Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Harry swore that this was the happiest birthday he had ever had. Although his friends were no longer around, and some of them had not been heard from since the holidays, he was still very happy.

The day of his birthday was quite crazy: in the morning, they played all the recently released video games, and at noon they ate at home - all the food they ate was fried food and fast food, but the taste was very good. In the afternoon - they went to the amusement park together. Harry almost didn't get to ride the jumping machine, pirate ship and roller coaster because of his height and age - he was just allowed to play these overly exciting projects this year.

"So I said, you should eat more." Clooney held his hand in a funny way, holding a pineapple-flavored popsicle in his other hand and licking it around. "Look, people still think you are It’s a child!”

"I thought too -" Harry frowned in annoyance - Claudia was already much taller than him! But his height still seems to have slowed down, "But sometimes I really don't have an appetite."

He had been very hungry in the past few years, and even though he had adjusted a little in the past few years, his stomach would still occasionally protest against his appetite - which made him seem to eat in moderation.

"It's not that I don't want to eat." He said, "It's just that I have no appetite."

When it was time for dinner, Clooney booked a restaurant that looked very luxurious - after all, there seemed to be no one playing violin or music in an ordinary restaurant. The store is resplendent, with clear and fragile glass headlights shaped into various shapes and hung in the air on silver and gold chains - but it doesn't appear to be particularly bright. The tone inside may be due to the deep night. It looked a bit dark and mysterious, and the marble floor tiles looked particularly expensive - some people were even wearing formal clothes, which made Harry feel a little at a loss - no wonder Clooney had specially prepared a suit for him tonight. A small suit with a bow tie. These gentlemen and ladies even talked in soft voices, and the clearest sound coming and going was the sound of the gentlemen's leather shoes and the ladies' high heels hitting the ground.

This shop specializes in French cuisine, and Harry can't even understand the English on the menu - he has no idea what those strange names mean - they may have a certain brand of wine, or some With very few seasonings, he recognized several very common words for meat.

He thinks that these things with no names are more like cows chewing peonies to him: he doesn't think the black truffle is so delicious, nor does he feel how delicious the French foie gras is, but he loves it more. As for the onion soup and French tomahawk steak eaten with bread - they have a lighter taste and don't feel too greasy. And the taste of the onion soup is really unforgettable. The thick beige soup tastes very sweet, but it is perfectly blended with the salty and umami flavor to stimulate your taste buds.

"Fortunately, I didn't order whipped steak." Clooney looked at Harry's recipe and took a deep breath. He seemed to have a very similar preference for ingredients to Clooney. "The whipped steak is almost always raw - I I don’t like foie gras either, and the taste makes me feel a little creepy. The most important thing is that the ingredients they use make me feel a little unimaginable, even a little too cruel.”

The tables were not far apart, and Clooney's voice was not too loud, just enough for Harry to hear: "We can pack some crepes when we go back - they make delicious ones here. ! We can eat it tomorrow morning!"

But Harry's favorite was beef stew in Burgundy wine, and at his age he wasn't allowed to drink - and neither was Claudine. Simple white grape juice also tastes very sweet, but you can't deny the attraction of forbidden things to children, so Clooney ordered the "Buf bourguignon". The chef also came out to seek advice: According to him, this meal requires beef to be cooked in Burgundy wine over medium-low heat, and he is very interested in the chef's seasoning level.

The beef stew has a very strong flavor, but the beef itself is very tender and juicy. Occasionally, the fragrance of unknown fruits can be wafted out, and you can't taste the alcohol - although it is possible that they don't know what it is. It's the smell of alcohol. The white mushrooms in the beef stew provided another fungus-specific umami flavor to the soup - and the presentation of the meals was very beautiful, which made them involuntarily give a thumbs up to the chef.

Clooney's French seemed to be very proficient, and Harry didn't understand what they were talking about, but the tall blond man laughed after chatting for a while, and gave each of them a chocolate bar and a Ice cream with mint leaves.

Before leaving, Clooney also bought a lot of fresh oysters from the kitchen, and let Harry hold the sweet crepes topped with seasoned sweet sauce before returning home.

"Are we going to eat tomorrow?" Harry walked in front. He looked back and kept observing Crowney's direction, and asked, "What should we do with these oysters? There are too many!"

"People like to eat this when celebrating." Crowney easily carried the big bag of aquatic products. "We will eat this for supper tonight - it is fresh and delicious! I will just go back and fish it with water! They The ingredients in the store are all fresh!”

"It's your birthday! This is a day worth celebrating!" Clooney also liked the wine stew very much, and she ate a lot of it. Harry felt that maybe the alcohol in it had not been completely cooked out - because when she said this, she was already walking a little unsteadily.

"Lenny." He looked at her with some embarrassment, "I think you might be a little dizzy?"

The girl's eyes widened for a moment, and she immediately turned around with a flushed face: "Why do you say that to me! I just ate a lot and felt very happy! Isn't today's dinner delicious?"

"It's indeed delicious!!" Harry stared at the face that was getting closer and closer to him, "I just think you're a little weird now -"

The girl rushed in front of her with a big stride. She leaned forward and started to pull him: "You've already started talking nonsense, Harry! Go home quickly!"

Harry never knew this strong-looking girl was so strong! As soon as she pulled him, he felt as if he was about to be pulled away by her! He really had no choice but to follow the girl who was running faster and faster towards home.

When he opened the door, the lights inside lit up one by one. Some were small yellow lanterns with stars and moons, and some were colorful lanterns. Golden ribbons were crisscrossed around the cantilever beams - ha. Lee usually only sees these on the street or in stores at Christmas time.

And the spotlights that lit up finally shone on a very tall giant cake. Harry couldn't describe the size of the cake - he had never had any idea about this, but - the base of this cake was at least as large as his hands surrounding it. The circle is even bigger.

The outer layer of the cake seemed to be covered with a layer of chocolate shell, and even the chocolate decoration on the cake looked unique. Harry even saw a solidified ice cream bucket on it.

The top of this cake is written on a piece of black chocolate: Happy birthday, Harry! Under the big spotlight, the golden-red chocolate edge even reflected into a very simple lion shape projected on the top.