Silan pushed open the door and walked into the Hogwarts kitchen.
The kitchen also held four long wooden tables, positioned exactly like the tables of the four Houses in the Great Hall above.
At mealtimes, food would be sent from the kitchen tables to the corresponding House tables in the Great Hall above.
After all, not even Dumbledore could conjure food out of thin air.
At that moment, four house-elves were busy preparing ingredients.
When they noticed Silan entering, they all turned to look at him.
House-elves looked rather strange.
They were short, with two large bat-like ears and bulging eyes the size of tennis balls, their pupils either blue or green.
Honestly, their appearance was rather difficult to praise.
Fortunately, after looking at them for a while, they somehow seemed adorably ugly.
"Sorry to bother you. I have something I'd like to ask your help with," Silan said.
An older house-elf wiped his hands and hurried over to Silan with the other house-elves.
"What are your orders, young wizard?"
House-elves held a status barely better than slaves in the Wizarding World. Even Hogwarts' house-elves did not dare neglect a wizard.
"I'll need a birthday cake on September 19. Please prepare it in advance. It doesn't need to be large—I don't like wasting food—but it must be exquisite."
Silan swept his gaze over the house-elves before him and realized that they really did look very alike.
"September 19, a birthday cake. Not large, but it must be exquisite." The leading house-elf nodded. "Understood, honored sir."
"Good. What's your name?"
"Chibi, sir."
"Good, Chibi." Silan extended a hand to him. "I'm Silan Prewett."
"Prewett?!"
Chibi cried out as if he had been branded with a hot iron, tugging at his ears with both hands.
Upon hearing the surname Prewett, the other