Chapter 201 Ghost Food
After saying goodbye to Harry and Harry, the three of Ye Ting continued to head towards the kitchen.
They walked through the winding corridors and stairs and came to the basement step by step.
“Hey, isn’t this the Hufflepuff common room?” Ginny blinked her big eyes and said with a puzzled look.
She still remembered that when she had nothing to do at the beginning of the school year, she and Luna ran here to adventure.
At that time, she witnessed the little badgers disappear at the end of this corridor.
Ye Ting nodded gently.
The kitchen of Hogwarts is next to the common room of Hufflepuff College.
This makes people sigh at the foresight of Ms. Hufflepuff.
After all, who doesn’t know that Hufflepuff students are fighters among foodies?
Three meals a day is just the basics!
The little badgers usually start with four meals. Some of them are like a buffet every day, and there is no pressure to eat it seven or eight times a day.
Whether you study well or not is one thing, but you must fill your stomach!
Studying well is one thing, but you must eat well!
“So, the location of the college is a big question.”
Thinking of this, Ye Ting sighed, “If you choose a bad one, you will not be able to get sun, and all kinds of rheumatism will come to you. But if you choose a good one… after graduation, you will be the fattest kid in Hogwarts!”
The three continued to move forward.
After walking for a distance, Ye Ting suddenly stopped and pointed to a place and said, “Look, this is the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.”
There was a row of barrels stacked next to the dark stone trough, with neither Gryffindor portraits nor Ravenclaw eagle knockers.
Hufflepuff students have a more special door opening device – these seemingly ordinary barrels.
“Do you know how to open the door of the Hufflepuff common room?” Hermione asked suddenly.
“Just knock on the second barrel in the middle of the second row from the bottom to the top according to the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff, and the door will open.”
Ye Ting explained to them, “This is a way to open the door similar to Morse code. Although I don’t know what the rhythm of Hufflepuff is, just follow it!”
“What if you knock wrong?” Hermione said curiously.
“Hey, you can try it.” Ginny fanned the flames on the side, with a malicious look on her little face, “Hermione, are you afraid?”
At noon at Hagrid’s place, she was almost tricked by Hermione, and this time she had to get revenge.
“Knock if you want, who’s afraid of who!” Hermione rolled her eyes, raised her wand without showing weakness, and gently knocked on a seemingly ordinary wooden barrel.
Ginny had tried the “power” of this wooden barrel a long time ago, so she quickly took out a pink umbrella from her ring, opened it with a whoosh, and blocked it over her head.
Sure enough, the next second, the barrel made a strange gurgling sound.
Then, a stream of liquid poured down like a waterfall, splashing on the narrow corridor, and a sour smell filled the air.
Ginny glanced at Hermione proudly, but the next second, her smile froze on her face.
Because HermioneInstead of panicking as she expected, she stood there without any reaction, continuing to study the barrels, as if the scene just now was just a trivial episode.
Ye Ting had already stretched out his hand, and the wind element formed a wind wall above their heads, blowing away the liquid and supporting a dry sky for them.
“Hermione, you are cheating!” Ginny muttered dissatisfiedly, “And brother Ye Ting, you can’t help like this!”
Ye Ting just glanced at the little girl lightly and ignored her complaints.
He gently hugged Hermione’s slender shoulders, and the two squeezed under the umbrella to prevent the sour liquid from splashing on their bodies.
“What is that?” Hermione’s eyes fell on the liquid flowing in the corridor.
“Vinegar, old vinegar, especially old vinegar!” Ginny replied unhappily.
Hermione raised her hand and reached into the rain curtain, and she really felt that the liquid was extremely sticky, and a sour vinegar smell came to her nose, making her frown.
“The Hufflepuffs really have some bad tastes.”
Ye Ting reached out and knocked on the barrel.
The vinegar disappeared without a trace, and the barrel opened its lid, revealing an earthen inclined passage. Deep in the passage, the Hufflepuff lounge was quietly waiting for their exploration.
