HP: The New God from Hogwarts

An ordinary morning after the game.

Tao Wu looked at the breakfast steak in front of her and found it hard to eat. Her mind was filled with what she saw that day——

The house-elf used its dirty feet to step on the steak, draining the blood from the fresh steak mixed with the dirt on its feet.

She reported the house-elves' behavior to Dumbledore and raised the issue of food safety at Hogwarts.

But Dumbledore said that the elves at Hogwarts have been working this way for many years, and if she felt it was unhygienic, she could cook it herself.

She pushed the steak on the plate away with her fork. Cedric, who was sitting opposite her, noticed that she had a poor appetite and asked with concern:

"Luna, what's wrong with you? Don't you have an appetite?"

She looked at Cedric's concerned expression and hesitated to speak. Finally, she said weakly, "This is an unsolvable problem, but for your own good, Cedric, you'd better not know about it."

Seeing that she was evasive and unwilling to tell the reason for her poor appetite, Cedric became more worried and curious. He continued to ask her softly:

"It's okay. If you have any troubles, you can tell me. Maybe I can find a solution."

Looking at his sincere grey eyes and the curious look of her roommate who loved to support their relationship, she took a deep breath and said, "You want to know even if you will regret it?"

Several heads nodded vigorously at the same time.

Tao Wu looked at him with reluctance as she told him how the house-elves processed food in the Hogwarts kitchen.

As a result, Cedric and her silly roommates couldn't even eat a bite of breakfast.

However, a small incident soon interrupted their imagination of how to process ingredients in the kitchen.

"Hurry, open it and take a look, Ron!"

"Could it be a new thing from the magic show?"

"That's enough, Fred, there's no way Mom would go there and buy me something new!"

"Maybe snacks or Lockhart's new book!"

"That's enough, Hermione. If it was these things, she would have sent them to Ginny instead of me."

"I think it will be a dress."

"Harry, I think you are more reliable."

There was a lot of noise at the Gryffindor table, and a group of people gathered around Ron.

It turned out that it was Harry's little fan, Colin, the Hogwarts photographer, who had returned from the Owlery and brought Ron a package from Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone is guessing what is in the package.

The Weasley twins were addicted to money and almost picked up a plate to let the classmates put money in to bet on what was in the package.

"Open it and take a look."

Hermione urged Ron and even wanted to help him remove the brown paper herself.

Ron smiled as he tore open the brown paper, but when he saw what was inside, he couldn't laugh anymore.

But Hermione laughed so loudly that she almost fell on Ron. Taowu saw from afar that Krum, who was sitting next to Draco, was staring at Hermione and Ron who were leaning against each other. The silver fork in his hand had been bent into the shape of an earthworm.

Harry quickly picked up the things inside. It was a grayish dark red woolen dress with white lace on the collar. It looked like a style from hundreds of years ago and was not suitable to be worn on the body at all.

The little lions of Gryffindor and the little snakes of Slytherin on the other side also laughed when they saw it.

"Why would Mrs. Weasley send you a dress like this?" Harry looked at the dress in his hand, puzzled and asked Ron, who was blushing.

Ron's face was as red as if he had drunk a bucket of butterbeer, and Draco whistled and said, "This suit suits you perfectly, Weasley! Put it on and show everyone!"

"I'm kind of looking forward to seeing Weasley wearing this weird outfit. What do you think, Vivian?" Hannah looked at Ron with a smirk and pushed Vivian beside her with her hand.

Vivian ignored her and looked at Ron and Hermione with fiery eyes. The tip of the pen in her hand was almost emitting sparks on the parchment. This is what a wife who produces grain does.

"You're writing that sweet little story of yours again." Tao Wu leaned sideways and looked curiously at the parchment on the table. After just one glance, her face turned pale. She was worthy of being Vivian, the food she cooked was delicious.

"Ginny, I think this dress must be for you!"

Ron immediately turned around and yelled at Ginny. He was now eager to get rid of this hot potato.

Ginny's face turned cold and she took a big step back: "If mom sent it to you, it must be for you."

Looking at the wand raised in her hand, Ron swallowed his words as he was about to continue to fool her.

He suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned around excitedly, holding the dark red robe and gesturing at Harry's body: "Maybe it's for you, Harry!"

Harry quickly waved his hands, "Oh no, I think Mrs. Weasley sent it to you, so it's yours."

Ron and Harry were pushing the dress against each other, and only Hermione paid attention to the point.

"Why would Mrs. Weasley send you something like this? It's not appropriate to wear right now."

"Children, be quiet." Professor McGonagall came with the answer, "To celebrate this great event, we will hold a grand ball in the castle. You can prepare your dresses now and invite your dance partners."

Tao Wu, who remembered the plot, looked at Ron sympathetically and pointed at the robe in his hand: "This should be the dress for this ball."

Ron's mouth twitched, but he quickly thought of a way out and said to Harry holding the dress: "This must be the ball dress that your mother prepared for you, Harry!"

"It's yours! Because mine is already here." Harry stretched out his hand, and Hedwig threw a package signed by Sirius in front of him. "Godfather and Professor Lupin will definitely prepare everything for me."

He opened the package, and inside was a suit of white shirt and black long suit, which was very much in line with Sirius's aesthetic taste, and he would definitely look very handsome in it.

Harry had his own dress, and Ron had to face the cruel reality of having to wear the dress in his hand to the ball. He looked at Hermione pitifully:

"If I asked you to dance in this dress, would you dislike me?"

"Very disgusting."

Hermione stroked his red curly hair that was about to explode with a bright smile on her face.

"But my dance partner will only be you."

Listening to Hermione's words, Tao Wu frowned: "It's over, the top student has become a love-brained person."

She thought about it. Even if Newt wore such an ugly dress to invite her to dance, she would...

Normally, Newt's clothes weren't good looking, but she didn't mind.

If Newt had invited her dressed like this, she would have happily agreed.

It's over. My head is a little itchy.

I'm going to be in love.