“Christmas? Oh, yes… they spent it with us—”

Bennetts paused for half a second, then looked at Mr. Granger, who seemed inexplicably hostile, with some confusion.

For some reason, judging from Mr. Granger’s tone and expression, this father of Eileen’s friend didn’t seem too happy.

However, Bennetts still replied politely, trying to ease the subtle atmosphere around them—after all, he had always wanted to be a model father.

“Our orphanage and small church are on the shores of Loch Lomond. Eileen says it’s not too far from Hogwarts.”

“Oh, you live on Loch Lomond? That’s quite close.”

At this moment, the witch who looked gentle and mature nodded knowingly and joined the conversation.

“Catherine Abbott, well, my daughter is in the same house as Eileen. Of course, I think you must have heard about it from her…”

Mrs. Abbott pointed to the little witches playing in the distance, then turned to Bennetts and continued, a little embarrassed.

“In any case, thank you for your trouble this Christmas—I just heard Hannah say that you are running an orphanage on your own, and you have to take care of them this year, it must be very hard.”

“Hmm? Mr. Bennetts, besides your work as a priest, you also run an orphanage? A church orphanage?”

“You know the situation these years, the church doesn’t have any money…”

Bennetts glanced at Mr. Granger, shook his head with a wry smile,

“I was an orphan myself and understand the pain of being hungry and cold, so I built some small houses in the open space behind the church and tried my best to take in some children.”

“A private orphanage without church subsidies? How do you keep it running—sorry, I’m not questioning you, I just…”

Mr. Granger’s eyes quickly swept over Bennetts’s priest robes, which were a bit faded.

Whether from his clothes or his conversation, this Mr. Bennetts didn't seem like a generous philanthropist.

“Church allowances, some odd jobs in the town, um, occasionally working odd jobs outside. And most importantly…”

Bennetts shrugged his shoulders, smiled and answered, turning to look at the little witches playing in the distance, a touch of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

“There’s also Eileen. Maybe it sounds a bit like a fairy tale, but she shares most of the pressure—I can’t take care of so many children on my own.”

Ever since he picked up that “little white wolf” on the streets of London, the trajectory of his life had taken an unexpected turn.

Whether it was accounting, meal planning, or food selection, preschool education...

Eileen had almost single-handedly supported half of the orphanage, and he was more often just a figurehead.

Bennetts sometimes wondered if angels really existed in this world—Eileen was the blessing angel that heaven had given him and this world.

“Oh, you are too modest…”

Mr. Granger shook his head and said softly with reverence.

“No matter how obedient and well-behaved that child is, she is too young to share the ‘real’ pressure.”

You know, the current economic situation is quite bad, and even they, as dentists, felt a bit of economic pressure.

And under such an environment, going against the tide to support a private orphanage alone, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is.

“Actually…” Bennetts blinked his eyes, looked at Mr. Granger, and subconsciously prepared to explain a few words.

“Ahem, Miss Kaslana is quite excellent—”

At this moment, the middle-aged wizard who had been acting as a background board suddenly spoke.

Xenophilius Lovegood scratched his head, sighed lightly, and there was a very complicated emotion in his voice.

“To be honest, she is the most amazing witch I have ever seen… without exception.”

Aside from personal grievances and seducing little Luna, the projects promoted by Eileen were almost all great undertakings beyond the imagination of *The Quibbler*.

As one of the earliest members of the Grand Arcana, Xenophilius had witnessed Eileen’s journey almost the entire time.

Therefore, he was very clear about how terrible the energy contained in this little witch was.

Not to mention Dumbledore, even Merlin reincarnated, perhaps not as powerful as Eileen—oh no, definitely completely incomparable.

After all, a powerful wizard at most could destroy a city-state, but a powerful "Witch King" could set off a wave of civilization-overturning in an instant.

“Well, I agree with that. Miss Kaslana is indeed the most special student in Hogwarts in hundreds of years…”

Mrs. Abbott nodded in agreement, looking thoughtfully at the silver-haired little witch who was being bullied by Hannah in the distance. She said with a lot of emotion.

“Hogwarts Kitchen Chef, if I remember correctly, this should be the first in history, right? She can be said to have personally opened a new era in the catering industry of the magical society.”

Hogwarts cuisine has now become the pinnacle of the culinary field in the entire British wizarding world.

A large part of the Gringotts’ recent soaring business comes from the new magic recipes that Hannah brought back from school.

With the joining of Gringotts Wizarding Bank and the Austrian Destiny Group, branches of the Leaky Cauldron have rapidly spread throughout Europe in the past year.

And the most core business secret among them is undoubtedly the "exclusive authorized" Hogwarts dishes, but there is no need to share these things in front of other parents.

“Hogwarts Chef? The forefront of the magical society’s catering?”

Mr. Granger raised his eyebrows and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

“No wonder… I said Hermione has become picky about food at home, so that’s how it is…”

Since the start of last summer vacation, the originally obedient and well-behaved daughter has become picky about eating.

Even this Christmas, she wrote a letter home directly, telling them that she would not go home for the holiday this year, but would spend Christmas at Eileen’s house.

He and his wife originally thought that the little girl's rebellious period of adolescence had come early, but now it seems that it is more like the gluttony of a child who has not grown up?

“That…”

Mr. Granger hesitated for a moment, and looked at Bennetts with some embarrassment.

“Mr. Bennetts, after this parents’ meeting is over, can I visit you there first…”

“I want to learn a few simple home-cooked dishes from you, so that Hermione doesn’t have to bother you every Christmas—”

“Well, cooking this… you might have to let Eileen do it.”

Bennetts shrugged helplessly, then waved his hand and said with a smile.

“Besides, it’s no trouble, they only came for that Christmas night, and went back just after midnight…”

“Is that so, it seems that only this… huh?!”

Mr. Granger nodded in disappointment, suddenly froze, and frowned slightly.

“Wait, wait, you just said, Hermione, this Christmas, was only at your place… uh, did she only leave after eating dinner?”

“Yeah, otherwise? Didn’t you say that Hogwarts’ curfew is very strict, and you can’t stay outside for too long.”

Bennetts replied inexplicably, looking puzzled at Mr. Granger who suddenly froze.

“But… Hermione said that she spent the entire holiday at your place…”

“Hannah wrote in a letter that Hogwarts would not be staying this year, so she was also…”

At the same time, the amiable expression on Mrs. Abbott’s smiling face also stiffened.

Several parents looked at each other at the same time, quickly understanding each other’s expressions.

It seems that those kids… are in their rebellious period?

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Yay!