Chapter 90 Lunch
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Glenn and Morgana didn't leave the principal's office all morning.
Dumbledore seemed to be trying to ease the mood of the two of them, chatting with them like an elder teasing his grandchildren, telling them interesting things that had happened since he became the headmaster.
Compared with the previous image of a dignified and wise professor, he has become a bit more amiable and approachable.
The three of them chatted casually, and the time reached noon before they knew it.
The principal snapped his fingers, and Rooney, who had made great achievements last night, apparated and appeared in front of everyone.
"Hello, Mr. Principal." He bowed with a smile on his face, "There are also Master Glenn and Miss Arthur."
Glenn nodded at him and gave him a thumbs up.
"Your acting skills are great!"
Rooney's smile became brighter and he said humbly and happily: "You're very grateful, Master Glenn!"
"You don't have to be modest." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Glenn saw all your performance last night. Without you, I'm afraid our plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly. step."
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore." The elf scratched his head and nodded sheepishly, "By the way, you asked me to come. Do you have any orders?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"It's almost lunch time. It's not convenient for Glenn and Miss Arthur to go to the auditorium. Could you please help us prepare something to eat."
Rooney patted his chest hard and said, "No problem, I'll cover it with Rooney!"
He turned to look at Glenn and Morgana.
"Master and Miss, do you have any favorite food?"
"I want to eat the waffle called scone from last time." Morgana recalled it and said with some emotion.
"Okay!" Rooney nodded happily and continued to ask, "So, where is Master Glenn?"
"As long as it's not jelly slugs and roach piles or whatever, I'm fine with that."
Glenn said, glancing at Dumbledore subconsciously.
The principal glanced at his candy cabinet with a strange look on his face.
Morgana couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Rooney didn't understand, but silently took note of Glenn's inexplicable request, then apparated and returned to the underground kitchen.
Dumbledore said nothing, but broke open a fist-sized chocolate ball and took a bite to resolve the embarrassment.
Not long after, the familiar "crack" sound sounded, and Rooney, along with other house elves, appeared in the open space in the middle of the office carrying a huge silver plate.
On the plate were all kinds of exquisite dishes, as well as the three-tiered English afternoon tea that Morgana was most looking forward to.
In addition to the ham, sausage, bacon, fried eggs and toast that are usually prepared for British brunch, there are also many tempting dishes.
Melton Mowbray pork pie, for example, never appeared at the banquet.
This is a traditional British delicacy called a pie, but not quite like a pie.
The shape looks a bit like a thickened mooncake.
The outer shell is wrapped in a browned puff pastry, and the inside is an aspic made of mixed cheddar cheese and pork filling.
Different from other pies, the biggest feature of this kind of pie is that it needs to be eaten cold. Only in this way can you better feel the aroma of the aspic.
Dumbledore waved his hand, and a small round table and three armchairs appeared out of thin air beside the elves.
Rooney let go of the silver plate and snapped his fingers.
A faint cloud of mist appeared under the dinner plate, slowly floating up with the dishes, and landed on the round table one by one.
Rooney did not stay long, but simply introduced them to the food prepared, then called to several other tool elves who were carrying the plates, and phantomed away one after another.
"Please take a seat."
Dumbledore stood up, sat down on the armchair next to the table with a smile, waved to the two of them, and invited them to sit down and eat.
Morgana was still somewhat reserved. Although she was a little greedy for the desserts on the table, she still turned her attention to Glenn first.
Glenn shrugged, sat down on his own, and gave her the seat closest to the three-story shelf.
The girl was thoughtful and noticed his thoughtfulness, so she quietly took another look at him.
Dumbledore glanced at the two of them quietly, then lowered his head to look at the food on the table, with a kind smile on his face.
Glenn didn't notice the look between the two. He was holding up his fork, hesitating about what to eat first.
I have to say that compared to the already sumptuous Hogwarts banquet, the principal's private lunch was obviously a higher level.
Although there is not much big fish and meat, it is obviously prepared with more care and much more exquisiteness.
No wonder the elves happened to find an authentic full English afternoon tea when they went to the kitchen for a midnight snack that night.
