to say. Soon, Zifeng dug out a strange, ancient box. Zifeng said calmly: "Old man, this is the box that guy gave you. I I threw that item in the box, but the little animals in the box didn't come out to play, so you can handle it yourself."

Dumbledore looked at the suitcase in his hand and was speechless. What can he say? Just go find the owner of the suitcase. After this episode, the sorting continued. Soon, the sorting was completed and the official dinner began. Looking at the table full of puffed food, Zifeng still picked something to eat. After all, it was okay to eat this kind of food once or twice, but it was not healthy enough to eat it often.

After eating, she followed the Hufflepuff people back to the Hufflepuff public dormitory. As for the wooden barrel that came, Zifeng calmly planned to set it on fire to see if the barrel could be solved by herself.

Fortunately, before Yubi left, he reported to the elves and asked them to take care of her unreliable little mistress. The important point is that if she lights a fire, she needs to put out the fire quickly. Therefore, the elves who had nothing to do decided to take turns to take turns to watch Zifeng every day. So when Zifeng wanted to light a fire, the elves immediately came over to help open the door.

Zifeng looked at the elf speechlessly. The elf pointed to the fruit plate next to him and said, "Oh, if you have any needs, you can come directly here. It not only includes small things such as leading the way and lighting a fire. If you are not nearby, you can come here anytime, anywhere." , just call an elf, and a free elf will naturally come out to help you."

Zi Feng nodded and asked sincerely: "Is it Yubi who told you to be careful that I burn down Hogwarts?"

The elf asked aggrievedly: "If I nod, will you be angry?"

All the Hufflepuffs laughed, and Zifeng sighed, okay, okay, these guys are so compromised, they can't go too far, right? Zifeng still wanted to think about it and asked: "Oh, is there an alcohol stove here? Well, you can light it the Muggle way, so you can enjoy food normally."

The elf said weakly: "So, may I ask, what is alcohol? Or what is it used for?"

Zifeng thought about it and said: "Muggles are used for disinfection. Well, forget it. When you use up the rest, just ask mommy to buy it in the Muggle world. Hmm."

When she came to the Hufflepuff lounge and her dormitory, there were four people in a dormitory. After confirming her clothes, she threw herself on the bed. Then, the bed collapsed. Zifeng was very disgusted!

She roared into the air: "Here comes an elf, the bed is here!"