Chapter 213 As the principal, my power is infinite

Chapter 213 As the principal, my power is infinite

After a few more talk about Anne's condition, Harry hung the portrait of Ominis in the corridor.

The position is very conspicuous and is placed next to Walbuga.

Walbuga certainly knew this old ancestor Gunter, not because the old ancestor Gunter's face was full of stories, but because she had been listening to Ominis's stories since she was a child.

She must have no objection, and Ominis, who doesn't know Wolbuga's personality, naturally has no objection.

"I still need to bless you, Harry."

As Harry hung up Ominis's portrait and was about to go to bed, Ominis suddenly spoke. "What's wrong?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Of course it was because Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald both found you, and of course, Parby—the girl that cannot be forgotten."

Ominis Speaking of this, I paused for a moment.

"But I think you'll be busy in the future. After all, except for Parby, those two women are not good at it, especially... Grindelwald."

When talking about Vivi's name Ominis's voice was so small that it could not be as small as it was.

Harry reached out and compared a gesture that was absolutely forbidden in South Korea.

"Don't worry, little German." Harry said with a smile, "Hold."

Ominis said nothing, he just glanced at Harry meaningfully .

Since Kliche was sick and not very comfortable, Vivi volunteered to take charge of the supper tonight.

Fortunately, it was not Cassandra. Harry thought so in his heart, otherwise he would have suffered.

"Poor Clicher..." Hermione's Virgin's disease has not yet fully recovered, and she was still thinking about Clicherher in her mind: "They are really pitiful, aren't they? Just like this day after day , exploited by wizards year after year... and even proud of it..."

"Maybe they like it?" Ron said indifferently, "I think we are more than this It should be discussed about Harry's issue - Oh my God, I didn't expect that he was the Harry Potter a hundred years ago. When he said this in his first grade, we thought he was joking."

"What about that?" Hermione indeed put down the house elf, "Tell me, if I said I was Roina Ravenclaw, would you believe it?"

"I believe." Ron nodded hurriedly: "Of course I believe that you are actually more like a Ravenclaw than Gryffindor-and I have no doubt that you are actually more than Ravenclaw himself. It's much wiser..."

"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked with a smile. She was really happy to be praised by Ron like this.

"Of course." Ron nodded and said, "You are the smartest witch I have ever seen. There seem to be stars in your eyes..."

Hermione was very happy, but she was a little bit I felt that there seemed to be something else that I hadn't said after this.

Is it my illusion? Hermione shook her head and threw the idea out of her mind.

"Oh, by the way!" Hermione quickly took out the small wallet that Vivi gave her a few days ago and took out Jack from it.

Jack looked in good spirits and did not feel depressed for a long time.

After seeing the sunshine, he swayed happily, like a happy garlic chicken.

"Jack!" Hermione picked up Jack, buried her face in the parrot's chest and sucked it hard.

Then she put Jack aside and coughed violently.

"Cough cough--I forgot that it has a lot of feather powder..." Hermione said with a cough: "This sucking makes it feel like it's sucking a bowl of flour..."

"I told you a long time ago. Ron shrugged, picked up the sunflower parrot from the table, and gave a blowing kiss at it with an eyebrow.

I never thought that Jack also followed suit and blew a kiss at Ron.

"Oh, this little hooligan!" Ron smiled and reached out to touch the parrot's beak, "It's teasing me-"

"Oh, it's an Australian , not a British man, there are no orientations that should not be." Hermione said quickly.

But this is not lethal for Ron, because although he is British, his orientation is normal - he likes Hermione and doesn't like other messes.

"Be careful when you say this." Ron whispered in Hermione's ear and said, "Principal Dumbledore is here, have you forgotten? He... well..."

Hermione then remembered that there was something wrong with this room.

Speaking of which, the wizarding world is not very enlightened. If this prisoner was placed in the Muggle world of that era, he would have to have at least five years of electrotherapy and enjoy a chemical castration.

It was all the magic world who saved him!

"What are you talking about?" Sirius walked over and sat next to Ron.

He saw Jack the parrot and reached out to get close to the parrot's beak.

Jack has a very good temper. It should be said that the big parrot has a good temper. At least it will not be a flying vise that bites and attacks people without discrimination.

Seeing that Jack did not bite him, Sirius reached out and stroked the garlic-like feathers on Jack's head.

"This parrot looks very good. Is it Jack?" Sirius asked excitedly.

"Yes, we were talking about it just now." Ron shrugged his shoulders and said, "In addition, Hermione also sarcastically mocked Mr. Principal."

"I'm not! I don't have it." ! Don't talk nonsense! "Hermione spoke quickly and denied the third company, trying to make Ron shut up quickly and never lead the principal over.

Who knows if Dumbledore would have any bad views on her because of this incident? Everyone knows that the principal has a good temper and will not deduct points for his classmates, but what if he gets angry, what if he doesn't want to do it? Did you deduct points from Gryffindor?

Although this is outside the school, Dumbledore's power as the principal is unlimited.

"It seems that you really respect Dumbledore, don't you?" Sirius knew that Hermione didn't want to say much, so he thoughtfully did not continue to ask down, but asked again: "What do he usually eat? I think he should prepare some things that parrots can eat, rather than let him eat what humans eat with us..."

"Eat some fruit, seeds, nuts, etc.." Hermin After thinking for a while, he continued, "You can also feed him some chili peppers, which is the spicy millet..."

"Can parrots still eat chili peppers?" Sirius showed an interesting look, "They are not afraid of spicy food "

"Of course not afraid, birds do not have spicy senses." Hermione said as she touched the parrot's garlic feathers.

