"Miss Abbott?" a surprised voice said.

Dumbledore was descending the marble staircase, with Grindelwald close behind.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, uh, and Professor Apocalypse."

Hannah averted her gaze from the 'despicable' Slytherin boy, quickly turned around, and looked at the two old wizards hurrying over through the crowd, somewhat nervously puffing out her chest. "Rest assured, everything is under control!"

"What—what are you doing?"

Professor Dumbledore asked, his eyes sweeping across the Great Hall.

Many students still had a dazed expression on their faces, as if they were in shock. The smooth, beautiful marble floor looked as if it had been struck hard by a meteor, revealing terrifying cracks, and the air was filled with thin dust from crushed stones.

With Hannah Abbott as the center, the students were distinctly divided into several groups, as if they were engaged in a standoff.

Fortunately, apart from a few young wizards, the vast majority of students had not drawn their wands... Compared to the large-scale campus brawls that had occurred at Hogwarts last year, this scene could be considered peaceful and tranquil.

"Maintaining order, preventing large-scale campus brawls, Professor Dumbledore," Hannah replied.

"Maintaining—order? So, Miss Abbott, you are trying to separate them?"

"That's right," Hannah said, nodding proudly.

"Well done, maintaining calm in chaos is a very valuable quality."

Dumbledore's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the badge on the girl's left arm, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, smiling with gratification.

"It seems that our newly appointed prefect is fulfilling her duties very well, which is excellent—"

Compared to the unruly little witch, Elena, Abbott Hannah, who also mastered the dual forms of "healing" rune magic, was much more reassuring. The simple-minded, kind-hearted Hannah wouldn't even lie.

This was also the reason why Dumbledore agreed to let little Hannah serve as a Hogwarts trainee prefect.

However, Dumbledore did not expect this decision to take effect so quickly.

From the looks of it now, allowing Hannah to serve as a prefect was undoubtedly a very wise choice—on her second day in office, she immediately stopped a student fight. Judging from the terrible situation at the scene, this was clearly not an easy task.

Are these children at Hogwarts a little too unrestrained?

Dumbledore's eyes swept over the debris of the floor, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Since last year, the destructive power of Hogwarts students has been increasing day by day, which is a problem that needs to be taken seriously.

"The Great Hall foyer is a place for everyone to eat and rest, not a suitable place to practice magic!"

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes sweeping over the few young wizards who were still holding their wands, and said somewhat sternly.

"I hope you all will seriously consider whether your behavior is correct when casting spells. Situations like this, where the confrontation of spells is so intense that the floor is blown up, goes far beyond the scope of normal verbal disputes..."

"Um, Professor, excuse me for interrupting—"

Hannah scratched her cheek somewhat embarrassedly, and looked away evasively.

"If you're referring to that broken marble floor, it was actually smashed by me... In Professor Apocalypse's Prefect Combat Manual, quickly dividing the battlefield and forming terrain barriers is a quick way to suppress multiple people in chaos—"

"Divide the battlefield? Suppress?! Prefect Combat Manual?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared, and he turned to look at the retired old dark wizard behind him.

"Professor Apocalypse, Hogwarts is not a place to train warriors... Even when dealing with students who violate the rules, we mainly focus on education and warning, and the same is true for prefects—I remember I should have communicated with you about this, right?"

"You seemed to have said that once..."

Grindelwald replied casually, appraising Hannah's first action with satisfaction.

"However, as the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, I believe that swift and decisive suppression and deterrence can establish the authority of school rules and discipline. At least in today's handling of the incident, Miss Abbott has powerfully demonstrated this point."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, they all stopped immediately!"

Hannah Abbott nodded seriously, kicked the rubble at her feet, and replied quickly.

"In the Leaky Cauldron, if there is a fight between drunkards, all the wizards present will work together to stun them... It is difficult for people to listen to advice when they are emotional, and hesitation will only make things more and more troublesome."

Although she was a bit silly, as the second-highest scoring student in Hufflepuff House, Hannah was not too inferior to the other young wizards in terms of talent or intelligence. She clearly heard the two old wizards arguing.

