Chapter 670 Yes, How Could It Be Him?

"Come on, Hermione, those house elves don't need to rest, they wish they were working all day long!" Ron said with a smile.

Hermione stared at him angrily, and was about to retort when she saw Ivan standing next to him suddenly, throwing aside the knife and fork in his hand, and running straight outside.

"Ivan? Where are you going?" Hermione shouted loudly, but Ivan did not stop to explain and quickly disappeared into the hallway.

Hermione hesitated for a while and roughly guessed where Ivan wanted to go, so she dropped the tableware and chased after him.

"Are they not going to eat?" Ron asked curiously, looking at Ivan and Hermione who were leaving the table one after another.

"How do I know?" Harry was also confused and completely confused about the situation.

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After leaving the foyer, Ivan immediately opened the Marauder's Map and checked it.

Threads of black ink gradually appeared on the parchment, outlining the floor plan of the entire castle and each name.

Ivan saw the moving name at a glance.

Alastor Moody!

Ivan frowned and put away the Marauder's Map after a while.

When he looked up again, he had arrived at the basement of the castle. In front of him was an extremely wide stone corridor. The torches on both sides illuminated the surrounding area very brightly. The thick stone walls were decorated with many pictures, all of which were food.

Ivan quickly walked up to a picture of a large fruit plate, stretched out his hand, and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear suddenly started to squirm, chuckling, and suddenly turned into a very big pear. green door handle.

Ivan grabbed it and was about to push it away when he heard a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned around and realized it was Hermione.

"Hermione, why are you following me?" Ivan was very surprised.

"Of course I'm here to help!" Hermione said confidently. "I'm very familiar with these house elves and have dealt with them many times!"

Ivan nodded helplessly. Since they were already here, he couldn't chase people away, so he had to grab the door handle and push open the door to the kitchen.

Inside was a tall room, as large as the auditorium above, with many gleaming copper pots and basins piled against the surrounding stone walls, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

The most eye-catching thing is the four long wooden tables, which are placed in exactly the same position as the tables of the four major colleges in the auditorium above.

From time to time, Ivan could see the short house elf busy inside, placing the exquisite food that was painstakingly made on the table. After a while, the food disappeared without a trace, obviously being picked up by the students. They were summoned.

"Every house elf is very hard-working. They work non-stop every day and almost never make mistakes, but they can't live a slightly better life." Hermione said very disappointed.

Ivan didn't reply. In fact, the house elves in Hogwarts were pretty good compared to other similar experiences. The life of those house elves who served pure-blood families was miserable.

Naturally, the arrival of the two people could not be hidden from these attentive house elves. The few closest ones immediately put down their work and gathered around Ivan. As for Hermione next to her, she was completely fascinated by these house elves. Ignored.

Because the other party always comes here to spread some "evil" theories, the house elves are afraid to avoid him.

"Mr. Hals, do you need anything?" the leading house elf said very earnestly.

Ivan knelt down, tried to keep his eyes level with the other person, and asked gently. "I'm here to ask you something. I heard that Professor Moody often asks you to prepare a supper at night, is that right?"

"Yes! Mr. Moody told us that he needs to investigate suspicious people in the castle. He is usually busy until late, so he needs an extra midnight snack. We are happy to help!" The house elf shouted proudly road.

Ivan nodded, not caring whether it was clean or not, and just sat on the floor and meditated.

The house elves quietly gathered around Ivan and remained motionless, and Hermione did not dare to make any noise to disturb Ivan's thinking.

After a while, Ivan seemed to have come back to his senses and looked at the house elves again. "Have you ever cleaned Professor Moody's office? I've been there once, well, how should I put it... it's very messy!"

"Mr. Moody never lets us enter his office. He said there are many dangerous collectibles there, each of which can be fatal." The house elf replied in frustration.

"Is that so?" Ivan slowly stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and finally said. "I suddenly want a midnight snack. Please prepare it for me. Just follow Professor Moody's request!"

The house elves started working happily.

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More than ten minutes later, Ivan opened the door and left the kitchen with the warm farewell of the house elves.

When compared, Ivan had an extra dinner plate in his hand, with half a steak, a large skewer of hot dogs, a few pieces of mousse cake and a small amount of desserts placed on it.

"Want to eat? Hermione?" Ivan cut off a piece of hot dog and ate it, then handed the plate to Hermione and gestured.

Hermione shook her head. After hearing so much from Ivan, how could she still think about eating, so she hurriedly asked. "Are you doubting Professor Moody?"

"But...how is that possible?" Hermione felt a little unbelievable. Moody was a legendary Auror, and he had helped them a lot during most of the semester. He was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor she had ever seen!

"Yeah, how is that possible..." Ivan nodded in agreement, picking up a piece of mousse cake and stuffing it into his mouth.

Hermione bit her lip dully and stared at Ivan with her brown eyes. Of course she could hear the perfunctory tone in Ivan's words.

Ivan scratched his head. In fact, he didn't want Hermione to get involved in this kind of thing, but it was obvious that he couldn't hide it now, so he pointed to the dinner plate in his hand and said.

"Do you think Professor Moody is a big eater? He eats three meals a day, eats a lot of desserts after meals, and then goes to the kitchen for supper at night..."

Hermione looked at the plate in Ivan's hand and immediately understood what he meant. This late-night snack was substantial, enough for the two of them as dinner.

"So you said it's possible that Professor Moody needs to feed another person! Otherwise, why doesn't he eat directly in the auditorium and kitchen? He has to run around with a plate, so he won't be in such a hurry every time Right?" Ivan boldly guessed.