Chapter 203: Kefu Mad Demon Shabini
Letting Hermione brew potions, besides being able to train a purely free pharmacist, the most intuitive benefit is... her Christmas review plan that was accurate to the second was ruined.
Hermione put most of her energy into the study of potion notes, so she didn't care about reviewing her homework.
To be honest, there is really no point in wasting a lot of time and energy reviewing the subjects you have mastered just to try to improve your final grades.
After all... even if she lost a few points, Hermione was still number one.
Instead of doing useless work, it is better to use time reasonably to learn more useful knowledge.
Hermione used to be a bit obsessed, walking with bowed legs, and Rove needs to be guided correctly to straighten her up.
Hand over magical animals to Shirley, brew potions to Hermione... Rove also put all his energy on alchemy.
In this leisurely atmosphere, the entire Christmas holiday slowly came to an end. The students took the 9 express train back to school again, and the deserted castle became noisy again.
On the opening night of school, Hogwarts ushered in a sumptuous dinner:
Roasted pumpkin with cherry foie gras, caviar with crispy celery, Scottish pickled squash with white beans, zesty pumpkin shreds and plain lamb shank...
Especially the leg of lamb, cut into thick slices and dipped in sauce, it is soft, glutinous and plump, full of flavor, without any unpleasant smell!
Other schools are famous for the quality of teaching, only Hogwarts is famous for its delicious food...it's so amazing.
Sitting at the Hufflepuff table, Rove ate a lot of lamb shank, and finally served himself a bowl of seaweed, natto and yam puree salad. He asked softly:
"So, have you two gone to London?"
During the duel club last semester, Lockhart suffered a comminuted fracture. Snape gave him the potion, which caused him to be poisoned and sent to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital.
The potion was made by Neville and Hannah. They also agreed to visit Lockhart with a box of fruit during Christmas.
"I went, and I watched a Muggle movie after listening to you." Neville didn't laugh, but lowered his head and said in a low tone:
"But Hannah didn't seem to like watching movies very much, she fell asleep in the middle."
"Asleep?" Rove frowned, wondering: What movie did you watch? "
"A magical world of plants!"
Rove didn't come up in one breath, and the tea in his mouth almost spewed out. He patted his chest and coughed a few times before he recovered.
There are so many good movies this year, such as Four Hundred Years of Surprise, Smell and Know Women, it’s not enough for you to watch... You have to go to the plant documentary, right?
"There are many interesting plants in it. I didn't expect that Muggles have such a deep understanding of plants."
Neville was full of praise, and he felt that he had gained a lot. He also took notes in the cinema... This made Rove couldn't help but sigh.
McMillan on the side was copying his homework, he looked up and said strangely:
"Why is Professor Lockhart back? I thought he would stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic and dare not come back."
That's right, Lockhart did come back and attended today's dinner, which surprised many people...such as Snape.
Everyone thought that Lockhart would stay in the hospital for an excuse not to come... Forget what happened to Quirrell last year?
"I'd rather cry in Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class than laugh in Lockhart's 'acting class'."
Susan said something quite philosophical.
"Hey, that's not what you said on the express train during the day." Hannah of the Plastic Sisters immediately snapped:
"You said that Professor Snape assigned too much homework, and that ugly people made troubles..."
"You're going to die, talk nonsense!" Susan frowned, quickly picked up the chicken leg, and stuffed it into Hannah's mouth.
Don't dare to say this nonsense, if Professor Snape heard it, she might really cry in class.
"What's that?" Justin suddenly pointed to the guest seat.
Following his gaze, everyone saw a creature with two big bat-like ears coming out from behind Professor Lockhart.
"House elves, they are slaves of wizards, they undertake all the housework, are bound by their masters, and cannot disobey their master's orders casually." McMillan added:
"My house has it too!"
What McMillan is most proud of is that their family goes back nine generations, and they are all pure blood, without any strings.
House elves are slaves who symbolize status, of course their family also has them!
"Are you completely obeying the wizard's orders? Wouldn't it be possible to let them do their homework!" Justin asked hastily.
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After saying this, McMillan was silent for a moment, why didn't he think of it!
Justin seemed to have discovered a new world. He said excitedly, "Where can I buy a house elf? I want to buy one too."
Although he was Muggle-born, he almost went to Eton College before entering school, and his family was actually richer than most pure-blood families.
"No, no!" McMillan shook his finger and emphasized, "Justin, house elves cannot be bought."
"A house elf has to serve its master for generations and generations. Of course, there are occasional gifts between pure-blood families, but we don't need to buy them at all."
"That's it." Justin was disappointed.
"Actually, if you want to buy it, you can still buy it." Rove said softly.
"In the Ministry of Magic there is a department called the 'House-Elf Resettlement Office' which takes in stray elves who don't have owners.
Like some house elves who made a mistake and were chased away by wizards, they would all go there. "
Rove lowered his voice and said, "If you want to buy a house elf, contact the resettlement office...but the price is very high."
Rich wizarding families look down on this kind of abandoned house-elf, and those who can afford it can't afford it... In the end, except for death, most of them come to the Hogwarts kitchen to find employment again.
Justin is actually a very nice person. If his family is willing to adopt a house elf, it can be regarded as finding a home for those homeless guys.
But it's also difficult... Justin's parents are both Muggles, so they probably didn't have the qualifications before Justin was an adult.
"What's Lockhart doing?" Neville said suddenly.
Everyone looked at the guest table, only to see Lockhart with a vigilant face, letting the house elf taste the wine and food in his glass first.
The object of Lockhart's vigilance is obviously Professor Snape. He is afraid of being poisoned again, so he asks the house elf to test himself for drugs.
"Wait..." McMillan frowned and said, "That house elf looks familiar. It seems to be called Sacia."
"How do you know?" Justin raised his eyebrows.
"My dad and I went to Blaise Zabini's house over the Christmas holidays and met the house-elf," McMillan explained.
Blaise Zabini is a student of Slytherin House, the same class as Rove, a dark-skinned teenager with high cheekbones.
"Why did you go to his house?"
"Attend the funeral." McMillan shrugged. "Papa Zabini passed away on Christmas. My dad and his dad are friends."
"That's really a pity." Justin said the scene.
"There's nothing to regret." Rove chuckled softly, "This is the sixth father of Zabini."
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(Thanks for the rewards of the two big guys "Just Love Wailing Water" and QQ reader book friend "20210301106467582980"
Chapter 2 comes later. )