I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

When Lynn came out of the principal's office, it was already dark outside.

The Sorting Hat didn't say a word in the end, and he had no choice but to continue to go to the next relic to get clues according to the original plan.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and there was no one in the corridor at the entrance of the Hochipachi lounge. Lynn came to the entrance of the kitchen, where there was a mural of silver bowls full of fruits. .

He also knew that the Sorting Hat and the Eagle Knocker were left by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, respectively, but this was the first time Lynn had heard of this fresco left by Hufflepuff.

He looked at the fruit in the mural, scratched his chin and didn't know how to communicate with it, so he asked directly.

"[Can I get this honor?]"

As soon as Lynn's voice fell, a change happened!

The fruits in the silver bowl of the mural all jumped out of the bowl when they heard his question. Oranges, apples, pears, bananas, grapes and plums stood side by side, looking at Lynn in amazement.

"My God! It's been almost a thousand years, and someone actually asks us this question!" Banana screeched.

Chengzi said dissatisfiedly: "What's so surprising about this, since the owner said there would be, no matter how long it takes, someone will always ask."

Apple scratched its peel and said frowningly: "Then what should we do now according to the program?"

Grape and Lizi glanced at each other, and they seemed to shrug their shoulders: "We also forgot, after all, it's been so long, Lizi should know that it has the opportunity to contact the little wizard every once in a while."

The bright yellow skin of the pear seemed to be blushing: "I, I never communicate with the little wizards. When they touch me, I become the doorknob and let them into the kitchen."

"So you forgot?" Banana asked, frowning tightly, as if in shock all the time.

"Yes, it is."

Looking at their interaction, Lynn felt that this mural was very interesting. He entered the kitchen through pears many times, only to find out today that they all have their own thoughts.

"Your master is Hochipach?"

Apple seems to be the leader of these fruits. It held its head high and said proudly.

"Of course, we were created by the greatest witch."

"I've come to the kitchen quite a few times, but I haven't seen any of your other fruits touched except pears. Why can't you be like other murals?"

"This is the master's order!" Orange said seriously.

As a result, Grape immediately revealed its short talk: "You went to the door of the Pendragon Knight last night."

"I am, that is. Can the murals be called a visit? The knight himself invited me to go. If I don't go, I won't give him face."

"Okay, alright, stop arguing, this will lead to no results. We still want to figure out what the correct process should be after this little wizard asks this question." Cheng Zi persuaded.

The fruits were thinking hard, and Lynn didn't bother them, just leaned against the wall and waited for them to recall.

Pear looks like a shy little girl.

"Like, like we're going to ask him a question."

"That's right!" Li Zi hurriedly said, "I remembered it too! We want to ask him a question!"

"Then what is the problem?"

This time they couldn't think of anything, so the fruits all turned their eyes to their heads.

"You decide, we don't even remember, anyway, you were the first to be created by the master, and you have the right to decide."

The apple was given a lot of responsibility by the fruits, it looked at Lynn for a moment, scratched the peel and said.

"I have seen you before. Although you are a little wizard of Slytherin, you always like to go to the long table of Ravenclaw when you eat."

"Wow, you're still the boss, and you actually like to sneak out!" Cheng Zi said angrily.

"Shut up and don't interrupt."

Because no one was around, Lynn used his original appearance when communicating with the mural. He was not surprised that Apple recognized him.

"Because my friend is at Ravenclaw's long table, and I have a friend from Hochipach, the three of us are in different houses, so if you want to meet at dinner, you have to choose a unified place. "

"Oh, an enviable friendship, I love it," Apple sighed, before suddenly changing the subject, "Then why do you think tomatoes are fruits?"

"What! He actually thinks tomatoes are fruits!" Banana was shocked.

"Unreasonable!"

"Unbelievable!"

"incredible!"

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They are scrambling to express their incomprehension, like it is completely unacceptable that tomatoes can be in the company of fruits such as themselves.

Lynn didn't expect them to have such a big reaction. He scratched his forehead and said, "I answered this question, will you recognize me?"

Apple said solemnly: "It depends on whether your answer can convince us."

Lynn shrugged and leaned against the wall next to the mural: "It's good to talk to you about this. If you don't ask, I'd almost forget why I thought tomatoes were fruits in the first place."

He raised his head, looked at the dark ceiling and recalled quietly.

"I grew up in an orphanage. At that time, the orphanage was not as developed as it was in the future. Everyone was rich, and people who had love and spare capacity could donate to do volunteer work. At that time, most people lived in their own homes. It's been a very hard life, not to mention having any spare money to donate to the orphanage.

I should have been 6 years old? Still 7 years old? I forgot exactly how much. Anyway, at that time, because I was the largest in the orphanage, I often helped the dean, so I became the elder brother of the children younger than me.

One day when I was teaching my younger brother and sister to read and recognize objects, a little sister suddenly asked me what fruit was? Is it just raw potatoes?

She was four years old at that time and hadn't seen real fruit with her own eyes. She just saw from the pictures that pineapples and potatoes looked very similar, so she felt that vegetables were fruits when eaten raw.

I want to find an apple or a banana to teach her what real fruit looks like, but there are no such things in the orphanage, and even the dean still eats pickled radishes every day to raise donations. No way, I She could only go out and stole a tomato like a fruit from the vegetable field of a family outside, and teach her that this kind of sour and sweet thing when eaten raw is a fruit.

The thirteen brothers and sisters of the tomato ate only after a small bite, but they all said that the fruit was not tasty at all. It was not as sweet and sour as I said, and it had no taste at all.

Because the tomato is not ripe at all, how could it have a sweet and sour taste, but since then everyone knows what the fruit looks like, and all the children who have eaten tomatoes in the entire orphanage can proudly face the others who have not eaten them. The children who have passed by said that in fact, the fruit is not delicious at all, green and astringent, and it is not as good as raw potatoes.

After that incident, the children who came out of our orphanage thought tomatoes were fruits, not vegetables, even when they grew up, and I was no exception. "