Chapter 343 I Always Feel Like I've Forgotten Something

Half an hour later, the Hufflepuff Girls' Dormitory began to gradually wake up.

"Hey, where's Elena?"

Hermione, the "Human Computer," rubbed her eyes with one hand and sat up slowly. Her light pink tank top pajamas hung loosely on her left arm, her sleepy eyes surveying her surroundings, still in the initial boot-up phase of the day.

"I don't know... but don't worry, she can't have gone far. Look, her robes are still here."

Sensing movement around her, Hannah, also known as "Little Lori," woke up as well, glanced at the wizard robes still on the chair next to the bed, and yawned as she responded.

"And the white hair meatballs are not foolish, at most, they would have walked to the kitchen outside the Hufflepuff door, and no further."

Obviously, the house-elves do not know when they have been here.

The dirty clothes the girls threw in the laundry basket yesterday were all washed and ironed, emitting a refreshing smell, neatly stacked on the chair beside the bed.

"That makes sense."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, nodded with a smile, her eyes gradually recovering, and she stood up to start getting dressed.

Both Hannah and Hermione are very familiar with Elena's absurd nature and her hilarious character. Elena wouldn't and wouldn't want to go without the two guiding her, unless a third person could take her to the restaurant for dinner.

Indeed, when Hermione and Hannah were dressed and walked down the stairs to the common room, they caught sight of Elena sitting in front of the fireplace and idly playing with the tongs.

"We're ready, let's go have breakfast..."

Elena turned her resentful head, let go of the tongs, and stood up.

Right at that moment, she discovered a piece of knowledge that Newt Scamander does not necessarily know: fire-born fireflies from the Hufflepuff fireplace cannot be eaten, roasted or raw. It serves no purpose, more resembling a form of luminous magic than a creature.

If those two wings come out later, she might consider secretly cutting the "green dill" from Professor Sprout's classroom and testing it in the fire.

"Alright..."

Hermione and Hannah nodded in agreement.

At the sound of Elena's voice, hunger, like a plague, instantly sprouted from the bodies of Hermione and Hannah.

The eleven or twelve-year-old girl has just the age of a long body, not to mention the three of them tossing and turning in bed for a while last night, consuming a lot of water and salt... This is also considered an inconvenience of sleeping together, after all, as long as one person is still tossing and turning mentally, the other two cannot sleep soundly.

It must be said that food is a contagious attribute.

Under Elena's imperceptibility, Hermione and Hannah became more interested in the delicious food.

Of course, another reason is that since Dumbledore officially recognized Elena's status as Hogwarts' chef, the quality of the three daily meals at Hogwarts has taken a qualitative leap.

Hogwarts does not have scheduled classes for the weekend, at least until then.

No matter how plentiful the breakfast is, most lazy young wizards choose to stay in bed for a while.

Therefore, when the three Elenas arrived at the Great Hall, there weren't many students sitting in the auditorium, most seats were empty, except...

"Big sister, good morning."

"Hermione, good morning."

"Hannah, good morning."

As soon as Elena entered the Great Hall, she heard a vibrant spirit from the long table in Gryffindor House. She turned her head and saw a group of first-year boys like Harry and Ron already sitting at the edge of the table, greeting them enthusiastically.

The long table of Slytherin on the other side of the Great Hall also received the same greeting.

"This is really rare..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, turned her head, and looked at Elena gently.

"This seems to be the first time Ron and them have gotten up so early. Is Quidditch magic so powerful that it can make these lazy kids... it would be nice if they were this active in class."

"You don't understand, Hermione. These are boys."

Elena smiled and responded with a gesture, whispering in response to Hermione's question.

As far as I know, for the love of games and sports, it is possible that they may never even fall in love in their whole life. For example, the broom player from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, most of his girlfriends are ghosts.

"Anyway, I don't find it fun to fly in the sky."

Hermione frowned and said seriously, "I have studied it before. The rules of Quidditch are too complicated and careless. There are more than 700 rules. If you really follow them, it is..."

"Pfft."

Right at that moment, a clear laugh came from Hermione.

"Hey, Hannah, what are you laughing at?"

Hermione turned her head and looked at the well-endowed blonde loli holding Elena's left hand, asking with a displeased look.

"I remembered something happy."

"What happy thing?" Hermione narrowed her eyes like an angry cat.

"I got selected for the Quidditch team."

Hannah stuck out her tongue, tried to regain the smile on her face, and responded in a quiet voice.

"Cough, cough, pfft!"

Faced with this sensitive news, Elena did not hold back at all. After a strong cough, she issued a throbbing sound, apparently restraining herself very forcefully.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hermione's voice turned colder, her brown eyes fixed on Elena.

"I also got selected for the Quidditch team..."

Elena reached out and continued without hesitation.

After a few seconds' pause, Elena did not continue to play out this famous scene, looking at the increasingly displeased little chocobo, she let out a series of happy laughs.

"Haha, cough, cough, haha..."

Anyway, Hannah was there to help, and this time Elana did not fear that Hermione would resentfully tug at her dull hair.

"You, you are too much! I ignore you!"

Hermione's little face suddenly flushed, she angrily pushed Elena's hand away and headed toward the Gryffindor table.

She knew perfectly well what the two friends were laughing about. Was flying really that great?

"Hey, Granger..."

Seeing Hermione genuinely angry, Hannah growled a little at the white-haired redhead who was still mocking there, quickly let go of Elena's hand, and pursued in Hermione's direction.

At this moment, Hermione was truly just a sensitive and willful little girl, not funny at all.

Elena shook her head helplessly and was about to go with Hannah to calm the little Hermione down.

Goo!

At this moment, six long-eared owls flew into the auditorium with a slim package. After circling in the sky for a couple of rounds, they landed right on the Slytherin table in front of Draco Malfoy.

At the same time, footsteps were heard in the location of the hallway on the other side of the auditorium.

As usual, Dumbledore was one of the first teachers to arrive at the auditorium.

"Malfoy, don't open the package on the table!"

Elena, not far away, had already caught up with Hermione and Hannah, who were clumsily explaining something, and she felt slightly relieved, turning her head to focus on Draco, who was about to open the package.

Seeing the frozen movements in place, she looked at Draco confused. Elena couldn't help but sigh deeply and, after glancing at the old white-bearded wizard who had just pushed open the auditorium door, she quickly walked toward the long Slytherin table.

No wonder, since she got up this morning, she had always felt a sense of unease in her heart. Could this be the reason? It's dangerous. If it weren't for a quick response, Dumbledore would have almost discovered this broom. Hard.

But... why do I always feel like something is missing? Forget it, it shouldn't matter, anyway, there's no warning for Xiao Duomao.

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