The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

At the same time, the mucus that Andersen had just put on the ground gradually diluted and turned into ordinary water with salty air flowing around. It would dry up naturally in a short time.

"Explain it in detail!" Linde laughed and then walked down.

The man and the bird kept mumbling along the way, attracting the attention of several passing wizards.

According to Andersen, within a month after Linde left, he basically relied on Fox's tears every day to survive. Sometimes it would turn into a swollen meat ball, and sometimes it would turn into a crow-like monster composed of various organs.

And these situations are irregular. It may change suddenly at any time, but at the same time, it gradually felt an indescribable power in its body.

It was not until a month later that its physical condition gradually stabilized.

When Linde wanted to ask for some details, Linde felt that it wanted to say something, but could not express it clearly.

Considering that there is a difference in thinking between a man and a bird between different creatures. So Lind didn't force it, including when he asked Dumbledore whether he had observed it excessively, it didn't know anything.

This made Lind feel relieved. If Andersen couldn't explain other questions clearly, it would be abnormal if it insisted on this question that "Dumbledore has never studied it at all!"

Lind is now somewhat Buddhist to Dumbledore. Anyway, he can't figure out this old man at all. He can only feel that this old man has no ill will towards him.

But in the original book, he didn't have any ill will towards Harry, and Harry was still held tightly by Dumbledore like a chess piece.

Lind naturally didn't want to be a chess piece under Dumbledore. So he tried to reduce his negotiations with Harry as much as possible. He could only accept that his relationship with Harry was like that between Neville and Harry.

We can be friends, but don't call me when you take risks.

This is what he thinks now.

And he has his own things to do!

Arriving on the first floor of the castle, Lind continued to move down. Walking down a stone staircase, he came to a wide stone corridor under the castle.

The torches illuminated the entire stone corridor. Linde could see a stone trough on the right side of the corridor from a distance, with many large wooden barrels piled in it. Not far away. There were many paintings. There were no portraits of people or animals in these paintings, but paintings of various foods.

"Fruits, pears, where are they!" Linde looked at the paintings carefully while walking, and Andersen looked around on his shoulder.

"Gugu-- (It seems to be in front!)" Andersen whispered, and then flew forward.

Linde watched Andersen hover somewhere and look back at him, his wings flapping.

He walked over and took a look. There was indeed a large painting where Andersen stopped. On the picture was a huge silver bowl full of fruit.

This was Linde's destination, the kitchen of Hogwarts.

At the same time, nearby was the entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge. Their entrance was one of these wooden barrels. It is said that if you tap the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff" with your hands, it will open. If the rhythm is not right, vinegar will spray from the wooden barrel next to it and pour on the person.

This kind of door is considered an open door. This is also in line with the Hufflepuff style. Of course, if you want to enter the Hufflepuff common room but you can't even tap the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff", you deserve to be sprayed with vinegar.

At the same time, Linde thought of other details about Hogwarts.

The founders of the four major colleges have the same surname and first name.

Godric Gryffindor, G.G.

Salazar Slytherin, S.S.

Rowena Ravenclaw, R.R.

Helga Hufflepuff, H.H.

Jonathan Joestar, JOJ... This is not it.

Thinking of this, Linde tiptoed and stretched out his hand to gently scratch the big green pear. The pear squirmed, giggling, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob. Linde grabbed the handle and pulled hard, and the whole picture frame was pulled open like a door, revealing a passage.

Walking in, Linde saw a large room with a high ceiling, the same size as the auditorium above, with many glittering copper pots and basins piled up against the surrounding stone walls, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

The positions of these tables were exactly the same as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above. They corresponded to the tables in the auditorium and should be used to serve food. Linde suppressed the idea of ​​studying this table and looked at the group of elves busy in the room.

At the same time, these house elves saw him when he came in. They swarmed towards Linde. Linde had to speak hurriedly, "Hey, hello! Hello!"

"Hello... He greeted us." Sharp voices rang out one after another.

"Hey, friends, be quiet. It's too noisy. Do you have someone to talk to?"

"The wizard said I'm a friend... My God, this is... What an honor." An elf fanned his face. There was an unbelievable look on his face. At the same time, their voices became smaller and smaller. But it took a long time to quiet down.

Linde was a little embarrassed, looking at these quiet elves. This was the first time he saw a house elf. He was really shocked by their attitude.

But no one spoke at all.

"Is there a boss here? In other words, do you have a manager?" Lind said, he didn't want to experience the noise that was all directed at him again.

"Manager?" A low question sounded, and the elves looked at each other.

A brown-skinned elf stood up, rubbing his hands and looking at Lind respectfully, with a little timidity in his eyes. After all, this adult said "quiet!"

"Sir, we... we don't have such a thing, we all obey the headmaster here, the great Mr. Albus Dumbledore. Without Mr. Dumbledore's order, we have no right to privately divide the levels."

Hearing his words, Lind also understood. These elves think about how to serve Dumbledore every day, or the entire Hogwarts. So there is no and cannot be a level in their group.

"Well... can I ask you for help?" Lind asked, although he expected that these elves would not refuse him, but he still asked politely, after all, they serve Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's instructions to them should be to serve Hogwarts or something like that.

"Oh, of course." The elves responded one after another.

"Well, be quiet, come here." Lind pointed to the elf who stood up to answer him before. "You can continue your original work! I won't disturb you for now."

Hearing his words, the elf pointed by Lind laughed happily, and the expressions on the faces of the other elves were either lost or jealous.