At this time, as the core point of the dispute, she must not stand by and wait for the result.

You need to know that in the original story, Hannah was a female prefect of Hufflepuff House.

No matter how other wizards defame and belittle Hufflepuff House, and label the badgers as rice buckets and mediocrity, they can never get past the fact that this house has produced the most Ministers of Magic and also the most outstanding wizards... Any wizard who becomes a prefect in Hufflepuff has invariably proven their excellence after graduation.

"You can change your approach later, Miss Abbott! Prefects have many small rights."

Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, pointed to the girl's feet somewhat helplessly, and waved his wand.

"At least, try verbal warnings and admonitions first, instead of directly smashing the school's marble floor—although that is indeed a common solution, but obviously we have a more labor-saving method, right?"

Under the pull of magic, the rubble scattered on the ground reassembled as if time had been reversed.

A few seconds later, the stone floor of the foyer was restored to its original smooth and complete state. Apart from the frightened young wizards around, no trace of any battle, or 'battlefield division', could be found.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Hannah glanced at the older Slytherin boy not far away and nodded obediently.

Lucien Bole's face was still somewhat distorted. At this time, he was looking venomously at Irina standing next to Danilova. Although she didn't know what he was thinking, Hannah, who had grown up in a pub since she was a child, was 100% sure that it wouldn't be anything good.

"Don't worry, I will warn and dissuade them before taking action later, definitely next time!"

"Alas, I hope so."

Hearing Hannah's neat reply, Dumbledore sighed with some melancholy.

If it were a year ago, he might have been a little more relieved.

But since being tossed around by the white-haired ball a few times, Albus Dumbledore's heart started to feel heavy as soon as he heard this sentence. The old man looked at the sparkle in Hannah's eyes and sighed again, feeling quite tired.

Too late—

After all... it's a little too late.

After such a long time of being together day and night, Hannah Abbott had also been infected with some of Elena's personality.

Perhaps the girl would not plot anything in secret, but in a sense, this straightforward personality was the most headache-inducing—similar to Newt Scamander, such wizards were too stubborn when they became stubborn.

"In short, leave the rest to me, the caretaker of the castle, Albus."

Before Dumbledore could continue to speak, Grindelwald grinned and said, tilting his head towards the students on the side.

"Now is dinner time, so it's better to restore order in the foyer as soon as possible... You few, everyone who participated, and you, Miss Abbott, please come with me... Don't worry, I'll have the kitchen send a few portions of food to the office."

"Office?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Oh, it's the Headmaster's office, just borrowing it for a while..."

Grindelwald replied, turned to look at Hannah, smiled, and said very naturally.

"Miss Abbott, you go ahead. I'll use the time on the way to ask what exactly happened, so that we can solve the problem as soon as possible—of course, you may not be able to go back to the Great Hall for dinner tonight, as one of the punishments."

The moment he saw Hannah, he suddenly remembered an extremely important thing.

In order to maximize the training of those young wizards gathered around Elena, he and Dumbledore made some flexible adjustments in the sorting process, assigning some children who were more dependent on Elena to Class B.

At the same time, at his suggestion, Dumbledore also made Hannah Abbott the first prefect of Hogwarts.

It had to be admitted that this series of operations was too obvious in targeting that little witch. Grindelwald knew without thinking that he would definitely be greeted with extremely peaceful revenge actions, and the simplest of them was naturally to start with the specifications of the three meals.

And under such circumstances...

Grindelwald looked triumphantly at Hannah, who was walking in the front as a guide.

Perhaps Elena could sanction his three meals in the future, but at least tonight, he didn't have to bitterly greet the bland, tasteless elderly health meals with Dumbledore—that little witch still couldn't bear to accidentally injure her friend.

As for things in the more distant future...

Anyway, that little girl wasn't that vengeful, and it was easy to coax her with a little coaxing.

"Let's go, kid..."

Thinking of this, Grindelwald patted Lucien Bole on the shoulder and gave him an amiable smile.

