My Life is Full

Belvina Black stood alone on the eighth floor, one long leg straight and the other casually extended a step outward beneath her dark blue ladylike dress.

The "three-seven step large at ease" stance makes the person appear loose and slouching, exuding an air of frivolity from the inside out.

Belvina was waiting for Bathsheda Bablin, who had been kept after school, and also pondering Dumbledore's intention in keeping her behind alone.

This is also why Belvina always avoided Dumbledore when she was in the Ministry of Magic. A person as shrewd as Dumbledore would cause endless speculation in others with every move he made.

However, Belvina no longer needs to hide. Through today's close encounter, she discovered that the headmaster is not as scary as she had imagined. All her previous actions were just needless worry; she had secretly deified Dumbledore.

Right now, the most important thing to do is to adjust your mindset, bravely face the great Albus Dumbledore, and thus free yourself from the prison you have unintentionally drawn.

It might be difficult and take a long time, or it might be easy, perhaps a single sentence could unlock the shackles, or it might be some small, destined event.

Without warning, the strange, ugly gargoyle jumped aside, and Bassheda emerged from the passage behind the statue, a hint of smugness and a touch of pride on her face.

Snapped!

Bassheda slapped Belvina's thigh and said, "You have no manners! Everyone should see you looking so frivolous, and see if they'll still swarm around you like flies."

"They surround me not because I act noble and elegant, but because of my wealth and status," Belvina said calmly. "Even if I looked like Umbridge—I told you about her, even if I became like her, people would still surround me."

True heroes dare to face the bleakness of life and the dripping blood, and then they will understand that the flower language of steel wool is forbearance and wealth.

"I'm so relieved to see you so clear-headed," said Bassheda, looking delighted. "I hope you can withstand the pressure and not make any hasty decisions."

The pressure wasn't about being pressured to get married, but rather the various rumors and gossip surrounding Belvina. It's inevitable to be talked about behind your back; some say she's frivolous, some say she's promiscuous, and she's only one step away from being a frivolous and promiscuous woman.

"My life is full enough that I don't need to accept even half of anyone else's love," Belvina said casually. "Seriously, how about you give me one of your children sometime?"

"No way!" Bassheda ran away with her hands behind her back, as if she had returned to their student days ten years ago.

The truth is often hidden in jokes. Belvina had already resolved to live alone for the rest of her life; she couldn't love anyone else. Bassheda was an exception.

"By the way, do you want to know what Dumbledore wanted from me?" Bassheda turned around playfully, her blonde hair and red lips adding a layer of sensuality to her charm.

"I can't really ask you to set up an ancient runic magic circle, can I?"

"Of course not. He asked me what kind of person you are. I think he wanted to get closer to you and understand you. As for why he did that, I don't know."

Belvina quickened her pace and said, "Let me think. You must have said bad things about me, maybe even that I'm full of flaws."

As she spoke, Belvina raised her hand to grab him; she was going to teach the itchy-skinned Bassheda a lesson.

But Basilda had anticipated this, and being on guard, she didn't give her friend a chance to get close, and ran away laughing again.

"I didn't say anything bad about you, I was just telling the truth, the absolute truth!" Bassheda said, backing away slowly with her hands behind her back. "Although I don't know what little secrets you have with Professor Dumbledore, I don't think it's a bad thing for him to see your flaws."

Basilda's "betrayal" essentially helped Belvina tear off her disguise. Since she was prepared to choose sides, she might as well expose her true self and see how Dumbledore would react.

Based on Dumbledore's reaction, we will then plan the next steps to further refine the idea of ​​"climbing the ranks while lying down".

Although she didn't know why Belvina suddenly wanted to side with Dumbledore, Bathsheda decided to help in her own way.

"Come here, come here, I promise I won't kill you, really." Belvina said sincerely, even her eyes were sincere, as if she had no intention of deceiving Bassheda at all.

"No way! Don't I know you?" Bassheda wasn't fooled at all. "I'd rather eat myself to death than be beaten to death. By the way, what are we having for dinner tonight? How was that stew we had last time? The weather's been getting worse lately!"

Instead of getting angry when her lie was exposed, Belvina seriously considered what to eat that night.

Since November, the weather at Hogwarts has been getting worse and worse, with frost on the ground every morning. Such cold and damp weather is indeed perfect for a steaming stew.

Belvina has quite a knack for stews, like the catfish and eggplant stew that could stuff an old man to the point of bursting—fragrant, tender, and melt-in-your-mouth, it's sure to bring happiness. Unfortunately, one of Belvina's biggest flaws is her picky eating; she doesn't like fish or eggplant, which is why this delicious dish has never been tasted by Bassheda.

But it doesn't matter, Belvina has plenty of tricks up her sleeve to conquer Bassheda.

Because everything can be stewed in an iron pot!

Belvina had made up her mind and stopped joking with Bassheda. The two professors, familiar with the route, headed straight for the castle's underground chambers. They were going to the school's kitchen to catch the autumn wind of the house-elves.

Along the way, the two elective professors maintained their professorial dignity as much as possible. They did not rush around, but instead greeted the students they encountered and occasionally gave directions to younger students who were lost. They were truly exemplary Hogwarts professors.

Compared to the beginning of the school year, Belvina is now incredibly popular. Students from all grades, high school and junior high, know her name and have heard her opinions on Muggles.