Now that I think about it, those were just small things for the principal.
If it hadn't been for the right time, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to catch such a good late-night snack.
Morgana looked at the stacked three-story shelf, quietly pursed her lips, stretched out her little hand, and picked up a thumb sandwich.
The meal that had just been prepared was obviously more tempting than the reheated midnight snack last time.
The sandwich was slightly steaming, the outer toast was toasted to perfection and slightly browned, and the cheese slices inside were in a slightly melted state.The bacon and ham sandwiched inside are also cut extremely thin, with a light salty and meaty aroma.
It was obviously much more thoughtful than the bacon sandwich that Mrs. Weasley prepared for Ron.
Morgana took a bite and chewed it gently, leaving a fragrant aroma on her lips and teeth. She couldn't help but narrow her almond-shaped eyes with an expression of enjoyment.
Dumbledore looked at her with a smile, full of comfort, and seemed to be enjoying such a pleasant time as a family.
He waved gently, and the beautifully decorated teapot jumped into the air, filling three cups of tea.
"Milk and sugar, do you need it?"
Glenn took a gentle sniff of the tea and shook his head.
This is the best Ceylon black tea, not the inferior tea bags from the previous life that finally needed milk and sugar to cover up the bitterness.
Dumbledore didn't see any movement, he just looked at Morgana, and one of the cups automatically floated to Glenn.
Morgana quickly swallowed a bite of the sandwich in her mouth and said, "I can do it myself, Professor."
"You're welcome, just treat me as an elder in your family." The principal's smile became softer.
Morgana's eyes flashed with confusion, then she smiled sweetly and nodded lightly.
A wisp of pure white automatically flowed out from the spout of the milk jug, and fell into the cup together with two pieces of sugar. The small silver tea spoon automatically mixed them evenly.
When the cup of tea floated in front of Morgana's eyes, Dumbledore added sugar to his own tea.
He didn't add milk, he just curled his fingers, and seven or eight sugar cubes automatically jumped into his cup.
Glenn couldn't help but secretly marveled.
Putting so much sugar in it, you are really not afraid of diabetes...
Dumbledore seemed to be trying to ease the mood of the two of them, chatting with them like an elder teasing his grandchildren, telling them interesting things that had happened since he became the headmaster.
Compared with the previous image of a dignified and wise professor, he has become a bit more amiable and approachable.
The three of them chatted casually, and the time reached noon before they knew it.
The principal snapped his fingers, and Rooney, who had made great achievements last night, apparated and appeared in front of everyone.
"Hello, Mr. Principal." He bowed with a smile on his face, "There are also Master Glenn and Miss Arthur."
Glenn nodded at him and gave him a thumbs up.
"Your acting skills are great!"
Rooney's smile became brighter and he said humbly and happily: "You're very grateful, Master Glenn!"
"You don't have to be modest." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "Glenn saw all your performance last night. Without you, I'm afraid our plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly. step."
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore." The elf scratched his head and nodded sheepishly, "By the way, you asked me to come. Do you have any orders?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"It's almost lunch time. It's not convenient for Glenn and Miss Arthur to go to the auditorium. Could you please help us prepare something to eat."
Rooney patted his chest hard and said, "No problem, I'll cover it with Rooney!"
He turned to look at Glenn and Morgana.
"Master and Miss, do you have any favorite food?"
"I want to eat the waffle called scone from last time." Morgana recalled it and said with some emotion.
"Okay!" Rooney nodded happily and continued to ask, "So, where is Master Glenn?"
"As long as it's not jelly slugs and roach piles or whatever, I'm fine with that."
Glenn said, glancing at Dumbledore subconsciously.
The principal glanced at his candy cabinet with a strange look on his face.
Morgana couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Rooney didn't understand, but silently took note of Glenn's inexplicable request, then apparated and returned to the underground kitchen.
Dumbledore said nothing, but broke open a fist-sized chocolate ball and took a bite to resolve the embarrassment.
Not long after, the familiar "crack" sound sounded, and Rooney, along with other house elves, appeared in the open space in the middle of the office carrying a huge silver plate.