"Let's have a good chat about what kind of gentlemanly demeanor a senior student, a man, should maintain when facing girls who are smaller than himself... If we can't finish it in one day, we can continue tomorrow night."

After saying that, he grabbed Bole's arm and dragged him towards the Headmaster's office upstairs.

Not far ahead of them, Hannah was walking upwards against the crowd, while quietly asking Danilova, and Irina Ivanovich silently followed them, occasionally explaining a few words in a soft voice.

Professor Dumbledore looked at their backs with some unease.

After dinner tonight, he must have Grindelwald show him that "Prefect Combat Manual" in its entirety. Dumbledore suspected that this former dark wizard might have mixed a lot of dangerous things into it.

Several seconds later, Dumbledore came back to his senses and motioned for the students to move around and not stay in the foyer.

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"So, that's roughly it... Do you want to be prefects?"

Elena asked Luna and Hermione in a low voice.

It had been a few minutes since they had regrouped in the Great Hall as agreed. At this time, they were sitting next to the Hufflepuff House table, and many students around them were curiously discussing the position of "prefect."

"Really?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and asked with some doubt.

"This was originally a special position that I proposed, and besides—"

Elena said, she paused, pursed her lips, and showed a look of displeasure.

"From the current situation, Professor Dumbledore can't wait to have a few more people to keep an eye on me at all times, and the position of prefect was originally intended to have one for each house, as insurance to ease internal and external conflicts..."

Luna and Hermione exchanged glances with a sudden realization, seeing the same smile in each other's eyes.

Along with the white-haired ball's confession, the two understood Dumbledore's logic.

Unless Elena could overcome her problem of getting lost, at least one of the three of them would be with her when she moved around Hogwarts—speaking of which, when all three of them became prefects, unless they colluded with Elena, this white-haired ball really wouldn't have any room to break the law and violate discipline.

"However, if I really become a prefect," Hermione said, "I will definitely keep an eye on you first—"

"Me too, after all, Elena, you have too many violations..."

Luna also nodded, and echoed in a serious manner, "Elena, you may be in detention every day."

"You!"

Elena puffed out her cheeks and looked angrily at the two plastic besties next to her.

"Can't you guys lie to me first, even if it's just some loyal words? I'm helping you guys get a very important position, you are on my side, you are undercover agents! Understand?!"

"Okay, I was lying to you just now, is that okay?"

Hermione blinked mischievously, and answered casually in a very perfunctory manner.

And Luna Lovegood directly ignored Elena's complaints, moved her knife and fork, and began to divide the braised beef stew, Scottish smoked chicken, honey-glazed carrot fried meat, and satisfying salad on the table into each person's plate.

Unlike Hermione, who had sliced fish to eat in the morning, she was now starving after finishing Potions class. The small bowl of pufferfish soup was finished in less than two or three mouthfuls, and it didn't have any filling effect other than making them even more hungry.

With the official start of classes, the differentiation of Hogwarts' school cafeteria also began to manifest.

Although Hufflepuff House couldn't eat any special dishes, at least the variety, type, and taste were all within the normal range. During the most important dinner time of the day, they naturally wouldn't be silly enough to return to their respective house tables to eat vegetarian food.

At the same time, Dumbledore looked at the "healthy and nourishing meal" that appeared on his plate and showed a wry smile.

He had been busy all day with matters concerning the sorting and new course schedules, and he almost forgot that he had offended Hogwarts' head chef fiercely when sorting this morning. No wonder that guy Grindelwald would suddenly find a reason to leave.

Blanched broccoli, boiled potatoes, boiled mutton...

In addition, there was a plate of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as a snack.

Dumbledore knew without tasting that it would definitely be all strange and dark flavors, just like before. As the goblin queen who controlled the economic lifeline of the wizarding world, it was too easy for Elena to do this.

The old wizard wryly forked up the soft, tasteless broccoli that had been boiled. Fortunately, the child wouldn't put poison in the food at least.

Gellert—please remember to leave me some, for the sake of an old friend...