In fact, this is also considered hot knowledge. The reason why humans and most mammals can feel the burning sensation caused by peppers is the interaction between taste receptors in the oral cavity and capsaicin. Capsaicin is a "chemical weapon" used by peppers to resist mammals' gnawing. When it comes into contact with a specific receptor on the mammal's tongue, it triggers a series of neural signals. After receiving it, the brain interprets it as "spicy". A special pain feeling makes the eater feel strongly discomfort and then is discouraged from the peppers.

However, the taste system of birds is very different from that of mammals. Over the long evolutionary process, no receptors that specifically bind to capsaicin have evolved on the tongues of birds. This means that when birds peck at peppers, capsaicin cannot create a "taste storm" like in mammals, and the birds naturally will not experience the burning pain. "That's so cool," Sirius said with a smile. "So, what do you want to eat on Christmas? I'm preparing a Christmas dinner recipe, and I can't just let Kliche do it- I can't trust him a little."

"Will Clice poison us?" Hermione asked back, a little dissatisfied with Sirius' suspicion.

That's Clicche, your Black family's most loyal domestic elf, how could you suspect him like this?

"We certainly won't," Sirius shrugged, "but you don't, Hermione."

Hermione never expected that this would be the answer. She asked in surprise: "Why?"

"Because you are in his eyes...well, that." Sirius tried to say in a gentle tone: "In fact, most domestic elves have a theory of blood. Perhaps this is instilled in the pure blood family they serve year after year, but who knows the truth? You just need to know that they don't actually win you. "

"Oh." Hermione sighed and nodded helplessly.

She also knew that there was a long way to go to transform the domestic elves.

"You are a kind girl, Hermione." Sirius nodded and affirmed Hermione and handed Jack to her: "Go and do what you want to do, I will support you."< br>

"Thank you, Sirius!" Hermione smiled happily. It was her greatest help to be sure of her like this.

What's more, this person is still an adult wizard.

However, she didn't understand Sirius's implicit meaning.

No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!

As we all know, the degree of reversal of British people when speaking is no worse than that of Dongda.

Even in some cases, there are still some wins.

At this moment, Harry suddenly leaned into his head from outside.

"Prepare to start the meal." He said, "Vivi's meal is ready-I highly recommend you come and try it. Her cooking is really delicious..."
< br>"German is pitiful." Sirius whispered sarcasticly, "What can they have? It's just elbow sausage..."

"But this is better than British food." Luo En said confidently: "At least we won't see salted fish on the table with their eyes closed and moldy cheese."

"Even we British people, we will never eat these things!" Hermione pointed at the right point, "At least our family doesn't eat these things! Ron!" "Then what do you eat in your family? Ron asked curiously.

Hermione stammered for a long time, and finally said, "French food."

Hearing Hermione's words, Sirius slapped her thigh and burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, Hermione." Sirius said with a laugh, "In addition to French food, we occasionally eat some Italian food. Anyway, it is always better than British food, right? ? Especially the rice cooked by my mother is the most unpalatable in the world."

Ron recalled the scene when he saw the portrait of Walbuga for the first time, and nodded with lingering fear and said, "You are right, Sirius - that's true."

As a matter of fact As Sirius expected, there were indeed roasted pork elbows and sausages on the table.

But this is just one of the sumptuous meals on a large table, and more are authentic old Vienna food, which is very authentic. "It seems that you are still a qualified domestic elf." Kassandra stretched his head and looked at the food on the table, nodding in satisfaction and complimenting Vivi: "Well--it's certainly OK. "

"Thank you for your praise, but even if it is a house elf, I am a house elf from the Porter family."

Vivi said with a smile, turning around and sticking to Harry.

Cassandra, who originally thought she had taken advantage of her, felt no longer good. Why... how can people be so shameless!

So many people are there! You are so close to Pote!

As the male owner of this family, Sirius sat in the main seat.

The rest of the people also sat down in order according to the etiquette of Western food.

In fact, Western dining etiquette is also very complicated, and there is a clear division between guest seats and main seats.

But in the eyes of some fools who admired foreign countries in later generations, Western dining etiquette is an elegant inheritance, while Dongda University's dining etiquette is a dregs.

I've seen it a little.

Sirian took out two bottles of wine that had been treasured for many years from the wine cellar at home and asked Clice to pour wine glasses into them one by one.

Of course, the two children Hermione and Ron are not allowed to drink alcohol.

"Do you know? In Italy, even children will be allowed to drink some wine during meals."

Dumbledore smiled and picked up the wine dispenser and poured it for Ron, who was so greedy. A little wine served.

He did not forget Hermione, and also poured her a little bit.

"But don't drink too much, today's day is special-isn't it?"

Dumbledore put away the wine dispenser and blinked at Hermione and Ron after putting it away. .

Ron was so happy that his parents never let him drink at home.

But... it is now allowed by the principal.

"Witcher Aged Brew," Sirius shook his wine glass, admiring the wall hanging on the cup, "I used to be reluctant to drink it at home - but the situation is different now, I am the one now. The head of the family, the only heir to the Black family. "

"I allow it! I allow it!" Walbuga's voice came from outside.

She must allow this situation, not to give it to others, but to Harry Potter, Miss Grindelwald and Miss Malfoy.

It's not a trash.

"Even if you become the heir, don't spend money randomly, Sirius." Dumbledore said earnestly: "I remember you bought Harry a firebolt, right? This is not A qualified head of the family should do, you should be more mature."

However, Sirius said indifferently: "It's just a firebolt, as long as Harry likes it - unlike some people, I like it... Well, but in fact I have always been stingy and mean, right? "

Snape suddenly let out a 'Kara' sound, and everyone followed the direction of the sound. Looking at it, I happened to see Snape lifting the knife from the plate and the table with a expressionless face.

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(This chapter ends)