A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 264 A Cat's Life Was Killed

Legend has it that this painting hanging in the kitchen was once lost.

One night, a wizard broke in through a window and stole the painting.

This is a thief with passion, a thief who understands art, and a thief who pays homage to the four giants.

This kind of thief,

rare!

But William had heard of it in his previous life as well.

For example, in Europe, where the XX virus was raging, in such a dangerous environment, a Van Gogh enthusiast still went out to work and chose to steal "The Garden of Spring" on the 167th anniversary of Van Gogh's birth.

Definitely a true fan.

From a certain perspective, the value of a painting largely depends on whether it has been lost.

Before the Mona Lisa was stolen, it was not one of the Louvre's most prized possessions, and it certainly didn't have the value it has today.

After its legendary history, it has achieved its current status.

William was still admiring the painting; he had seen it many times before, his gaze lingering expertly on a few spots.

At that moment, Hermione tugged at his sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

William looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that the group of house-elves were lined up in a row.

At the end of the line was a table.

Bobo Tea and Mrs. Lorris were squatting on it.

Each little elf puts the food they made on a plate, and if the two cats like it, they can cuddle with it.

Even... a short hug is allowed.

The house-elf is petting a cat!

Can you believe it?!

And Bobo Tea and Mrs. Lorice actually started their own business!

People will sacrifice anything for food.

"Has Mrs. Lorris gained a little weight?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

Every time I saw Mrs. Lorris before, she was thin and bony, with a shriveled body.

It seems to have become rounder now.

"Won't the boba tea kill the cat?" William was startled.

and many more……

Bobocha and Mrs. Loris haven't seen each other for a summer. The gestation period for an average cat is usually only two months. Now that it's gotten so round... it's probably not Bobocha's baby.

William could almost see Boba's cat turn from an orange cat into a green cat.

It's hard to say...

William suddenly remembered something: Mrs. Lorice was different from ordinary cats; she clearly had cat-like blood.

The cat-like creature is a magical creature that resembles a cat. Cat-like creatures are very intelligent, prefer to live alone, and can be somewhat aggressive.

It also has an incredible ability to pay special attention to those who are suspicious and untrustworthy.

That's why Mrs. Lorris was able to patrol with Filch every day.

Mrs. Lorice is a hybrid, and her gestation period is different from that of a regular cat.

Okay, Bobo Tea's head isn't so green anymore.

After the two cats finished eating, Mrs. Lorice gracefully shook her fur and meowed twice, seemingly wanting Bobo Tea to digest and do some vigorous exercise.

When Bobocha saw William and the other two, it remembered that it still had cat lovers and coldly refused them.

Furthermore, having eaten and drunk its fill, it seemed rather unwilling to pay attention to Mrs. Lorris.

Holy crap... this scumbag cat!

What a jerk!

Hermione clearly thought so too, and she looked at William with a strange expression.

What kind of look is that?

It wasn't him who taught them!

Go back and give Bobo Tea a permanent cure.

Upon seeing the little wizard arrive, the house-elves all came over enthusiastically.

More than a hundred little elves stood in the kitchen, each one smiling, bowing, and curtsying.

Each elf wore the same uniform: a tea towel printed with the Hogwarts emblem.

"Oh, Hogwarts has oppressed so many elves," Hermione said sadly.

She wasn't in such a hurry to tell the house-elves to fight for their freedom.

Their servility is too strong; that approach is too ineffective.

Under William's tutelage, Hermione learned to take things slowly... for example, by setting a small goal.

First, establish an organization... the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association (SPEW).

Then the first meeting of the association was held, which first determined the organization's goals and basic policies, and discussed organizational systems such as developing members and establishing local and core institutions, as well as the contents of the association's charter and articles of association.

Ideally, there should also be a core guiding ideology, a maximum program, and a minimum program; otherwise, the movement is bound to fail.

William was an expert at this kind of thing; after all, he was a man who had thoroughly studied five volumes of "The Art of Dragon Slaying" in his previous life.

Upon seeing William and his companions arrive, the house-elf was exceptionally enthusiastic and immediately brought over a large silver tray.

On top was a teapot, milk, and a large plate of pastries.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they remembered Professor McGonagall's punishment.

"How did you clean this? It seems cleaner than my room." Annie touched the table.

This desktop is so clean... a fly could do the splits if it landed on it! A mosquito could slip and slide if it landed on it!

"Is there anywhere here that's not very clean?" William asked.

"Here it is!" a little elf named Winnie exclaimed immediately.

"The ghosts are having a memorial party on Halloween, and Nick, who's almost headless, asked us to leave some food here."

The house-elves all condemned the ghost's behavior, which seemed to be hindering their progress.

Led by Winnie the Pooh, William, Hermione, and Anne headed toward a secluded little corner.

"A death anniversary party?" Hermione said excitedly. "I didn't expect ghosts to hold such an event. We can go!"

I bet very few living people can say they've ever been to a party like that—it must have been amazing…”

She quickly shut up.

They stopped in terror.

Because in that corner, there were large chunks of rotten fish; a blackened, charred cake; a meat-filled tripe that was starting to grow maggots; and a piece of cheese covered in green mold.

Hermione suppressed her nausea; she regretted eating so much.

As for the anniversary celebration, to hell with it!

"The ghosts probably left the food here on purpose to let it rot naturally, so that the atmosphere of the party would be more intense," William analyzed.

It seems that Professor McGonagall had them clean up these things, since rotten food in the kitchen is really unhygienic.

William tapped Hermione and Anne on the head with his wand, casting the Bubble Head Charm on them.

The three transformed into Celestial Dragons and began cleaning up the food.

"But where do we take it?" Anne asked.

"Those ghosts need food to throw parties, are we just going to throw them in the trash?"

That is a problem.

These foods cannot be thrown away, but they also cannot be left to ferment in the kitchen until Halloween... By then, the whole kitchen will probably stink.

Even the Room of Requirement won't work; William needs to use it daily, and even though he can't see it, the thought of it is still unsettling.

"Oh, I've got a great place in mind," Hermione said with a smile.

"We can put this stinking food in Myrtle's bathroom, which has been abandoned for a long time and no one ever goes there!"

"Even if someone does go, it probably won't be for anything good!" Hermione said confidently.

"What are you whispering about?" Myrtle suddenly popped out from the wall.

Hermione jumped in fright and nearly dropped the rotten fish on Anne.

"I just heard someone say my name. I hope they weren't talking about me behind my back!"

Tao Jinniang's voice was trembling with tears.

Pear blossoms weeping in the rain.

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