A sharp Hogwarts

The rules of this magic duel, or in other words, this Shoji halberd, are actually not complicated.

Dishes are limited to one dish and the time is [-]pm.

Dishes will be randomly selected half an hour before the duel begins.

Both colleges will cross-designate each other’s contestants, a total of two people.

The result is determined by the votes of the four deans and Professor Dumbledore.

"Magic Duel...Two from each academy."

Hermione repeated in a low voice, looking around worriedly.

"Is this a random draw and might we be in the competition?"

"Don't worry, I think most of you junior students are fine-"

Lee Jordan said, looking at Hermione who seemed startled and smiling apologetically.

"This duel is to resolve game disputes, and the participants are limited to those who were on the Quidditch pitch at the time."

"The lower grades...most of them are fine..."

Dalia was stunned for half a second and then reacted immediately.

"Slytherin chose Harry?! Harry is going to participate in this Shogun?!"

"They didn't say it directly, but in Slytherin fashion, Harry would be [-] percent chosen."

"Who is the other person?" Hermione frowned and asked curiously.

"I don't know. We won't know the complete list until breakfast is over."

Lee Jordan sighed helplessly, turned his head and nodded his chin in the direction of Wood and others.

"Fortunately, except for Harry, all the other players present are at least third grade. We actually have an advantage."

"Anyway, I heard that Wood is planning to pick two stupid orangutans from Slytherin as opponents——"

Li made some exaggerated gestures and continued with a relaxed expression.

"One against two, it's actually not that difficult."

In magical cooking showdowns, it’s knowledge, not numbers, that matters.

Perhaps, Gryffindor House's record in Quidditch matches in recent years is not particularly good.

However, in the "Magic Food" duel, Gryffindor still maintained the highest winning rate and wins among the four houses.

Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's magical research, the variety of dishes in Gryffindor House, which is famous for its spicy food, has skyrocketed this century. The scene of Gryffindor students leapfrogging to challenge the upper grades and winning, in Hogwarts Not unusual, which is why Wood agreed to a "kitchen knife showdown" to decide the winner.

Even if Slytherin chose Harry, a first-year student, to reduce their combat power, any senior student would be enough to sweep the same level.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you see Harry? Isn't he up yet?"

Dahlia looked around. Everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team was in the common room, except Harry.

Well, that guy Ron didn't see it either - but they were always inseparable.

"Oh, Harry seems to have been dragged into make-up lessons by Percy."

Li shrugged and explained casually.

He winked at Daria and Hermione and grinned.

"Although Harry is just making up the numbers, he is still an assistant after all. Percy hopes that he can temporarily help him improve..."

"In fact, Percy seemed worried that Harry wouldn't be able to identify basic seasonings and ingredients—"

At this moment, a voice with a deliberately long tone came from next to the three people.

Dalia turned her head and realized that the Weasley twins had come over at some point.

"Sugar and salt must at least be distinguished clearly. If the judges find a finger on the plate..."

"At most, it's fingernails. I suggest throwing them into Snape's dish——"

"Good idea, he won't be able to give us high marks anyway."

The two spoke quickly in harmony, making Dalia and Li laugh.

However, Hermione obviously didn't think this was funny.

"Harry has not been exposed to senior cooking," Hermione said seriously, "I have read in books that when seniors cook dishes, the enchantment of magic knives and the magical processing of ingredients are also crucial, and there are There may be danger. I think you are a little too optimistic. If the time comes..."

"Oh - Miss Granger, you should ask Percy to borrow a book: "The Prefect's Future Plan at Hogwarts"."

"Yes, you sound exactly like Percy. Maybe you will be a prefect in a few years."

"I guess there may be little Ron, too. Percy has been talking to him yesterday."

"Mom will be pleased, but I doubt Ron will do it."

The Weasley twins talked to each other one by one, obviously not feeling that there was any suspense in tonight's magic dish showdown.

In fact, most Gryffindor students, and even students from other houses, seemed to think so.

There was a high atmosphere of excitement in the Great Hall as Hermione and Daria entered.

People were running around talking about tonight's "Quidditch supplementary duel", chattering and being extremely chaotic.

Gryffindor House's "Eating Halberd" winning rate is so high that almost no one is optimistic that Slytherin can complete the reversal.

As Lee Jordan said, the upperclassmen in Gryffindor had too great an advantage - after all, Dumbledore graduated from Gryffindor House.

As soon as Dahlia and Hermione sat down, Harry and Ron followed Percy into the Great Hall.

The three of them quickly separated. Percy walked towards Wood, while Harry and Ron ran to Dahlia's side and sat down.

"Hey, the special training is over so soon?"

"It looks good?"

Dahlia and Hermione asked one after the other, noticing that Harry and Ron were in quite good moods.

"No problem at all -" Ron said confidently.

"Distinguish ingredients and seasonings, and handle simple dismantling and pounding tasks."

Harry clasped his fingers and said seriously. He smiled at Dalia and nodded, speaking easily.

"Percy said, I am the assistant today. As long as we don't make mistakes, we can win."

"Slytherin is asking for his own death... hum."

Ron hummed, glanced provocatively at the Slytherin table at the other end of the hall, and said triumphantly.

"They may still have a chance to win in the rematch, but if it's a showdown with magic food..."

"Don't talk about Wood and Angelina...even George and Fred can crush them."

"I have an unknown premonition——"

Hermione said calmly, following Ron's gaze to the Slytherin table.

"Have you noticed that the Slytherins are also very excited? Isn't this unreasonable?"

"Hermione, when did you awaken your prophetic talent?"

Ron curled his lips and waved his hands disdainfully.

Slytherin could hardly win against Gryffindor in a competition with magic dishes in the same grade.

In terms of seasonings, cooking skills, and alternative recipes, Gryffindor can crush Slytherin in all aspects in the same grade.

The advantage was so great that Ron couldn't think of any possibility of Gryffindor losing.

until……