Chapter 144 I Want To Go Back To The Past

"Bring more toast and salty bacon, it doesn't matter if you can't finish it. Just heat it up for dinner."

"Hurry, go get plates, knives, and forks, remember to get more copies to avoid running out."

"What about potatoes and fried fish? Of course, take everything, don't waste time, I don't want to hear such a stupid question again."

Under the command of Hannah, Malfoy, and Harry, the first-year wizards who rushed into the auditorium divided into several units in an orderly manner, neatly packing all the food and tableware on the table with a tablecloth, and then carried the heavy package without any attachment and ran toward the door.

In less than a minute, the table that was originally full of abundant food was plundered. Perhaps with the experience of raiding the kitchen yesterday, the tricks displayed by the young wizards this time seemed much more skillful and efficient.

Dozens of new first-year students moved quickly between the auditorium door and the dining table like diligent ants.

"Director Dumbledore, do you think this is...?" Mrs. Pomfrey turned her head and looked around at Dumbledore with confusion, her tone filled with bewilderment.

"This... this..."

The expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became strange, his facial muscles stiffened, and it seemed that he couldn't find a suitable expression for a while. The lump in his throat was no less than that of Pomfrey by his side.

For a moment, countless questions arose in the old man's mind.

How is this happening?

Why is this familiar scene happening here?

Elena? Shouldn't Kaslana be in the Newmontgarde castle thousands of kilometers away?

"Director Dumbledore? Director Dumbledore?"

Mrs. Pomfrey, who got no response, gently shook the old man's shoulders, and a hint of concern appeared in her eyes.

"Oh, oh... nothing, of course, we first have to find out what happened."

Dumbledore recovered, stared at the auditorium swept by the disaster of locusts, and cleared his throat forcefully. "Dear all, could you please explain a little first, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's voice, the young wizards who were searching for food and tableware with lost heads couldn't help but stiffen, and instinctively turned their attention to the three young wizards standing at the door assigning tasks.

"Everyone continue, let me explain."

Draco Malfoy clenched his fist, and even coughed with a special tone, and walked generously toward Dumbledore, "Dear Professor Dumbledore, if I remember correctly, Hogg Watts does not require students not to bring food from the auditorium, right?"

The blonde boy looked into Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, a trace of anxiety and tension flickered faintly on his face, he instinctively averted his gaze from the old man and stared fixedly at the wooden table in front of the faculty.

Although he had rehearsed it many times in his mind beforehand, when he was actually in front of Dumbledore, the invisible pressure and tension still made Draco Malfoy feel uncomfortable.

"Compared to sitting in the school hall for dinner, all the first graders agreed that it was more comfortable and relaxing to have a picnic on the open grounds of Hogwarts. So we planned to move our lunch outside to eat. At one point, Mr. Hagrid also agreed."

"A picnic?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, a clear look appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Draco Malfoy with a smile, "If you just change the dining location, it wouldn't be so conspicuous... I suppose you went fishing in the Black Lake again today, didn't you?"

"How did you know... No, it was Mr. Hagrid who took the initiative to fish."

Draco Malfoy's face quickly blinked in panic, and immediately realized that he had made a mistake, he staunchly backtracked and shrugged.

Dumbledore shook his head in resignation, knowing that Elena's influence had left some traces, which had rubbed off on the first-year students in a group of "little thieves".

But strictly speaking, the behavior of these first-year students really did not reveal any flaws.

"Never mind, Mr. Malfoy. Hogwarts will not punish everyone for fishing in the Black Lake, nor will it be petty or old-fashioned to force everyone to stay in the auditorium for dinner. Simply, it is out of consideration for the school as a whole, I hope you eat as much as you want, and do not waste it unnecessarily."

Indeed, the "looting" behavior of first-year students may seem destructive, but it will not cause too many problems for the house-elves in the kitchen below because the food they take is originally intended for them.

As for the tableware or the like, Hogwarts certainly does not lack in this area.

After receiving Dumbledore's response, Draco Malfoy's confidence seemed to have improved a lot, and he was about to explain a few more words according to the lines he had memorized before. The chubby, round-faced Neville ran breathlessly through the auditorium door.

"We're running out of time. The third-year students and Professor Snape are almost at the auditorium door."

Upon hearing Neville's warning, all the young wizards present had a nervous expression at the same time, unwilling to continue plundering the food that still appeared, they took the undeployed dinner napkins and rushed out.

