Hogwarts Food Master

Look at the sandwiches shining on the plate and the salads with a pleasing sheen.

The professors, who had dark circles under their eyes after working overtime for several days, suddenly saw their savior.

Professor Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw who was only 1.07 meters tall, jumped neatly onto the dining table, picked up a fork, picked up a sandwich and raised it into the air.

"Colleagues, may I ask if the sandwich in my hand is real? Isn't this a sweet dream?"

However, no one paid any attention to him, including Professor McGonagall, who started attacking the sandwich on the plate before his butt even touched the chair.

The scene was really tragic.

The grassland lions will be frightened when they see it, and the Alpine white dragon will be frightened when they see it.

The professors' eyes glowed green, and in the blink of an eye, the sandwiches were wiped out.

Some are more ruthless and won't even let go of the crumbs on the plate.

Professor McGonagall burped and looked around, seeing everyone immersed in the happiness brought by the food.

She secretly tapped the plate with her wand, and the response spell immediately responded.

Seeing the flash of magic, the house elf pushed a plate of sandwiches into the portal.

The next second, the sandwich magically appeared on Professor McGonagall's plate.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall actually secretly asked for another sandwich, the other professors refused to suffer. No matter whether they could eat it or not, they all wanted one anyway.

At worst, you can take it back as a midnight snack. You can eat it but you can't live without it.

Having just eaten two sandwiches, Professor McGonagall's stomach was already eighty percent full.

Normally, a plate of salad would be enough to fill you up, but almost all the professors focused on the sandwiches.

"Look, everyone, there is a salad here. This salad is also delicious. Who made the salad dressing? It can't be Sir Sither, it's so delicious!"

I don’t know who was the first to shout out.

Professor McGonagall usually liked to eat vegetables, so she quickly picked up a vegetable leaf with a fork and put it into her mouth.

There are two sandwiches in my stomach, and my movements are much more graceful when eating salad.

At least there wasn't the aura of a hungry tiger pouncing on food just now.

"Huh? The taste is really exquisite."

Professor McGonagall praised softly that the freshness of the vegetables and the sweetness of the salad dressing were perfectly combined.

Especially the wonderful layered texture of the salad dressing, which brings out the fragrance and richness to the extreme, especially the slightly astringent taste.

It's like an extremely relaxing SPA for the tip of your tongue.

This is a delicacy that only dignitaries like the Minister of Magic can enjoy, and as everyone is talking about, it absolutely cannot be made by Sir Sither.

The chocolate cakes looking up at the stars that no one touched at all and were thrown aside in disgust were the work of the old knight.

Then there is only one conclusion, it must be that Dumbledore hired a super powerful chef.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has always had a very high turnover of personnel.

Many people who come to work are not here solely for the salary, but some come for the sentiment.

But what finally drove them away was Sir Sither's despairing dark cuisine from hell.

Professor Margo, who taught divination before, once said that Sir Sisser's dark cuisine could make Satan in hell cry until he eats it.

Professor Margo later left the college due to stomach problems and was twenty kilograms lighter than when she arrived.

Professor McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor, and her salary is much higher than that of ordinary professors.

It's acceptable to go out for a big meal once in a while, but eating out every time is too extravagant.

The price of eating out in the wizarding world is extremely expensive, and Professor McGonagall often asks people to buy some fast food from the Muggle world.

But not every professor has connections like her...

Chefs of this level either open their own restaurants or are poached by the United States.

Who makes people rich and wealthy...

How did Dumbledore do it?I can actually get one.

Happiness..is happiness!

At this moment, all the professors had the same thought - how great it is to be able to teach and educate people at Hogwarts!

Be a Hogwartsman in the next life!

Professor Snape swallowed the sandwich in his hand and poked Dumbledore who was eating a salad next to him.

The two foodies watched the other professors feasting in the kitchen. They couldn't help but cut off the sandwiches and salads and ate them decisively.

At this moment, Hogwarts was full of people.

Sir Sither couldn't see the duel, so he could only shout loudly, "How is it? My best chocolate cake looking up at the starry sky, did I kill that Eastern boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky? Dumbledore! Hurry! Talk to me."

Dumbledore waved his wand without even putting down the salad bowl.

Sir Sither's portrait flew to the opposite side of the portal.

Seeing the situation in the auditorium, Sir Sither let out a desperate roar: "No!!"

...

The winner is undoubtedly Wang Chao.

But Wang Chao was not happy at all. He came to the haggard Sir Sither.

"Old Sir, I seem to have heard your name. Do you have anything to do with the Food Association?"

Sir Sither raised his head and glanced at him.

"Back then, I once wrote a cookbook for the Food Association, which was treasured by them. It was made of lambskin, with large gold-engraved characters on it, and it was made of coated paper. When you open the cookbook, you can still smell a strong smell. Mo Xiang, what a great cookbook, I was a world-famous chef back then."

Wang Chao was moved in his heart and asked, "How long do you think about those days?"

Sir Sither counted on his fingers for a long time.

"It should be more than a thousand and a hundred years ago. It's so long ago that I can't remember it."

Understand, no wonder Sir Sither's cooking skills are so poor, but he is so confident.

There is no comparison between the material life of more than 1000 years ago and today in the 21st century.

At that time, honey was a rare commodity and pepper was as valuable as gold.

More than 1000 years ago, even a large foodie empire in the East was only in its infancy, and was far from the peak of its food power later.

Not to mention the UK, which is most famous for all kinds of dark dishes. The mashed potatoes of the Knights of the Round Table are all ridiculous.

I guess the person who can get a leg of beef and grill it until it's cooked through is an amazing celebrity chef.

Sir Sither himself has long since disappeared, leaving only a portrait.

You can't taste the food through pictures. When you encounter ingredients you've never seen before, you can only guess the taste by describing them.

It’s no wonder that you can perform magical operations like looking up at the starry sky and making chocolate cake.

If this can make delicious food, I, Wang Chao, am willing to write my last name backwards.

After a calm exchange, Wang Chao found that Sir Sither was a nice person, but the portrait was not the real soul after all.

His time actually stands still, and his cognition always remains at the moment when the painting is completed.

Now in the kitchen, the real thing is the stupid sandwich. Sir Sissy is just responsible for announcing the menu and taking the blame.

Wang Chao has opened a restaurant himself, so he naturally knows how much trouble there can be in such a huge kitchen.

Fool Sandwich is not stupid. He has definitely been corrupt in recent years. It is no wonder that he wants to squeeze Wang Chao away by any means.

Sir Sither surrendered gracefully, but made one final request: that he not be moved out of the kitchen.

This was not a problem, Wang Chao readily agreed.

But new problems came immediately.

The Hogwarts employees, headed by Professor McGonagall, had enough to eat and drink but did not go to work.

Instead, they sat together and started gossiping about who the new chef was, whether he was a boy or a girl, whether he had any male or female friends, how old he was, etc.

But what is most studied is what to have for dinner.

Dumbledore finished the salad, looked up and asked, "Wang Chao, what should we have for dinner?"

Wang Chao's head was full of black lines, you are not professors, you are just a bunch of pigs. Before finishing lunch, you started thinking about the evening.

"I decided to make a meal of dumplings tonight. In our country, dumplings symbolize good luck, prosperity and reunion. Let's just celebrate my official becoming the head kitchen manager of Hogwarts."