Hogwarts Kitchen

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Ethan felt the surroundings become pitch black. He was squeezed from all directions, and he couldn't breathe at all, and his chest seemed to be tightly restrained by several iron hoops. His eyeballs were packed back into his head, and his eardrums were pressed deep into his skull.

Ethan sucked in the dry Hogwarts air and opened his tearful eyes.

He felt like he had just been squeezed out of a narrow rubber tube. It took a few seconds for him to recover.

Only then did Ethan realize that he had come to Hogwarts. You wouldn't be able to Apparate in Hogwarts, but Dumbledore, as the headmaster, had a lot of privileges.

The long-distance teleportation made Ethan very uncomfortable. He shook his head and tried to regain his senses.

"Are you OK?"

Dumbledore asked, looking down at him with concern. "This feeling takes time to get used to." "

"I'm fine." Ethan gasped, "I'll go by myself next time."

Because the witcher's senses are very sensitive, the discomfort caused by teleportation spells is pronounced on the witcher, so many witchers do not like teleportation magic very much; of course, this is the same as the rock troll cesspool. It has nothing to do with it.

"Ethan, I think you're tired after so many things. It's late at night. Go and have a good rest." Dumbledore politely bid Ethan farewell and returned to the headmaster's office.

After Dumbledore said this, Ethan was sure to feel a little hungry, so he decided to go to the dining hall at Hogwarts to find something to eat.

Ethan descended the long, six-story staircase and followed the marble staircase into the foyer below, into a broad stone corridor brightly lit by torches and adorned with delightful pictures, mostly of food.

Ethan found a picture of a silver bowl full of fruits. Ethan reached out and scratched the big green pear lightly.

Pear squirmed, giggling, and suddenly turned into a giant green doorknob. Ethan stopped it, pulled the door open, and entered the Hogwarts kitchen.

Ethan saw a great room with a high ceiling, the size of the auditorium above, with many gleaming copper pots and basins stacked around the stone walls and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

"Oh my God, Mr. Ethan, welcome to the kitchen!" A shrill voice caught Ethan's attention; it was Pippi, the house elf.

Pippi was wearing a tea towel with the Hogwarts badge on it, and Pippi wrapped the tea towel as a robe.

"Are you hungry, Mr. Ethan?" Pippi asked loudly in a thin voice.

"Well, yes, I am a little hungry," Ethan replied, rubbing his stomach.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ethan, come here quickly." Pippi wiped his hands on his clothes nervously and then hurriedly dragged Ethan across the four long wooden tables and into the kitchen inside.

When he entered the kitchen, Ethan was surrounded by enthusiastic house elves. At least a hundred elves were standing in the kitchen. When they saw Ethan's arrival, they hurriedly gathered together, laughing individually: bow and curtsy.

Hearing what Ethan wanted to eat, the house-elves started to work in a hurry. The kitchen pots and pans rattled, and it was lively.

Before long, there were several house elves with huge silver trays on their heads full of roast lamb ribs and roast beef, and the main course was a large serving of mashed potatoes, a bowl of peas tossed with butter, and a large bottle of Serve with table wine.

Ethan was a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the house itself. It was the first time he had received such a warm reception from a stranger.

In Ethan's previous world, even if he paid for himself, the restaurant owner would only choose a table near the corner, throw a plate of cold food at him in disgust, and tell him to eat quickly.

Ethan thanked the house elves for working hard, who scratched their ears and cheeks happily, and then Ethan sat down at the kitchen table and ate.

The house elves gathered in the corner and eagerly looked at Ethan, who ate sweetly as if Ethan's eating was the best encouragement for them.

The amount of food prepared by the house elf was a lot, and Ethan has no habit of wasting food, so he can only eat everything with all his strength, making his belly round.

Ethan hiccupped in satisfaction and thanked the house elves again, who hurriedly bowed to Ethan and curtseyed in response.

Ethan, who was completely full, was ready to leave. Many elves beside Ethan gathered around and handed him a lot of snacks. Ultimately, Ethan filled a bag of cream cakes and pies before leaving the kitchen.

Satisfied, Ethan returned to his office. This time, Ethan did not choose to meditate or continue to study magic.

Instead, he lay on the soft bed in the professor's room, emptied his mind, and rested quietly for a night, enjoying this rare comfort and tranquility.

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The next day, the explosive news of Knockturn Alley spread throughout the British wizarding world in various newspapers.

Early in the morning, Harry and Ron were awakened by Hermione again.

"Hermione, can't you let us sleep comfortably and wake up naturally?" Ron complained, rubbing his eyes.

With some ignorance still awake, Harry and Ron stared blankly at the Daily Prophet that Hermione was waving vigorously.

"Stop sleeping! Wake up! You have to look at this!" Hermione excitedly shoved the newspaper into Harry's hand.

Harry took out his glasses, put them on his face, and spread the newspaper with Ron.

The newspaper cover reads "The Butcher of Knockturn Alley" in bold font.

Below the significant characters are two side-by-side pictures. The one on the left shows Ethan holding a long sword in front of the smoke-billowing ruins, confronting Moody with a wand, looking extremely dangerous and ferocious.

The second picture shows Ethan standing with Dumbledore. Ethan seems to be listening to what Dumbledore has to say. In the photo, Dumbledore looks particularly sinister and appears to be telling Ethan to do something.

These two pictures woke Harry and Ron, "What is this? What's going on? What happened?" Harry and Ron looked at the front page of the Daily Prophet in surprise.

They didn't understand how they just slept and missed many important events.

"Look behind you! Something big must have happened yesterday" Hermione grabbed the newspaper in Harry's hand, helped them turn a page, and then put it back in Harry's hand.