Slughorn bid farewell to the three of them, and came to Dumbledore with a bright smile.
On Dumbledore's other side, an adult wizard wearing the uniform of the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic greeted him.
The wizard's name was Matthew Peters. He was jokingly asking Slughorn who these two girls were, and asked him to personally bring them into his social circle, but he abandoned them like worn-out shoes.
Slughorn said with a smile that Xifa and the others were among his most satisfied students. He hoped that those people could get to know Xifa and the others, not that Xifa and the others knew those people.
oh? Matthew Peters couldn't help but curiously asked, what are their specialties and what are their names?
Slughorn introduced them to him one by one with a proud look on his face.
Naturally, it started with Elise and Luna. When he heard about Elise's magic talent and Luna's potion talent, Matthew Peters's eyes were full of brilliance and he exclaimed in amazement from time to time.
When he heard Sifa's name. He suddenly cast his eyes on Xifa.
"He is the one..."
"Matthew!"
Dumbledore, who was cheerful at the same time, suddenly interrupted Matthew Peters. Matthew was a little at a loss. He just wanted to confirm whether Xifa was the young wizard who was attacked and killed in the Forbidden Forest.
You know, I came to Hogwarts this time for the purpose of questioning Xifa.
But Dumbledore stopped himself... Forced by his authority, Matthew Peters wisely shut his mouth.
"Won't you introduce to us the outstanding little wizards you brought?" Dumbledore's tone suddenly softened.
"Uh...Okay...Mr. Dumbledore..." Matthew Peters said incoherently.
"This is Cedric Griffin...this is...this...they're from Durmstrang..."
.......
Naturally, the three Xifa people who left did not know their conversation, and naturally they did not know where these little wizards in strange clothes came from.
Fortunately, if you don’t know how to ask, just ask Ding Dong.
Xifa turned around and asked the question to Elise and Luna.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's find a place to sit down first."
Luna did not answer Xifa's question, but suggested it to Xifa first, and Elise nodded repeatedly.
After being reminded by the two, Xifa found that he and the two women were standing on the red carpet in the middle aisle of the auditorium.
There were many little wizards on both sides pointing at the three of them.
After all, Xifa is now dressed like a noble prince, while Luna and Elise are like cute and elegant princesses.
Normally, among the three of them, Luna and Elise were relatively friendly to the little witch, but they refused to communicate with boys directly.
Xifa usually feels approachable, but now he has a touch of nobility.
Therefore, everyone's eyes are focused on them.
You can't blame others if they look at you twice, right? What's more, you are still in the most conspicuous place in the middle.
Xifa quickly glanced around. He wanted to find a quieter corner, where the three of them could sit together, have something to eat, and spend this dark night calmly.
At this time, Elise suddenly pulled Xifa's arm. Follow her line of sight.
I saw Avnia Rupert, the prefect of her Ravenclaw house, waving to the three of them.
Looking next to her, there was indeed enough space. Xifa felt happy, and the three of them quickly wanted to go there.
Our prefects can't be like the Gryffindors next to them, and they can't lively and hug each other at the dinner table, right? Xifa thought in his mind.
The three came to Avnia Rupert.
"You came too late, and there are not many free seats. Fortunately, no one wants to sit with us. The deans of each house stipulate that prefects cannot take the lead in making trouble. Except for Gryffindor..."
Seeing Xifa's eyes twitching, she glanced at Charles Weasley who was howling strangely with his little lion in the distance.
Avonia Rupert quickly added.
Well, maybe Luna and Elise were very familiar with Avonia Rupert, or maybe they talked about each other's bad qualities together, which narrowed the distance between the four of them.
The four of them chatted happily together.
When Xifa was about to speak, he asked Matthew Peters and Cedric Griffin about the identities of these people.
A figure sat to the left of Xifa on the far left.
Realizing that someone was approaching him, Xifa naturally turned around to see who it was.
She was a capable and mature little witch with white hair and gray eyes. Xifa remembered that her name was Miranda Gorshak.
"Hello, Junior Kerwin, can we change places? I have a few questions to ask Junior Elise."
Xifa was looking at the worn jewelry on her head. After hearing this, he stood up to make way for Miranda.
Unexpectedly, Elise sighed, she stood up and pulled Xifa to her seat, and then sat in Xifa's position.
"Senior Miranda, I can't hide from you after all. I still say that it is impossible for me to teach you the knowledge of magic patterns to construct magic."
Elise sighed and said solemnly.
"I know you want to write a standard spell book, saying it is for us to learn magic better. But I know that you want to spread knowledge to the little wizards outside. It's not possible now, not only because their talents cannot support it. Stronger magic, and...some resistance."
Just when Miranda wanted to say something more.
The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open again.
What came was not an unexpected guest, but an unexpected creature.
The house elf of Hogwarts was wearing a smart uniform, with his hands raised, holding the dinner plate above his head.
They lined up and walked in, then jumped up and placed plates on each table.
Like Xifa, many people saw magical creatures like house elves for the first time, even if they were pure-blood nobles.
They pointed and pointed, and even a bold young Gryffindor wizard wanted to get his hands on this creature.
Slytherin also did not have the same dislike of house elves as later generations did.
Of course, it is impossible for them to show sympathy for their work.
Xifa and the others did not show disgust, maybe because these elves were the property of Hogwarts and their clothes were not shabby or tattered.
Not to mention them, this time, Western France finally had the opportunity to see traditional Western festivals.
Especially the unique wizarding festival.
The turkeys stuffed with truffles were, of course, cooked, but they were still spreading their wings to fly. (Can turkeys really fly? Xifa’s confusion)
Neatly arranged honey-juiced unknown birds, as the elf places the plate on the dining table
Barely covered with honey, they stood up and flew around the dinner plate.
Thick meat sauce, roasted corn cream porridge, with a fountain-like water column in the middle, causing the meat sauce in the entire basin to constantly flip, and the same goes for the porridge, perhaps to achieve even mixing.
Waiting for the strange jumping pudding, the starry strawberry jam...
The visual effects of these meals are no less than the magical ice cream meal I had in Diagon Alley when I first entered the wizarding world.
In comparison, the roasted whole pig in the middle was mediocre, even though the pig had a red apple in its mouth. There is still nothing strange about this dish.
If this pig was 'tumbling and tossing' on the dining table... Xifa imagined it with a wicked sense of humor.
Look at the various dynamic delicacies in front of you.
Xifa suddenly felt that the real food in the magical world still had some characteristics that attracted him.
Why can't those boring ingredients be made like this and used as daily meals?
