Dynavale and Hogwarts

In the first class on Wednesday morning, Professor Sprout's Herbology class was a breath of fresh air for the Hufflepuff badgers. They thought today was going to be a good day.

Because next is the long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Thinking about it makes me a little excited. Who hasn’t had the dream of being a hero? Today may be the first day of becoming a hero.

Dana dragged the roommates who wanted to sit in the front row of the classroom and walked to the seats in the back. Although the roommates were a little confused, seeing Dana's thoughtful eyes, they stopped struggling and sat in the back.

Only Zacharias did not believe in the evil and walked to the first row with his head held high and sat down.

Not long after Professor Quirrell walked into the classroom wearing a turban, the roommates understood why Dana made them sit in the back. The smell of garlic began to spread in the classroom.

Everyone felt uncomfortable with the smell, but when they saw Zacharias, who was sitting in the front row and had a green face, they instantly felt better.

A great man once said, "Happiness comes from comparison." It's true.

Justin suppressed laughter and poked Dana on the waist: "How did you know?"

"Yesterday at lunch, I heard a Ravenclaw student complaining." Dana said it as if it was true.

Ernie touched his chin and said, "I bet he was trying to drive away vampires. I heard that he went to Romania to study vampires during the summer vacation. He might have been unlucky, but some vampires escaped. Now those vampires have also followed, and they want to To take revenge on him, the professor can only use garlic to deal with them."

Dana admired Ernie's ability to make up his mind very much. In a short period of time, he was able to piece together a good story with time, place, and characters, and it also had ups and downs, which was amazing.

This means you can be a writer in the Muggle world. But the story is a story after all, and there is no such thing as a vampire going wild in Hogwarts. When Dumbledore is the mascot and the deans are decorations

But Dana didn't expect that Ernie's story was quite popular among students and had begun to spread from Hufflepuff to Gryffindor.

Perhaps after hearing the following discussion, Quirrell began to stutter and explain that the turban was given to him by an African prince because he helped the prince get rid of the entanglement of the resurrected zombies.

Gryffindor's Seamus Finnigan impatiently asked him how he defeated the zombies, but he was mumbling and vague. This makes everyone even less convinced of Professor Quirrell's story.

Dana thinks this Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a joke, worse than a History of Magic class. At least in History of Magic you can do your homework without interruption, but in Defense Against the Dark Arts you can't even do that.

Not to mention the smell of garlic in the classroom, and not to mention the tendency to stutter after listening to it for a long time. The Legilimency that Professor Quirrell sends out from Voldemort from time to time is disturbing. The frequency is surprisingly high.

From Dana's point of view, the only benefit of taking this class is that it can continuously improve Occlumency. Dana suppressed the discomfort and did not fight back directly like he did with Snape, but pretended to be unaware.

I originally wanted to use a ray of energy to explore the face hidden under the turban, but after thinking about it carefully, I gave up.

You can't test it like crazy, otherwise you will really be seeking death. Besides, I have to go to eat after class. It would be bad if I vomit.

After finally getting through to the end of get out of class, someone said, "There is another class in the afternoon." This caused public outrage and was chased and beaten by everyone.

When the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, everyone returned to the common room with relief. Dana couldn't wait to take a shower and change clothes before she felt better.

Everyone else felt that they could relax today and started playing around in a corner of the lounge. Dana declined Wolfgang's invitation to play chess, telling him and the other roommates that he was called to Professor McGonagall's office in the evening and didn't know what would happen and was not in the mood right now.

Everyone comforted him that nothing would happen and he should not think too much, except Zacharis.

Dana didn't want to be alone with his thoughts, so he simply decided to go to the kitchen to visit the house elves.

After saying goodbye to my roommates, I went back to the dormitory to get the menu, walked out of the common room, and walked along the corridor filled with food paintings, and stopped in front of a picture of a huge silver bowl.

I found a green pear among the fruits in the silver bowl. I scratched it gently with my fingers, and it laughed and turned into a green handle.

Dana turned the handle and entered the kitchen. Before he could take in the layout of the kitchen, he was surrounded by a group of elves. Some were holding snacks, some were holding teapots, and some were holding teacups.

"Little wizard, are you here to see us? We are happy to serve you" said an older elf.

Dana cleared the noise and said: "Yes, I am Dana Wel, and I came here especially to visit you. Thank you for taking care of me. I really like the food you made. By the way, I also brought you a gift." .”

The elves became a little excited after hearing what they said. Some said: "He said thank you, God, what a nice gentleman." Another elf with a particularly shrill voice shouted to the elves behind him: "This gentleman, he said he brought a gift."

The elves are lively again.

"I've never received a gift before."

"Me too, me too. Is it really for us?"

“I don’t know what kind of gift it is.”

The elves became quiet again, and all of them looked at Dana eagerly with their big eyes open. Dana was embarrassed by the fight. He should have gotten some better gifts. It seems a little hard to do now.

Dana hesitated for a moment, then took out a Chinese cookbook and handed it to the older elf: "This is a Chinese cookbook. The dishes in it have been improved and should be in line with our taste. If possible, I will give it to you next time." Bring some better gifts.”

"The gift is a Chinese cookbook," the elf with a sharp voice seemed to explain; "This gentleman also said that he would bring more gifts next time."

"Huaxia, I've heard about it. I heard that it has a lot of delicious food."

“That’s great, we can try new dishes again.”

“I’ll actually have a gift next time, I’m so happy.”

Amidst the noisy discussions among the elves, the old elf bowed to Dana: "Mr. Weir, we like the gift you brought very much. On behalf of the house elves, Maini wishes to Express thankfulness"

Dana was very embarrassed by this solemn thank you. The elves wanted to give Dana the most delicious food, but unfortunately there were too many to take. Finally, Dana ran away amid the elf's warm farewell.

The rare enthusiasm of the elves made Dana feel a little guilty, feeling that he was not worthy of their enthusiasm and service. But what is a better reward for them?

Honey to me, arsenic to him. Hermione's liberation movement was not successful. How should I do it well? Dana fell into deep thinking.