Hogwarts Food Master

"Old guy, you eat my food, drink my food, and even make fun of me!"

Wang Chao pursed his lips and put the snack box into the Special Chef Medal. Hei Hei felt at ease with the money. After losing so much these days, he finally regained his health.

Once the salary is paid, the balance of payments will be temporarily achieved, and the remaining money will be slowly made up. Anyway, the purchasing power of the Hogwarts kitchen is such a big industry, all in your own hands, just scratch it off.

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"Oh my God, I finally finished writing. It's already dark." Ron rubbed his sore fingers, his eyes glowing green. He was starving.

Harry was writing furiously on the parchment, and he was just a little bit there. His black hair that was once straight was now wilted, and his beautiful green eyes were bloodshot.

For the first time in his life, Harry thanked himself for buying so many snacks. His ability to survive until now was entirely due to the two chocolate frogs he brought with him.

But it has reached its limit, a thousand times... a thousand times.

Harry had never written as much in his life as he did today, his fingers were all numb, and every move of his arm was in excruciating pain.

Ron yawned and blinked hard twice, trying to squeeze out a few tears from his sore eyes to lubricate his dry eyes. Unfortunately, in addition to dryness, his eyes only hurt.

"it is finally over!!"

Harry threw the quill in his hand hard, and the ink-filled quill flew in the air and landed not far from the podium.

"Snape, you'd better wait for me. When I grow up, I'll make sure you look good! I'm going to make you...!!"

Ron's hands reached out like claws, as if to crush the imaginary Professor Snape's head.

The classroom door swung open, and Professor Snape stood at the door with a dark face. He held a tray in his hand, which contained two chicken legs, a sandwich and a cup of fragrant coffee.

"Ron Weasley, what are you doing?"

Ron froze in place, and after a while he jumped down from the table and said, "My fingers hurt too much, and my waist hurts too much. I just moved around."

"It seems that you two are still full of energy. Young people are different. When you grow up, you will be able to do something even better, such as crushing someone's head, right? Since you are so energetic, you can Clean the classroom before leaving." Professor Snape sat at the door and looked at the two of them coldly.

Ron looked at the food in Professor Snape's hand eagerly and said, "Professor, is that for us?"

Harry also swallowed secretly. The chocolate frog could provide energy, but it couldn't cure his hunger. To really fill his stomach, he would have to have chicken legs and sandwiches. If he had another cup of coffee, he would be in heaven.

Professor Snape snorted through his nostrils and said, "Your imagination is really beyond the sky. Your courage is commendable and your imagination is very rich. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. In order to supervise you, I brought dinner here specially. You Let's start quickly, maybe we can have dinner before the auditorium closes."

The ultimate torture was eating fried chicken drumsticks in front of two tired and hungry students, and biting them slowly and deliberately, with the teeth gently squeezing the chicken drumstick coat, and the crispy coat made a crunching sound. Ron and Harry heard it. In Li's ears, it was louder than thunder!

The two good friends used their last strength to sweep away all the remaining garbage under the desks, chairs and benches in the classroom, and then Professor Snape let them leave.

As soon as he left Professor Snape's sight, Harry felt the needle-pricking feeling on his back disappear immediately. He and Ron rushed to the Great Hall, only to see that the door of the Great Hall was closed and dinner time was over.

Mr. Filch came over with his cat and a lantern, and said with a smile on his face, "What? Are you being detained for being naughty? There are little bastards like you every year, go back to the dormitory and cry, look. Do you still dare to be naughty in the future? Hogwarts has rules, right? They are different from your family!"

Ron pulled Harry and turned away without saying a word to him.

After walking some distance, Ron said, "That's the gatekeeper Filch. I heard George and Fred say that he is the second worst person in the entire Hogwarts, second only to the despicable Professor Snape. In some ways, he is even worse than Professor Snape, he is a squib and hates us students who can use magic."

"What's a Squib?"

"Squib," Ron's legs gave out after taking two steps. He found a stone step and sat down, "Squib is..."

"I know that a squib is a person who is born in a wizarding family, but cannot use magic!" A clear voice sounded, and it turned out to be Hermione passing by with a book in her arms.

When Ron looked up and saw it was her, he got angry and said, "It's you know-it-all again, it's so late, what are you doing here? Why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Hermione stuck out her tongue and said mischievously, "I'm just passing by here. What does it have to do with you? You speak so loudly that I can hear you from far away. Ghosts like to eavesdrop on you. I heard You two deserved detention on your first day.”

These two sentences offended both Ron and Harry at the same time, making them the king of dance in the minefield.

Harry stood up angrily and said, "You don't know anything! You only know how to criticize people!"

Hermione also realized that what she said was serious. The reason why Ron and Harry were detained had actually been spread in Gryffindor House.

The Gryffindor students were all aggrieved. In fact, Hermione wanted to comfort them just now, but her problem with showing off was that she couldn't hold down a button, and she did bad things with good intentions. Not only did she not comfort them, but she started quarreling with them. .

"I won't tell you anymore! You are all bastards!"

Hermione picked up a bag and threw it at Ron's head.

Ron's eyes were so hungry that he was hit in the head without paying attention. He staggered back two steps and became even more angry.

When Hermione saw something bad, she turned around and ran away without a trace.

Harry went over to pick up the bag, opened it, and saw that there was a large sandwich inside, which was completely untouched. He was immediately stunned. Could it be that Hermione was actually giving him things on purpose, and that she was actually kind?

But since you mean well and talk nicely, why do you act like you're just here to quarrel?

Ron was stunned for a moment when he saw the sandwich, but then he threw the bag to the ground and stepped on it viciously.

"She just wants to humiliate me. I won't eat anything she gives me for the first time!"

Harry was speechless for a moment. He wanted to say that if you don't eat, don't waste it. I'm going crazy with hunger.

But it’s all been stepped on, so what’s the use of talking about it?

The experience at Uncle Dursley's house has tempered Harry's spirit, and he is much calmer than his peers.

"What should we do now? Are we just going to be hungry all night?" Harry asked calmly.

Ron smiled bitterly and said, "I have no other solution. Do you have any snacks?"