Ye Ting and his friends did not go in, because they knew that the Hufflepuff badgers were probably ready to go to bed at this time.
According to Susan, the badgers often started to go to bed at nine o’clock in the evening.
Therefore, after studying with Ye Ting and his friends, Susan was always the last one to return to the dormitory.
As expected of Hufflepuffs, a routine is a way to maintain health.
The three of them left the barrel and continued to move forward.
Walking to the next stone step, there was not a dark and gloomy underground passage like the one leading to Snape’s underground classroom.
They walked down a stone step, and what greeted them was not a dark and gloomy, creepy underground passage, but a wide and bright stone corridor.
The light of the torches spread all around, illuminating everything like daylight. The walls of the stone corridor were decorated with pleasant paintings, and the themes on them were all food!
The food was also dynamic, and with the relatively realistic oil painting style, it looked lifelike:
A large plate of milky white French snails seemed to be wriggling,
There was also a pot of disgusting stargazing pie, in which the dead fish head stared blankly at the sky, and the eyes emitted a strange light.
A large plate of greasy fish and chips looked very unappetizing.
The three continued to move forward until a huge painting came into view: a silver bowl full of fruit.
Ye Ting stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.
The pear seemed to feel his touch, squirmed, and made a giggling sound, and then suddenly turned into a huge green door handle.
There are many rooms in Hogwarts. If no one leads the way, I am afraid that many people will get lost here and can’t even find the kitchen.
That’s why the maps of the Wanyou Shop are so popular.
Ye Ting grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard. The door opened and the three of them walked into the kitchen of Hogwarts.
It was the first time for Hermione and GinnyWhen they came to the kitchen, they were stunned by the appearance of the place.
The area of this kitchen was much larger than they had imagined, with a high ceiling and a large area, comparable to that of the magnificent hall.
The surrounding stone walls were solid and simple, piled with glittering copper pots and basins, and at the other end of the kitchen, a large brick fireplace was burning, and the firelight reflected a warm atmosphere.
As soon as the little wizards arrived, the house elves immediately rushed in enthusiastically like the tide of summer.
They all smiled, bowed, knelt and saluted, and their movements were uniform, like a professional team.
Each elf wore a uniform uniform, which was a tea towel with the Hogwarts emblem printed on it.
“Hey, look at these elves, they are so oppressed by Hogwarts.” Hermione looked at this scene, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.
But that’s all. After Ye Ting’s popular science, she also knew that Hogwarts was the place where house elves were treated the best.
The arrival of Ye Ting and his companions obviously made the elves even more excited.
They immediately brought a silver tray with an exquisite teapot, a pot of fresh milk, and a large plate of fragrant pastries on it.
The three of them wolfed down the food until their stomachs were full, and then they finally remembered Professor McGonagall’s punishment.
Ginny touched the mirror-like tabletop with a bewildered look on her face: “How do I clean it? It’s cleaner here than my room!”
I can only say that a fly would have to split its legs if it flew on it, and a cockroach would have to slip if it climbed on it!
Ye Ting also looked around, frowning slightly: “Isn’t there a place here that’s not so clean?”
“Here!”
A shrill voice suddenly sounded, and a little elf Bilmu jumped out impatiently, “The ghosts are going to hold a Deathday party on Halloween, and Nick, who is almost headless, asked us to put some food here. It’s really annoying!”
Other elves also echoed, denouncing the behavior of those ghosts, as if they were destroyers of the kitchen’s cleanliness and prevented the elves from making progress.
Led by Bilmu’s slightly hurried steps, Ye Ting, Hermione and Ginny came to a very remote corner.
“Deathday party?”
Hermione’s eyes flashed with excitement, and she seemed to be eager to try, “I didn’t expect the ghosts to hold such an event. We have to participate! I bet that there are few living people in the world who can boast that they have participated in such a weird party-it must be super wonderful and exciting…”
However, before she finished speaking, she was suddenly frozen by the cold wind and stopped abruptly.
