This Hogwarts is not normal

Draco forked the fluffy Yorkshire pudding batter and picked out a sausage with a crispy crust.

"Puff—" He opened his mouth and bit down, and the juice filled his entire mouth in an instant.

This is a delicacy, a delicacy that he doesn't know the name, but still enjoys it very much.

"You like to eat this?"

"Wayne!" Draco swallowed the sausage, raised his head and pointed his nostrils at the comer.

Vincent who "passed by" teased, "This dish has a very elegant name, do you want to know it?"

"Do not want to."

"I don't want to say it." He pointed to the sausages sandwiched in the batter, "Remember, it's called 'toad in the hole'."

"rua—" Draco began to retch.

Just looking at the shape and appearance, these sausages look like a group of little raffles.

"Fuck you! Wayne!"

"I just have something to say." Vincent pointed to a piece of black sliced ​​sausage, "This stuff tastes terrible, I suggest you better not eat it."

"Go away!" Draco slapped his big hand off, "You don't care what I like to eat!"

"Have a nice meal."

"Humph!"

Vincent left with a rather sinister smile on his face.

Draco looked down at his "toad in the hole".

Delicious is delicious, but really off-putting.

This toad-sausage is so tender and juicy, would the sliced ​​black sausage be unpalatable?

If he is not welcome to come over for a meal, just say it, and if it’s a big deal, just continue to be hungry.

Gently sniffing with the nose, the fragrance of oil after frying hits the soul directly.

This thing is unpalatable?

Draco took a bite, and his whole little face was twisted into a ball.

Such a fishy and greasy taste made his soul almost fly out.

"rua—"

Vincent looked back calmly.

"Oh, why do you keep persuading me?"

"Beautiful!" Fred and George high-fived each other.

This black pudding was made by Hufflepuff first year Justin Finchrey.

He's Scottish and even knows how to do "haggis".

It's just that the heat is almost there, always between raw and cooked.

Therefore, no one ate the two dishes that were ranked in the top ten of the dark cuisine world, so they should be given to Draco who didn't eat.

"Sed said he had an upset stomach and had already gone back to rest." Rove walked over with a regretful face.

"Merlin's big pants! Justin is murdering!"

Vincent smirked and pointed to the long Slytherin table where there were only a few people left.

"Pfft—you guys are good or bad~"

"Don't waste food!"

"Yes, you are right!"

Draco drank two large glasses of milk to barely suppress the taste in his mouth.

As expected of Wei En, he feigned a shot and thought it was a flat A, but it turned out to be a real big move.

There are still a few small desserts left in front of him, as well as a large meat ball with a smooth surface.

"meatball?"

In his eyes, Muggles are just stupid, so what if the surface is rounded, it's not like there is no way to divide the meatballs into normal sizes.

Just come to a wizard and put a division spell, isn't it smooth and even in size!

As soon as he cut a hole with a table knife, the densely packed minced meat poured out.

"Stuffed?"

It smells nothing, and it doesn't taste like black pudding, and the taste is still half-cooked.

Overall, it's okay, it's a food on the pass line.

Draco was finally able to finish a dish.

Now he is spreading jam on a salty scone.

After sweeping up these desserts, I can barely be full.

Seeing a few stupid lions looking over, he even stared back happily.

Vincent raised his volume slightly: "The haggis made by Justin is quite popular!"

"Sed has a weak stomach."

Rove said with fear on his face: "This half-cooked sheep offal is really scary, I think he can pull it until dawn."

Draco loosened his hand and dropped the small cake he was holding.

Haggis, a food that Muggles have had in the Middle Ages. ъ

Wrapping the broken viscera with sheep tripe, the taste is not strange, but it will make you feel sick if you know it.

half-baked...

"rua—"

Not wanting to wait until dawn, he stuck his fingers into his throat and forcibly spit out what he had just eaten.

"nausea!"

"It's dirty!"

The famous scene of him spitting out a rainbow in the auditorium was seen by Marcus and Blaise who came together.

"Draco?"

"It's me." He wiped his mouth with a napkin gracefully and calmly, "None of these foods can be eaten."

Blaise looked forward to all kinds of delicate desserts.

"I've eaten it all." Draco raised his face.

Hungry from noon to now, the two of them had to eat something no matter what.

"Don't touch the Yorkshire pudding, I licked it!"

"It's fine if you don't vomit!"

Marcus swallowed it in one gulp.

As the president of the Black Swan Club, Draco finally generously shared with the two of them.

"What's this smell?" Blaise looked at the scent.

At the Gryffindor long table, a few large pots were brought to cook food.

"Gooooo——" Marcus saw their ingredients, and instantly felt that the small cake in his hand was not delicious.

"Damn Wayne!" Draco bit off half of an apple pie viciously.

Vincent raised the volume a little more, "That's all that's left in the kitchen, everyone can eat whatever you want~"

The little badgers ran over aggressively.

Cedric, who took the lead, looked like he had been pulling all afternoon.

"How are you?"

"Madame Pomfrey happens to have a special medicine."

Draco hit hard, and the remaining half of the apple pie splashed Blaise's face.

"Hey, don't waste it!" He wiped his face, "Wayne and the others can go to the kitchen, so can we."

"Do you know how to get in?"

"do not know."

The three of them who ate more and more found it unpalatable finally finished their dessert with milk.

Not really, but a bit sour.

Why can their Gryffindors freely enter and leave the castle, and even touch their Slytherin dormitory many times?

The three of them left wrinkling their noses.

The ingredients for the compound soup will arrive tomorrow, and it is expected to be ready after the Christmas holiday.

At that time, just wait for Higgs to get the little thing on Vincent's body, and he can walk around in his face.

"Only for success, not for failure!"

Higgs smiled confidently, "I've already made a plan, and I'm afraid that things will lose their activity in a month."

"Don't worry." Draco took out a delicate small box, "This is an alchemy item that can keep fresh, and it won't be a problem for a whole year."

"Great!" Higgs took it back to the bedroom.

In a month's time, I have to get a few hairs.

At this time, Marcus poured cold water on him, "Wayne didn't use his full strength during the day, you should have guessed why?"

"Hmph—" Blaise looked disdainful, "They can't represent Slytherin!"

"But we can't represent the academy either."

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Wayne is dividing, and intends to completely isolate us true pure blood."

"Those traitors!" Blaise slammed his hands on the table, "If we teach them a lesson, the situation will be even worse, right?"

"Yes." Marcus shook his head feebly, "Straightforward, just like his character."

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