I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Christmas is fast approaching.

Professor McGonagall asked students to fill out this year's Christmas stay-at-home form.

The gradually cooling weather makes people wrap their scarves, and Slytherin's green scarves can always give people a cold feeling in snowy days.

In contrast, Gryffindor's red scarf is like a flame, which makes people feel warm.

Biting kale died down in winter, and Neville was finally no longer there to keep watch.

This made Hannah a little disappointed.

Two people meet under an oak tree.

"I won't be able to cook for you in the future." Hannah was full of regret.

Neville asked puzzled, "Why?"

"Because you will eat in the auditorium, you don't need me to cook."

"No," Neville said, shaking his head, "I like your cooking, I can eat more."

Hannah was embarrassed by the love words that didn't know whether they counted or not. She stretched out her finger and said to Neville, "Then we have an agreement, and you will have to eat the meals I cook in the future."

Neville turned his head a little shyly, and said, "I promise you."

The fingers of the two touched together, and the hook made an oath.

On the second day, a scent wafted in the auditorium.

Malfoy walked in and said excitedly, "Today's meal is good."

He sat down and couldn't wait to find out which dish the flavor was coming from.

Following the taste, his ass kept moving on the stool.

Finally, he stopped and stared at the unusual lunch box.

Looking up and looking around again, he had already sat at the long table in Gryffindor, next to the stunned Ron Weasley.

"What are you looking at!" Malfoy complained first, and said to Neville, "What are you, why does it smell so good?"

Not only him, many people are attracted by this smell.

Neville felt a little embarrassed, he protected his lunch box and said vigilantly, "I brought this myself."

"Cut, who cares."

Malfoy said sourly, not taking his eyes off Neville's lunch box for a moment.

Don't talk about him, Ron almost drooled.

"Look, John."

Malfoy exclaimed, Neville turned his head, and he struck with lightning speed.

Before his fork touched the stew in the lunch box, he was grabbed by Neville's big hand, and then he threw him back to the Slytherin table by his collar.

Malfoy looked skeptical about life.

"No, why do I feel that Neville is improving a bit these days?"

Malfoy admitted that Neville was very strong, and only in terms of physical warfare, Neville was second only to John.

But it's not abnormal to this extent.

It's okay to say that it didn't work just now, and he was thrown out with one hand.

John also felt that Neville seemed to have changed a bit, so he said that the Longbottom family had contacted the clothing store again to prepare new clothes.

Neville also grew visibly in size and height.

In the past, Neville conservatively estimated 1.8 meters, but now it is estimated that he has broken through to 1.9 meters.

"Humph."

There was a smug laughter from the side. John looked over and saw Daphne holding a box mysteriously.

He had a strange expression on his face, and asked strangely, "Daphne, what's wrong?"

"Actually, I prepared it for you too," Daphne said confidently, "something even more delicious than Neville's lunch box."

She thought John would praise herself, but she didn't expect John to look complicated, and said, "You just need to play normally, don't force yourself."

Daphne: "?" What is normal play?

Even Malfoy nodded in approval, and said deeply: "Don't force yourself, there is no happiness in forcing yourself."

Malfoy who said this was hanging upside down in the hallway, thinking that what he and John said meant the same thing?

Why did you hang yourself here?

This is not fair!

"John, this time is different." Daphne said firmly, "This time will definitely open your eyes."

John took a deep breath and said with the determination to die: "Well, I believe in you Daphne, just like you believe in me."

Upon hearing this, Daphne smiled.

She slowly opened the lunch box she had carefully prepared.

At this moment, the entire Slytherin table held their breath.

They gathered around, staring at the lunch box motionlessly.

Astoria clasped her hands together, showing a pious expression, praying that her sister would be able to prepare delicious dishes this time.

Pansy was so nervous that she grabbed Theodore's hand. She was even more nervous now than she was when she kissed for the first time.

Slughorn at the teacher's desk couldn't help standing up, looking at Slytherin from a distance, not knowing what they were doing.

Hannah closed her eyes even more.

In my mind, I recalled the various dishes that Daphne made during this time with Daphne.

Chocolate rice rolls, stir-fried blueberries with tomatoes, stir-fried udon noodles with cuttlefish juice, stewed wasabi, mangosteen and mangosteen, watermelon, mango, dragon fruit and three delicacies...

All kinds of strange and shocking dishes flashed one by one.

Tears of regret dripped from the corners of Hannah's eyes.

From the day she opened the door, she stepped into hell.

"Hannah, what's wrong with you?" Ernie couldn't figure out Hannah's sudden sadness.

Hannah wiped away her tears, smiled brightly, and said to her friend, "It's good to be alive."

and many more.

What have you been through?

You are only 17 years old!

Ernie would never understand what Hannah was feeling at the moment.

With Daphne fully opening the lunch box.

A blinding light shoots straight from the lunch box...impossible.

Inside the lunch box is full-grained rice, paired with the stewed meat learned from Hannah. The stewed meat sauce is poured on the rice, and a few broccoli are used as decorations. The large pieces of meat make the index finger move.

Simple but tempting taste buds.

Everyone's eyes widened, and Astoria hugged Pansy next to her and wept with joy.

"What happened to them?" Slughorn still didn't figure it out, and there was no game, what are you happy about?

The Slytherins thundered into applause, and they cheered like Christmas early.

"Stable, this game is stable!"

Blaise was very excited, and finally one day he saw a dish that was not dark from Daphne's hands.

What's more, he wants to eat it when he sees it, so John will definitely be conquered too.

When the time comes for Daphne to end her single life, it will not be a dream to give back to many Slytherin students who secretly fell in love.

Everyone looked at John fieryly, and none of them dared to urge, but their eyes fully expressed what they wanted to say.

eat it!

John was also surprised. He didn't expect Daphne to cook normally.

Even if you don't have a sense of taste, seeing the soft stewed meat is still a bit tantalizing to your taste buds.

John picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat into his mouth under the eyes of everyone.

His eyes widened.

Looking at Daphne in disbelief.

Daphne raised her head proudly, it seemed that her special training really worked.

Look, John was taken aback.

What surprised John was not how amazing the taste was, but the magic power hidden in the rice and meat.

"It contains not only nutrition, but also magic power."

John stared at the rice and snapped off one with his fingers. There was nothing special in it.

Just plain rice.

So why the change?

John asked Daphne, "You did this?"

"Of course..." Daphne's voice became smaller and smaller, "Hannah gave me some help."

She tried to show with the gap between her fingers how little that helped.

But John has been attracted by Hannah in Daphne's words.

"How did you do it?" John asked.

Daphne recalled for a while, and said: "It is to prepare the meat first, and then..."

"No, I want to ask you, do you use anything special?"

"Special?" Daphne wondered, "I don't remember anything special."

John was thoughtful, "Since it's not a special material, it's magic."

He looked at Hufflepuff's long table, Hannah is good at kitchen magic?

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