Lind found a more remote place for the elf. "What's your name?"

"My name is Bob, sir."

"Okay, I want to ask if you are responsible for all the trivial matters in the school besides the kitchen meals? Including collecting luggage, cleaning, etc., thank you, I don't eat." Lind refused the food brought by an elf again.

Helplessly watching the elf carrying food and returning with his big ears drooping, Lind looked at Bob again.

"Oh, yes. We are responsible for everything." Bob showed a proud expression.

"Well, did you clean the independent office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher on the second floor this year? Because the teacher has changed, it will definitely be cleaned, right?"

"Uh, yes, sir. But it's not me, it's other elves."

You know, Quirrell died directly in Hogwarts in his previous life, and his personal belongings must not have been packed. Even if Quirrell is wandering in the outside world as a ghost or in other forms, he must be able to find some clues through some of Quirrell's personal belongings.

"What about the things you cleaned out? Things belonging to the previous teacher. Are they still there?"

"Uh, sorry. Sir, the school's garbage needs to be handled regularly." Bob said with some embarrassment.

"Handled? Did you just deal with the personal belongings of those wizards?" Lind said.

Feeling Lind's somewhat unbelievable tone, Bob trembled a little, "That's not the case... because Mr. Dumbledore has confirmed that there is nothing needed. So we treated them all as waste."

Dumbledore has confirmed it!

He didn't expect Dumbledore to be able to do this kind of investigation. It's not that he thought Dumbledore couldn't think of this, but he was a little surprised that Dumbledore did it himself.

But it's also possible that he was just going through the process.

Thinking about it, Lind felt a little uncomfortable. It's hard for him to trust others in this matter involving Quirrell. It's like someone has told him the cause, process, result and various details of an incident, but he just wants to say: I don't believe it without a video.

He just has to confirm it with his own eyes to feel at ease.

"Is there nothing left?" Lind confirmed again.

"Yes... no, there may be more!" Bob changed the subject.

"Maybe?"

Bob hurriedly said, "Yes, because some elves like to collect things that wizards don't want, and there may be some things you want."

"Then can you help me collect it? I hope to get all the relevant things." Lind asked.

"It's an honor, sir." Bob said excitedly.

"How long will it take?"

"Half an hour... no, more than ten minutes. Please wait a moment." After saying that, Bob looked impatient, "Do you have any other instructions?"

"No, that's it! Please give me what you can collect." Linde said.

After Bob left, Andersen rubbed his face and cooed softly.

"Do you want to eat?"

"What? Raw meat?"

Linde recalled its solid beak and thick claws. If Andersen was to be classified again, it must be a bird of prey.

Thinking about it, Linde walked over and found a little elf.

"Hello, can you give me some raw meat? Steak or chicken is fine."

The elf looked at Linde. Although he didn't understand why the little wizard wanted raw meat, he must be good at following instructions. Thinking about it, he hurried to the other side of the room where food was stored.

Linde looked at him and sat down at the table again. After a while, a large plate of bloody beef was delivered.

Linde looked at Andersen. He wanted to see how Andersen ate. One characteristic of raptors that feed on raw meat is their hook-shaped beak, which is used to tear meat. Although ravens also eat meat, they only peck at small pieces.

Now that Andersen took the initiative to ask for a large piece of raw meat, he wanted to see how Andersen would eat it.

Just as he was thinking about it, Andersen's beak opened wide again, and several tentacles emerged from it.

This time's tentacles are slightly different from the smooth purple tentacles that housed its own body just now. This time the tentacles also have densely distributed barbs, just like a feline tongue.

There was thick fluid that should be stomach acid hanging on the tentacles, and Andersen's tentacles were wrapped in bright red beef that was almost as big as his body. Then several tentacles twisted vigorously in multiple directions.

Plasma suddenly splashed on the table——

The original piece of raw meat was divided into several parts. Then, Andersen wrapped each piece into his mouth.

Even if the raw meat is torn into several pieces, it is still a bit too big for its throat. Linde looked at Andersen's throat like a snake eating, and his neck was stretched wider than his head. Then it was slowly squeezed into the body by the fine muscles.

Linde didn't know how much space there was in its body now. It had just "recycled" its larger body before, and then swallowed a whole piece of raw meat as big as itself in a short while. But its appearance hasn't changed at all.

Linde asked with some inexplicable expectation, "Can I still eat it?"

Andersen shook his head, indicating that it felt full.

Well, I thought it was really a bottomless pit! That's good. Although its internal space is abnormal, it is still within the acceptable range.

If Andersen could eat more, I might not really think about dissecting it.

But none of these Andersen knew that it was lying on the table now, looking very comfortable.

Lind retracted his gaze and looked towards the house elf. He was still communicating tirelessly with the elves, but at this time, some elves were already walking towards him with some things.

At first they were not happy when Bob asked them for his collection. But when Bob said that wizards needed it, they all took the initiative to take out the things.

His collection is needed by wizards. What a great thing!

After a while, Linde successively took over a broken quill, a pretty glass drinking glass, and a copper pocket watch that no longer kept time...

After receiving a bunch of useless things, Lind took a few glances and returned them to the elves. When he first returned the broken quill, the elf was still very disappointed. Later, Lin De quickly stated that he had already seen it and achieved his goal. He had already helped himself.

Then he became happy.

It was not until after sending away an elf who was holding the Daily Prophet half a year ago that Lind finally saw something that suited his liking, and it should contain the message he wanted.

A black and purple worn notebook.