Hogwarts Food Master

Wang Chao waved the magic wand in his hand hard, and twenty light balls flew out from the medal.

They floated around everyone, and the first light ball shot out colorful rays of light.

The scene in the castle suddenly changed, and everyone seemed to have arrived at the top of a towering snow mountain in an instant, with a beautiful archangel made of stars soaring in the sky.

The food elves worked together to bring the fried horn beef to Wang Chao.

"Wind Blade Cyclone!"

From the wand, a rotating wind blade was shot out. As the beef continued to approach, the wind blade cut out slices of crystal clear beef.

These beef slices formed an arch bridge in the air and landed on the jade plate.

Accompanied by ritualistic music, this scene integrates delicious food and magnificent scenery, making people feel as if they are enjoying a performance that cleanses the body and mind every second.

Even Uncle Dursley and Aunt Petunia were stunned and couldn't help but clapped softly.

"awesome!"

Harry clapped loudly, "What are those balls of light?"

Wang Chao smiled proudly.

"Those are dream balls. They are Muggle dreams collected by wizards who are proficient in dreams. I spent a lot of gold coins to buy these dreams."

As soon as they heard the word "gold coins", Harry's greedy relatives immediately woke up and listened carefully.

It's not that he hopes to get any benefits from Wang Chao, but he is simply sensitive to the word "gold".

They listened seriously to the fact that they could sell their dreams for money.

At this time, another dream ball emitted light, and the scene changed to a poetic forest.

The flawless white unicorn was drinking water by the stream, and colorful butterflies were flying above the unicorn.

Hagrid smiled secretly and said to Harry, "I guess this must be a little girl's dream."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. This dream was indeed too feminine, especially the unicorn, which was so real.

Wang Chao flicked his magic wand, and the clear stream actually flowed over and flowed into the hot pot.

The scene is poetic and picturesque, giving full play to the artistic conception of a girl's dream.

Various green vegetables rotated, and in the whirlwind of wind blades, they were cut into shapes that were easy to cook.

Then the dream changed again, everyone seemed to be in the sea of ​​stars, and the sun happened to be in the hot pot.

From the medal, a red-colored lava-like pot flew out from the bottom, like a long red dragon, and got into the hot pot.

Under the hot pot, the blue charcoal burned, releasing bright firelight.

The heat appeared on the hot pot in an instant, and the rich aroma that made people's mouth water when they smelled it filled the castle.

The stomachs of Uncle Dursley's family immediately began to growl.

The reason why they fled here overnight was because there were too many letters mailed to Harry.

In order to prevent Harry from receiving the letter, they did nothing, not even having dinner.

It was stormy outside, the weather was cold enough to freeze eggs, and they were still very nervous. Except for little fat guy Dudley, the rest of them couldn't even remember that they hadn't eaten.

There was a hot pot sitting there. Aunt Petunia didn't know what it was, but Uncle Dursley had eaten it once.

That time he ate hot pot, and he ate twelve plates of meat, two plates of pollack, three plates of shrimp sliders, and one hot pot chicken...

I ate a piece of vegetable leaf symbolically...

Uncle Dursley's stomach growled as soon as he saw the hot pot.

Aunt Petunia still wanted to maintain some ladylike reserve, but when the fried hornbeef appeared, she, who knew how to cook, drooled out and couldn't wipe it off.

Not to mention the gluttonous Dudley, who just burst into tears because of the pig tail, stopped crying immediately when he smelled the aroma, and looked straight at the hot pot.

The dream changed again. This time it was an Arabian palace. Two girls on a magic flying carpet, wearing enchanting Arab navel-baring outfits, flew above the crowd, leaving behind a transparent tulle dotted with stars.

When Harry happily reached out to pick it up, the gauze disappeared, but then, a layer of starlight gauze appeared on his body.

Shrimp paste, beef balls, yellow throat, duck intestines, duck blood, mushroom slices, crystal powder... Various ingredients form a rainbow and enter the hot pot continuously.

Harry shouted nervously, "It's too much to fit in the pot!"

But so many ingredients went into the hot pot smoothly, without even a drop of soup spilling out.

"Magic..." Wang Chao patted Harry's head with his paw, "You can always believe in magic. My hot pot can hold ten cows. Eat it quickly. Hot pot is free. You can eat whatever you like. But I suggest you eat more beef.”

"Yeah!" Harry happily picked up the chopsticks, picked up a large piece of beef and put it into the hot pot.

Uncle Dursley didn't allow Harry to use the tableware at home, so he bought him a pair of chopsticks.

The reason is simple: chopsticks are cheap and easy to distinguish, so they won't be confused with the Dursleys' tableware.

From the age of six, he has been able to use chopsticks skillfully.

Harry has never been so grateful to Uncle Dursley as he is today. Regardless of the purpose, he has indeed mastered a useful little skill.

"Is this your first time eating hot pot?" Wang Chao asked.

Harry nodded, "Yes, I only heard it from my uncle before. He said that hot pot is the most delicious food he has ever eaten."

"I understand, then you definitely don't know how to make dipping sauce. How about I make you a dish?"

"It turns out there is some dipping sauce, please help me!"

"What a polite boy." Wang Chao shook his wand and a plate of dipping sauce appeared on the plate. "Eat slowly. Hot pot is very hot. Don't get burned. The first time I ate hot pot, My mouth turned red."

Hagrid saw an emerald stone colander beside the hot pot, picked it up and fished out a few slices of beef in the pot.

"Harry! Get the bowl quickly and eat it while it's hot. If you have anything to say, we'll talk to you later. We have plenty of time, so eat it quickly! The most important thing is to keep your body warm!"

Hagrid's shouting destroyed the snowy scene created by the dream.

But eating hot pot is a lively affair. The reason for making all these bells and whistles was to participate in the cooking competition.

The cooking competition in the wizarding world is much more complicated than that in the Muggle world. It not only pays attention to the color, flavor and taste, but also the artistic conception of the food, so that the judges can enjoy it in all aspects.

Under all kinds of harsh requirements, satisfying the referees is simply more difficult than attacking Paris before France surrendered.

But eating hot pot by yourself doesn’t matter, whatever the artistic conception is. When friends are together, it inherently brings its own magic of friendship.

The power of magic will connect each other and make the ingredients more delicious.

However, when Harry saw the color of the meat slices, he was stunned.

The meat slices were bright red, with fiery red soup flowing on them, and a spicy smell rushed to the top of the head.

When he saw the hot pot base just now, Harry actually wanted to ask, how much chili pepper was put in it?

The Dursleys rarely eat spicy food, so Harry doesn't have a strong tolerance for spicy food.

Although the meat slices in front of him released an alluring aroma, Harry waited for a few seconds without daring to take off his chopsticks.

"Eat and see, I promise it's different from what you imagined."

Wang Chao saw the reason for his hesitation and assured him softly.

Harry took a deep breath, picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and put it into his mouth nervously.

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

The beef slices are plump and juicy, with the fiery aroma of hot pot soup. When you put it in your mouth, the aromas of various spices are mixed together to perfection.

Then be dazzled by the delicious dipping sauce!

This ultimate enjoyment seemed to make one's soul transcend, and all Harry's insecurities disappeared.

There was only one thought in my mind, I wanted the fried hornets to dance on my tongue!