Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy - Chapter 100:
Chapter 100: You must be crazy
Wright’s gaze stopped for a while in Hogsmeade Village.
“George, Fred,” Wright suddenly looked up at the Weasley twins with a serious expression, “Can we reach Hogsmeade Village and then go to Diagon Alley with the guidance of the Living Point map?”
“We haven’t tried this.” Fred said with some uncertainty after first glancing at the living point map, “After all, we’re only in our second year too, and since we got this living point map we’ve generally just explored inside the castle.”
“Hogsmeade Village is only for third-year students to be able to go, we have not been there yet,” George said, “but since the map is marked with a passage to Hogsmeade, we should be able to go.”
“If we’re going to Diagon Alley, it’ll be much easier once we get to Hogsmeade,” Fred said, “Dad told us that only the fireplace inside Hogwarts Castle has been blocked by the Ministry of Magic for flyway network access, and that everywhere else should be able to go directly to the Broken Cauldron in Diagon Alley Bar.”
“That’s good,” Wright breathed a sigh of relief: “Then I’ll officially tell you what I think now, too.”
“I don’t need this map from you, it’s your treasure,” Wright looked at the Weasley twins sincerely, “I just have one request, I need to go to Hogsmeade Village with your help, as well as write a letter to a person.”
“No problem!” Fred and George exchanged a look, and then said in unison.
“Wright, where are we going?” Fred poked Wright’s right arm.
“Yeah, we haven’t had lunch yet.” George also poked Wright’s left arm.
The two brothers were currently following Wright left and right, heading over towards the entrance of the auditorium.
“Yeah, we’re in the auditorium right now.”
“Just wait a little longer and then it will be lunch time.”
“Just wait until then, just a split second.”
“Full of food will be laid out in front of us for us to enjoy.”
“I mean, haven’t you guys ever been in the school kitchen before?” Wright turned to the twins, “I thought you were the most knowledgeable of the castle among the students!”
“The kitchen?” Fred said with a little puzzled.
“You mean the place where the house elves stay together?” George asked back.
“What do we go there for?”
“And isn’t eating in the kitchen the same as eating in the ceremonial hall?”
“It’s not the same!” At this point, Wright suddenly paused, and for a moment he couldn’t think of anything different between the two.
The first thing you can do is to ask Gaga to send you a meal. Now why do you have to run to the kitchen to eat?
But looking at the twins’ puzzled eyes, Wright still racked his brains to make up a reason: “Don’t you guys think that eating in the kitchen is more ritualistic?”
“Oh! How did you come up with that?”
“We just love that word!”
“Yes! Lunch in the kitchen does feel more ritualistic!”
Fred and George shouted as they quickly ran towards the kitchen.
“Wright! What are you doing walking so slowly?”
“Come on! Run over here! Come on, come on, come on!”
Wright stretched out his hand in vain, but the two brothers had already run out of sight.
“I say, didn’t you guys just say you were so hungry you didn’t even have the strength to walk?”
Wright sat with a sullen expression on the long table in the middle of the kitchen, while Fred and George sat across from him with a playful grin.
Gaga timidly stepped out of the darkness. This was how these house elves inside behaved whenever a strange wizard walked into the kitchen.
“Mr. Pass, and these two gentlemen,” Gaga said in a slightly trembling tone, “May I ask what your orders are?”
“Bring me a dumpling with sauerkraut meat.” Wright glanced at Gaga and then said calmly.
“What are you doing, Wright?” Fred asked a bit puzzled, and George next to him also cast a puzzled look together.
“As you can see, ordering food.” Wright pointed to Gaga, who shuddered slightly again as the Weasley twins looked at it, but it was much better than when they first came in.
“Order?” Fred’s eyes widened.
“Why didn’t I know the kitchen would offer that service?” George was also amazed.
“Actually, I didn’t know that originally either,” Wright said, “It’s something I only recently discovered, and even if you order from another country, the pixies will offer you one out.”
After hearing Wright’s words, Gaga slightly straightened his chest. Such words were already considered a compliment in the eyes of the domesticated praised.
“Wow! Then what did you just order?” George asked.
“Sauerkraut meat dumplings,” Wright said slowly, one by one, “a kind of Chinese food.”
“Oh, I don’t think we’ve ever had Chinese food before,” Fred glanced at Gaga, “It’s anything that’s served right?”
“Yes …… yes.” Gaga said stutteringly.
“Okay, I’ll have the apple pie filled dumplings.” Fred said.
Wright’s face twisted momentarily.
“I’ll have the Christmas pudding filled dumplings.” George said.
Wright’s face twisted even more.
After finishing the dark lunch, Wright left the kitchen without looking back. This made Gaga, who was hiding in the shadows, look instantly flustered, but the two young gentlemen who still remained at the long kitchen table for soup settled it down a little.
“Fred, how about that apple pie filled dumpling of yours.” George asked as he finished the last sip of soup from his bowl and smashed his mouth towards his twin brother.
“I think it’s great!” Fred also put down the bowl in his hand, which likewise had no leftovers at all.
“Then why does Wright look like that?” George looked toward the kitchen door.
“Who knows?” Fred shrugged, “Maybe it’s because the dumplings he ordered were awful?”
“So what are we going to do now?” George said.
“Go after him! Didn’t Wright say he was going to make a trip to Hogsmeade Village with our help?” Fred said, “Everyone knows that the Weasley boys have always been helpful.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Right after Fred and George rushed out of the kitchen, they immediately spotted Wright, who was lying on a barrel writing a letter, not far from the door.
“Wright, what are you doing?”
“Aren’t we going to Hogsmeade Village first?”
“You guys wait for a while, my letter will be ready soon.” Wright scribbled, without raising his head.
A moment later.
“Look how well you guys write this letter.” Wright handed the two pieces of paper to George and Fred respectively.
After George and Fred read the letter in their hands separately, they exchanged them again.
“We can’t tell how it is at our level.”
“The only thing we can be sure of is this.”
“You must be crazy.” Fred and George said with a complicated expression at the same time.
The two men’s eyes fell together on the addressee of the letter.
Myron Wagtel’s name was lying there quietly.