Hearing the clear and sweet calls of "Professor Black" around her, Belvina felt a little elated, and she understood more and more why Dumbledore was unwilling to leave the school.

Soon, Belvina and Bassheda arrived at the castle's underground. It must be said that the two professors were in good physical condition; they descended from the eighth floor of the castle all the way down to the underground without even breaking a sweat.

The two passed through a door located at the bottom of the stairs. The corridor behind the door was not dark or gloomy at all. On the contrary, this underground corridor was warm and bright, with torches casting a soft glow and pleasant pictures everywhere.

There is a painting in the hallway depicting a huge silver bowl filled with fruit; this painting marks the entrance to the kitchen.

Bassheda stepped forward, extended her index finger, and gently scratched the emerald green pear in the painting. As she did so, the pear wriggled and chuckled, then transformed into a large green doorknob.

"Welcome back to the greatest place in Hogwarts—the kitchen, Professor Black!" Bassheda smiled and grabbed the doorknob to open the kitchen door.

In a daze, Belvina recalled the scene when she first came to the kitchen, and Basilda had said something similar. The difference was that the former Miss Black had become Professor Black.

Hogwarts' kitchen is a room with a high ceiling, about the same size as the Great Hall directly above it. Many gleaming copper pots and pans are piled up along the stone walls around it, and there is a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

Before Belvina could even put her hands on her hips and shout, "I, Hu Hansan, am back again!", a dozen or so house-elves came running over quickly.

The little ones ran after them, yelling, "Professor! Professor! How can I help you?"

There were at least a hundred house-elves in the kitchen, all dressed in the same uniform, with a tea towel printed with the Hogwarts emblem, which they wrapped around their bodies like robes.

Belvina had always thought house-elves were very endearing creatures; they were always enthusiastic, energetic, and possessed considerable magical abilities. Except, of course, for that pesky Kreacher.

Whenever a professor or student enters the kitchen, the elf will warmly welcome them, and when they leave, the elf will prepare a pile of food as a gift for them to take home.

It can be said that whether one enters the kitchen intentionally or accidentally, everyone who enters this room makes the most of their visit, and very few people leave empty-handed.

"Ah, I need the ingredients for stew, potatoes, corn, mushrooms, and preferably pork ribs or big bones."

Belvina spoke to one of the house-elves, and she spoke very politely, not behaving arrogantly towards the lovable little creatures just because she was a wizard and a professor at Hogwarts.

The house-elves showed no impatience in response to the two professors' requests, immediately replying, "Yes, we have everything! We'll prepare it for you right away!"

"Thank you," Belvina and Bassheda said together.

Before the two professors could finish thanking them, the elves ran off like the wind. A moment later, they came running back, some carrying small cakes and puddings, some carrying butterbeer and chilled pumpkin juice, and some dragging over two chairs.

The service provided by House-A-Elves is incredibly warm and attentive; those who are a little shy might find it hard to resist such enthusiasm.

Fortunately, both professors were thick-skinned and accepted the house-elves' service without hesitation. They thanked them and accepted the snacks to fill their stomachs, naturally declining the pitcher of chilled pumpkin juice.

"Professor! Professor! Everything you requested is ready. Would you like to cook it here, or take it back?"

Without any hesitation, Belvina decided to prepare her stew in the kitchen, mainly because cooking back in the lounge was too much trouble, and the house-elves here could help.

Soon, Belvina and Bassheda, led by their house elf, headed towards the stove.

Whenever the two professors passed by the other house-elves in the kitchen, they would smile, bow, and curtsy.

Under the command of the wicked Belvina, the house-elves began to get busy. Some were responsible for cutting the corn into sections, some for soaking the ribs in cold water, and some for washing and chopping the vegetables.

After the preparations are done, the next step is to heat oil in a wok, stir-fry until fragrant, add the ribs and stir-fry, then add water and vegetables, and start stewing!

These steps sound simple, but they are not easy to do in practice. Fortunately, Belvina only needs to speak, and her house-elves will complete the operation step by step.

As the large pot on the stove bubbled and gurgled, more and more house-elves gathered around it, and the two professors accumulated more and more snacks. At that moment, Bassheda was soaking cookies in milk.

If a normal girl has two stomachs, one for meals and one for snacks, then Bassheda is like a cow with four stomachs. Small cakes and cookies won't affect her enjoyment of the stew later.

Time passed slowly, from boiling over high heat to simmering over low heat, and the aroma gradually wafted from the large pot on the stove, the fragrance of meat mixed with the aroma of vegetables going straight into people's noses.

"Done!" Belvina clapped her hands. "Quick, lift the lid!"

Immediately, a house-elf stepped forward and lifted the lid of the pot, and a rich aroma instantly filled the air.

The essence of stewing in an iron pot depends on what you have at home, which is also its beauty: green, yellow, white, large chunks of meat, bubbling broth... a pot of stewing sauce, the enjoyment lies in its rustic appearance and delicate interior.

Soon other elves came forward, ladling the stew from the iron pot into delicate bowls and serving them to Belvina and Bassheda, without the two professors having to utter a word.

"This stew is enough for the two of us. You can serve one more portion to Professor Paul Bernard. As for the rest, you can try it and see if you like it."

As Belvina spoke, Bassheda, who had already started talking, nodded hurriedly.

The flattered elves smiled again, bowed, and curtsied.

This pot of stew, filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest, pleased Belvina, Bassheda, and even the house-elves.