On the plate were all kinds of exquisite dishes, as well as the three-tiered English afternoon tea that Morgana was most looking forward to.
In addition to the ham, sausage, bacon, fried eggs and toast that are usually prepared for British brunch, there are also many tempting dishes.
Melton Mowbray pork pie, for example, never appeared at the banquet.
This is a traditional British delicacy called a pie, but not quite like a pie.
The shape looks a bit like a thickened mooncake.
The outer shell is wrapped in a browned puff pastry, and the inside is an aspic made of mixed cheddar cheese and pork filling.
Different from other pies, the biggest feature of this kind of pie is that it needs to be eaten cold. Only in this way can you better feel the aroma of the aspic.
Dumbledore waved his hand, and a small round table and three armchairs appeared out of thin air beside the elves.
Rooney let go of the silver plate and snapped his fingers.
A faint cloud of mist appeared under the dinner plate, slowly floating up with the dishes, and landed on the round table one by one.
Rooney did not stay long, but simply introduced them to the food prepared, then called to several other tool elves who were carrying the plates, and phantomed away one after another.
"Please take a seat."
Dumbledore stood up, sat down on the armchair next to the table with a smile, waved to the two of them, and invited them to sit down and eat.
Morgana was still somewhat reserved. Although she was a little greedy for the desserts on the table, she still turned her attention to Glenn first.
Glenn shrugged, sat down on his own, and gave her the seat closest to the three-story shelf.
The girl was thoughtful and noticed his thoughtfulness, so she quietly took another look at him.
Dumbledore glanced at the two of them quietly, then lowered his head to look at the food on the table, with a kind smile on his face.
Glenn didn't notice the look between the two. He was holding up his fork, hesitating about what to eat first.
I have to say that compared to the already sumptuous Hogwarts banquet, the principal's private lunch was obviously a higher level.
Although there is not much big fish and meat, it is obviously prepared with more care and much more exquisiteness.
No wonder the elves happened to find an authentic full English afternoon tea when they went to the kitchen for a midnight snack that night.
Now that I think about it, those were just small things for the principal.
If it hadn't been for the right time, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to catch such a good late-night snack.
Morgana looked at the stacked three-story shelf, quietly pursed her lips, stretched out her little hand, and picked up a thumb sandwich.
The meal that had just been prepared was obviously more tempting than the reheated midnight snack last time.
The sandwich was slightly steaming, the outer toast was toasted to perfection and slightly browned, and the cheese slices inside were in a slightly melted state.The bacon and ham sandwiched inside are also cut extremely thin, with a light salty and meaty aroma.
It was obviously much more thoughtful than the bacon sandwich that Mrs. Weasley prepared for Ron.
Morgana took a bite and chewed it gently, leaving a fragrant aroma on her lips and teeth. She couldn't help but narrow her almond-shaped eyes with an expression of enjoyment.
Dumbledore looked at her with a smile, full of comfort, and seemed to be enjoying such a pleasant time as a family.
He waved gently, and the beautifully decorated teapot jumped into the air, filling three cups of tea.
"Milk and sugar, do you need it?"
Glenn took a gentle sniff of the tea and shook his head.
This is the best Ceylon black tea, not the inferior tea bags from the previous life that finally needed milk and sugar to cover up the bitterness.
Dumbledore didn't see any movement, he just looked at Morgana, and one of the cups automatically floated to Glenn.
Morgana quickly swallowed a bite of the sandwich in her mouth and said, "I can do it myself, Professor."
"You're welcome, just treat me as an elder in your family." The principal's smile became softer.
Morgana's eyes flashed with confusion, then she smiled sweetly and nodded lightly.
A wisp of pure white automatically flowed out from the spout of the milk jug, and fell into the cup together with two pieces of sugar. The small silver tea spoon automatically mixed them evenly.
When the cup of tea floated in front of Morgana's eyes, Dumbledore added sugar to his own tea.
He didn't add milk, he just curled his fingers, and seven or eight sugar cubes automatically jumped into his cup.
Glenn couldn't help but secretly marveled.
Putting so much sugar in it, you are really not afraid of diabetes...
