Hogwarts Food Master

"This little friend is Harry Potter? He has bright eyes and great talent. Is this your broom?"

Grindelwald said very friendly.

Harry didn't think too much. He just felt that the white-haired old man was kind and approachable, and besides, he was Wang Chao's guest, so he handed over the broom in his hand.

"This is a gift someone gave me. It is Nimbus 2000."

Grindelwald took it, rubbed it up and down a few times, and sighed, "Even the broom has been updated to this extent. In my alma mater, Durmstrang, the Quidditch game has a lofty status, and so does our team. Among the three major European universities, the Quidditch team is the strongest. Because we have a long history, the students are stronger and more suitable for Quidditch games. Moreover, my alma mater has a huge square. Only for Quidditch. There are five stadiums, but Grindelwald seems to have only one."

Harry nodded in agreement at first, but then immediately said, "Despite this, Hogwarts is still the greatest magic school in the world."

"One of the greatest magic schools. Every student in the school thinks that their school is the greatest, but your principal is indeed the greatest wizard. There is no dispute about this."

Grindelwald remained elegant and motioned for Harry to sit next to him.

Unlike Dumbledore, Grindelwald particularly loves wizards with great potential, and does not care about the age of wizards. Even children as young as 11 years old like Harry can be treated equally.

Dumbledore was more edifying and not as utilitarian as Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's ruthlessness is very famous among wizards.

Just when Grindelwald was brewing the atmosphere and planning to launch a charm offensive for Harry, Ron suddenly shouted loudly.

"Oh my god! It smells so good! Boss! What is this? Why does it smell so good?"

Wang Chao was busy controlling Li Huo, and he said angrily, "Can you please lower your voice? Didn't you see that I was controlling the heat?"

Ron looked at the little fire snake lying on the dragon's heart. He stretched out his finger and planned to poke it. "This little toy must be quite cute. Can I touch it?"

"Snapped!"

Wang Chao slapped Ron's hand hard, and he hissed and covered his hand in pain.

"Are you crazy? This is Li Huo! You don't want your hand anymore?!"

Ron was shocked and quickly took two steps back and sat next to Harry.

Harry also guessed that the fire was an extremely dangerous thing, but he still asked curiously, "Ron, what is the fire? Why are you so afraid?"

Ron shook his hands and said, "Lihuo is the most terrifying black magic. It will release a magical fire that cannot be extinguished. If it gets out of control, it will burn everything around it until all the combustible substances are burned out." The location was used extensively by both sides during the First Wizarding War, causing many large cities to be burned to rubble, the most famous one being neon Tokyo."

Harry said sadly, "A lot of civilians must have been burned to death. How pitiful."

Ron said disapprovingly, "The Neon People are almost perverted per capita. They used Muggles and wizards for human experiments and created a lot of curses and black magic. They deserved to die. But the fire is too scary. Boss, why did you burn this with fire? thing?"

Grindelwald said softly, "He is cooking for me. Let's eat together later. This is a delicacy. I have been thinking about it since I ate it last time. I came here personally for it."

Ron took a breath and said, "Are you kidding, using such dangerous black magic just to cook? What if the kitchen is burned down? You couldn't be the one who forced our boss, right? Who are you? ?”

Harry also immediately looked at Grindelwald warily. Compared to Ron, he was calmer, but also sharper. Although he couldn't explain why, he just felt that this amiable old man was dangerous.

Grindelwald said patiently, "Don't worry, with me here, even if something goes wrong with Li Huo, I can still control it."

Ron immediately said dismissively, "Bragging, old man, you are bragging! You are a bit shameless. Who do you think you are? Are you Dumbledore? Are you Voldemort? Are you Grindelwald? Are you? Are you Merlin? Boss, do you think you were coerced? Did the people from their Food Safety and Hygiene Department use any means? I'll go find Dumbledore right now!"

Harry pulled Ron and motioned for him to sit down and listen to what the old man opposite had to say.

Grindelwald was inexplicably slapped. He rubbed his temples and said to Ron, "You kid, it's really a headache. Do you have that thing called Social Awesomeness! You always talk like this. ?"

Ron said bluntly, "That's right, we Weasleys have always spoken uprightly!"

Facing such a tough man, Grindelwald could only say, "You have grown so old and haven't been beaten to death. You have a very tough fate."

"Shut up!" Wang Chao suddenly became angry, "You are distracting me with your chirping!"

Harry quickly covered Ron's mouth with his hand. Ron covered Harry's mouth with one hand and raised the other hand in the air.

He looked at Grindelwald and said, Do you need me to shut your mouth?

Grindelwald laughed angrily, made a silencing gesture, picked up the teapot and poured Harry a cup of tea.

But Ron thought it was poured for him, so he grabbed the tea cup from Grindelwald's hand and drank it happily without even saying thank you.

"You boy!"

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and poured Harry another glass.

The three of them remained silent, watching Wang Chao use fierce fire to burn the membrane outside the two-legged dragon's heart to ashes. Their foreheads were covered with sweat.

Ron leaned into Harry's ear and whispered, "I always wanted to be a chef so that I could eat delicious food anytime, anywhere, but now I think I'll forget it. This is much more tiring than being a Quidditch player."

Harry nervously asked Grindelwald in a low voice, "Old sir, can you really control Li Huo?"

Grindelwald nodded affirmatively and said, "It's not a big problem. If the fire burns completely, it is really difficult to control it, but such a small flame is just a piece of cake."

Although he didn't know why, Harry believed Grindelwald's words.

But Ron still expressed his disbelief in a very arrogant manner, "Humph, everyone can brag, but Harry, you don't have to worry. After all, this is Hogwarts. If there is a problem with the real chef, Dumbledore will definitely arrive as soon as possible."

Harry felt that Ron's words made sense, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

The strange aroma in the air became stronger and stronger, and Ron's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. Compared with this level of aroma, the originally sweet and crisp cookies were no longer fragrant.