Hogwarts Food Master

The kitchen has been casted with an infinite expansion spell. It looks inconspicuous, like a three-story building that has been struck by lightning. The interior space is extremely large, no less than a London train station.

There was nothing wrong with flying brooms in this space. The two energetic young men carried the brooms and sneaked to the door, bypassing Mr. Filch and ran down to the kitchen.

Mark was directing a tall, bald man to transport boxes of ingredients to the kitchen storage room. The bald man had a red nose and obviously drank a few glasses of wine for nothing.

This man was the drunk Bill who had attacked Billy before. His head was wrapped in gauze and his face had burnt marks. It looked like he had just been beaten.

The two trotted over and said hello to Mark. Mark has a very high presence recently. Everyone knows that he claims to be Wang Chao's apprentice. Wang Chao neither admits nor denies it. The old scumbag's perfunctory approach can be regarded as a disguised admission. .

Ron said hello from a distance, "Mark! We're here!"

Mark is the best at reading people's dishes. He has very good eyesight. When Harry came here for the first time, he noticed the scar on his forehead and immediately guessed Harry's identity. He immediately put aside his social arrogance and followed Harry. Harry and Ron got along very well.

"Hahaha... So it's you two boys. Shouldn't you be in class at this time? I remember it was Professor Snape's class. How dare you skip his class?"

Ron said with a guilty conscience, "That slug, we're not afraid of him. By the way, is the kitchen busy now? We want to go in and test the broom."

Mark immediately noticed the broom in Harry's hand and whistled enviously, "Nimbus 2000? It's awesome. It's the latest model this year. How much did it cost? I didn't expect that you two are still small rich people. Harry doesn't." By the way, can you, a Weasley, be so rich?"

Ron also suffers from social anxiety, but money is this little giant's weakness. He wilts when it comes to gold galleons.

"This belongs to Harry. He is going to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Professor McGonagall gave it to him. We want to find a suitable place to practice. Our kitchen is big enough. We want to go in and practice." .”

Harry immediately said, "This Nimbus 2000 belongs to me, but it also belongs to Ron. We don't distinguish between each other."

Ron touched Harry's back and said, "Of course, Harry, you are my half-brother!"

Drunk Bill interrupted and said, "You two guys are quite gay, hahaha... You started to be gay at such a young age?"

Ron asked in confusion, "Gaoji? What is Gaoji?"

Harry poked him in the ribs and said, "Don't ask, it's not a nice thing to say!"

Drunk Bill stuck out his tongue obscenely and made an obscene gesture.

At this time, even though Ron didn't understand, he still had a rough guess. He was so angry that he was shaking all over and said, "Red nose, what are you talking about? Do you believe I will beat you?"

Drunk Bill pulled out a dirty wand and said, "You little brat has a bad temper, I asked you to strike first!"

"Snapped!"

Mark swung a big bin bean to Drunk Bill, which made the bastard spin around twice.

Mark kicked him hard on the butt and cursed, "What the hell, are my masters and the others being too kind to you? You don't know who you are anymore? I'm telling you, move here quickly." , or get out of here! Are you out of your mind? Harry Potter is only 11 years old, you are making such a joke? What? You still want to fight with an 11-year-old child? Do you want a slap in the face? ? I’m telling you, if you don’t work hard, I’ll cut off your ears and feed them to the dogs!”

Drunk Bill was indeed a bastard, but in front of Mark he was as docile as a mouse, and he carried the goods obediently.

But Ron had no intention of letting him go just like that, "I said red nose, what happened to the injury on your face? Who did it? I have no other intention, I just want to write a thank you letter to that person, thank you He eliminates harm for the people.”

Drunk Bill's face twitched, and he was immediately kicked again on the buttocks.

"Get out over there, they asked you to work, and you came here to chat? Get out!"

Drunk Bill limped to the sun, took out a small flask and drank heavily.

Mark wiped his face and said, "As expected of a member of the Weasley family, he is really good at making fire. But don't blame me for not reminding you. Bill, this guy, drank and his brain was damaged. Even I can only barely control him." , you can just mess with him here, he will forget you by tomorrow, but when you meet him outside Hogwarts, you must go around him, if someone like him kills you, others will only You are stupid for relying on such a terrifying person."

Ron nodded in an educated manner, but Harry asked curiously, "Who inflicted that injury on Bill's face? Is it you?"

Mark shook his head and said, "Bill is more afraid of me. To deal with him, all I need to do is talk. It was Sister Peipei who did it. Bill was drunk here last time and injured my master's right-hand man, Billy. Peppa Pig was very angry and asked me to call Bill. She gave Bill a hard slap. I guess when Bill meets Peppa Pig in the future, he will be like a mouse meeting a cat. Peppa Pig is too fierce. I never noticed it before, otherwise I wouldn’t have dared to manipulate her casually even if I had ten courages, right?"

Ron sneered and said disdainfully, "That's nonsense. Miss Peppa is a quiet and beautiful girl, but she can be so violent when it comes to your mouth? I won't believe it even to death. You're such a talkative person. , not a single word of truth.”

"The conscience of heaven and earth!" Mark shouted, "It's really Peppa Pig's head. So many people are looking at it. If you don't believe me, just ask. I'm telling you, Pepe Pei's hair head is... I've seen She had never seen black magic before, and she just didn’t want to kill anyone, otherwise Bill would be doomed and must have been reincarnated. Although Bill was foolish and stupid, his fighting ability was not weak. Who would have thought that under the hands of Sister Peipei, even one person would be killed? She couldn't survive the attack, tsk tsk...it's so scary, no wonder there are rumors that she was born for black magic."

Ron interrupted him loudly, "You can't talk nonsense! You are born for black magic. If Boss Wang hears this, you will be finished!"

"Bah, bah, bah..." Mark spat three times in a row, "You're right, you reminded me, I really don't dare to talk nonsense. Don't you want to practice? You can fly as you please during your free time."

Harry pulled Ron and said, "Yes, we still have business to do. If we want to chat, we can come back another day."

Ron nodded, but still said, "You said you used to have Miss Peppa around, what's going on?"

Mark rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Ron immediately said, "Well, I'll go find Miss Peppa Pig and tell you just now that she is a girl born for black magic..."

"My little ancestor!" Mark said immediately, "You are such a cruel person!"