Hermione’s eyes widened in horror, and her steps suddenly stopped, as if she was bound by invisible chains.
Because in that dark and damp corner, there were pieces of fish that had rotted to the point of disgust;
The dark, charcoal-like cakes exuded a suffocating burnt smell;
And the stuffed lamb tripe had begun to wriggle with creepy maggots;
Aside, a piece of cheese was covered with thick green hair, like a living fungus culture dish.
Ye Ting almost thought he had come to Nurgle’s kitchen.room.
Hermione resisted the churning of her stomach and the nausea, secretly regretting why she was so greedy just now.
As for the Deathday Party, in her heart, it has turned into the most terrifying nightmare.
“It seems that the ghosts deliberately threw these foods here and let them rot naturally, so that they can add a bit of weirdness and horror to the party.” Ye Ting was still able to analyze calmly at this time.
Obviously, Professor McGonagall’s punishment is to ask them to clean up these disgusting rotten foods.
After all, if these foods are allowed to ferment in the kitchen until Halloween night, the whole kitchen will probably be filled with a suffocating stench, and even contaminate normal food.
Ye Ting snapped his fingers, and his fingers touched Hermione and Ginny’s foreheads respectively, and the [Bubble Head Curse] took effect instantly.
The three of them changed their bodies and turned into Celestial Dragons, and began to clean up these disgusting foods.
“But where should we put these foods?”
Ginny was a little confused, “The ghosts still need these foods to hold the party, we can’t just throw them into the trash can?”
This is indeed a tricky problem.
These foods can neither be left in the kitchen to ferment, nor can they be thrown away at will, otherwise the ghosts will be unhappy. 517
But these things must be put somewhere.
The Room of Requirement is obviously not a good choice. Ye Ting also needs to use the Room of Requirement occasionally.
Even if he can’t see these rotten foods, he will feel disgusted and nauseous just thinking about it.
“Oh, I have a great idea!” Hermione said with a smile, “We can hide those stinking foods in Myrtle’s bathroom. That place has been abandoned for a long time, and most people will not go there!”
“To be honest, even if someone really goes there, it is estimated that they will do some shameful things!” Ginny on the side echoed.
“What are you whispering about behind my back?” Suddenly, Myrtle’s resentful voice penetrated the wall.
Hermione trembled all over, and the rotten fish in her hand almost fell on Ginny.
The sudden appearance of Myrtle scared her.
“I just seemed to hear my name, I hope you didn’t say bad things about me behind my back!” Myrtle’s voice was crying, her eyes were red, as if she would shed tears at any time.
She has occupied a girls’ bathroom all year round.
Because of her existence, no one has ever approached there, and it has been abandoned for a long time.
Hermione’s proposal is indeed a good plan. It is a good choice to throw those disgusting foods into the bathroom pool, where it will not affect anyone.
Hermione plucked up the courage to tell Myrtle this “wonderful” proposal.
“That’s my territory, you are not allowed to throw these things in!”
Myrtle’s voice suddenly became sharp, and she objected loudly, “I also have feelings, you know? Even though I am already a ghost!”
“Myrtle, we didn’t mean to make you sad,” Hermione tried to comfort her, “It’s just some food-”
“No one wants to make me sad? This is a big joke!”
Myrtle cried”My life here is full of endless sorrow, without a trace of joy. Now that I’m dead, you still won’t let me go and want to throw rotten food into my bathroom. Do you still have any humanity?”
“…”
“But you have to attend the deathday party, too. These foods are prepared for you. Just enjoy them in advance.”
Ginny blinked her eyes and tried to comfort him, “It’s better than gnawing on other people’s leftover bones.”
“Well, there is some truth in what you said.” Myrtle rolled her eyes and sobbed sadly, “I can reluctantly agree, but…”
Her eyes hidden behind the thick lenses slyly blinked at Ye Ting.
“I still need a male companion.” (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