"Alright, Draco, don't show yourself like that. Not everything was taught by Hermione."

In Dumbledore's eyes, a boy with lightning-shaped black glasses on his head patted Draco Malfoy on the back with a pair of black-framed glasses, took his arm, and left.

"There is still stewed fish soup and grilled fish from the tree farm side. You may have to wait for a new round if you come back late. Even with Hermione and Mr. Haig, you may not be able to control the situation for long."

At that, Harry Potter poked his head from behind Draco Malfoy and nodded embarrassedly to Dumbledore, "Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for your understanding, we'll go first."

Then, the first-year students who filled the auditorium quickly left the place as if they were receding tide.

Leaving only a messy table and scattered utensils that reminded Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey of what had happened there.


The wooden door on the right side of the hallway opened gently. At that moment, the figure of the last first-year student had just disappeared behind the door leading to the auditorium outside the castle.

Finally, they surpassed the remaining six grades, and the third-year students who won the first place in the school today looked relaxed. They were talking and laughing as they walked slowly from the castle to the first floor. They all seemed euphoric. The word "like" may be inappropriate here.

However, in summary, for these children, it is undoubtedly something to be proud of to be able to defeat the young wizards who are older than themselves.

Even the usually stern face of Severus Snape looked much softer, exhaling a slight kind of extraordinarily happy look, this pleasant mood continued until they saw as if the auditorium had been thrashed by hundreds of orangutans.

"Professor Dumbledore, what is happening? If I remember correctly, our third grade should be first."

As he waited for the students behind to revive, Professor Snape, walking at the front, squinted, and his original soft expression turned cold, and with a cold voice, he asked.

"Don't worry, let the students sit down. The first-year kids took some food from here and went for a picnic outside the castle. Rest assured, there are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen. Don't worry."

Dumbledore smiled gently, drew out his wand, and waved it gently, the messy dining table quickly returned to cleanliness, and the incomplete and disordered tableware originally left by the first-year students was reorganized.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, mobilizing tableware and simple decorating the atmosphere of the auditorium was truly a simple task for Dumbledore. That's why he showed so much interest and engaged in conversation with Draco Malfoy.

"First years? Perhaps after the term starts, I’ll need to teach them some proper wizard etiquette."

Snape raised his eyebrows indifferently, looked at the restored table, then quickly glanced at the students behind him. He snorted, "What are you doing, hurry up and find a seat and behave yourself."

"Well, then, congratulations to all who won the first place in the school, please enjoy the food."

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, indicating to everyone to look at the dinner plate.

One second, two seconds... five seconds, ten seconds.

Nothing appears.

Applause, applause.

"Perhaps, there’s still some basic setup going on, and everyone please patiently wait for a few minutes." In the face of the students' and Snape's inquisitive gaze, Dumbledore's face hardened, and he awkwardly clapped again.


At the next moment, there was a crisp sound like a firecracker exploding in the middle of the hall.

A frightened house-elf appeared before everyone, with two large bat-like ears trembling in fear, his nervously twisted hands on his napkin, shouting loudly.

"Not good! Mr. Dumbledore! The big thing isn't good!"

"The seventh-grade students used the transfiguration spell, the levitation spell and various strange spells to take away the bacon, cooked food, and drinks prepared in the kitchen. So much so that... the ingredients that the students from the next groups can eat are only bread and water! What do you say!"

Snape jumped up, his face particularly ugly. He turned his head without hesitation and looked at the headmaster beside him, "Professor Dumbledore, you must take this seriously! It cannot be tolerated! As a professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I suggest..."


Before he could finish speaking, Professor Dumbledore, who was standing in the middle of the faculty seat, suddenly shook his body, murmured weakly, furrowed his brow tightly, and clutched his chest with his right hand. A flash of confusion and pain mixed in his face.

"Professor Dumbledore, what’s wrong with you?!" Snape shuddered, holding back his words and nervously looking at the elderly man.

"Professor Dumbledore! Is there something wrong with your body?" Madame Pomfrey also nervously looked at the elderly man.

"Don't worry, it's just the old problems these days. I'm used to it..." Dumbledore wearily waved his hand, showing a tired smile.

On that day, Albus Dumbledore finally understood one thing: that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would no longer be familiar with tranquility, perhaps it could never return to it.