Hogwarts: Harry brings H3 magic

“”Harry, where are you going?” Hermione looked at the direction Harry was about to leave in confusion.

This road is not the way to the library..

“I won’t go to the library this afternoon. I’ll go there in the evening.” Harry waved his hand and said

“Harry, are you going to ask the professors for extra lessons?” Ron asked casually. After class, Harry would either go to the library or ask the professors for extra lessons. He was used to it.

“No, I’m going to the kitchen.” Harry shook his head and gave an unexpected answer.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” Ron’s eyes slowly lit up. Could this be the answer he was thinking of? What he didn’t know was that he was so excited that his hands were shaking slightly.

“Salier doesn’t have much food left, so I’m going to make some for her. Well, I’ll make dinner for her as well.” Harry said, and then he paused for a moment. He originally just wanted to make food for Salier, but since he was already in the kitchen, it was a good idea to make dinner for himself. It would be nice to change the taste.

“I’ll go with you.” Ron almost blurted out

“I’ll go too!” Hermione also made a firm voice.

Books can be read at any time, but the dishes cooked by Harry cannot be eaten at any time!

As a smart Miss Granger, she knows how to make a choice.

“Huh?” Harry glanced at the two of them.

“Cooking takes a long time. You can only wait there and can’t help. You might as well read a book.”Harry suggested.

Hermione hesitated. What Harry said seemed to make sense.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave one for you when the time comes.” Harry waved his hand and said.

Hearing that there was a portion for her, Hermione did not insist, but said in a reserved tone:”The amount can be a little bit bigger than what I usually eat.”

Hermione was afraid that Harry would misunderstand, so she stretched out her left hand and made a little hand shape with her thumb and index finger.

“Oh.” Harry nodded indifferently. It didn’t matter to him whether he did more or less.

“Harry, I’ll follow you!” But Ron was still determined to follow Harry to the kitchen.

“Really?” Harry glanced at him, understood his insistence, and said nothing more. He nodded and took Ron to the kitchen.

Hermione went to the library alone.

“”Ron, what do you want to eat?” Harry asked Ron casually on the way to the kitchen.

He originally wanted to make something to eat, but now that Ron was by his side, he naturally had to ask him what he wanted to eat.

Ron smiled a winner.

This was the sentence he was waiting for!

Hermione was still too young to know the unspoken rules of some things.

As long as she followed the chef, the chef would naturally take care of the tastes of the people around her.

This was the conclusion he came to from helping Molly with housework.

“Phoenix eggs!”Ron still remembers the first time he ate the Phoenix eggs made by Harry.

This was the first time Harry cooked for him, and he had a special feeling for it.

Although it was just Harry’s leftover lunch,

“”Hmm, is there anything else? I’m afraid that Phoenix eggs alone won’t be enough to fill you up, right?” Harry asked.

Actually, I can eat until I’m full.

Ron thought silently in his heart.

But since Harry said so, he would be embarrassed not to ask for a few more dishes.

“Then let’s have beef, and fish.”Ron said that he likes to eat any meat.

Who can resist the delicious meat?

“”Okay.” Harry nodded obediently.

Ron made a Y-sign with his fingers happily.

Harry was thinking silently about the dishes to be cooked tonight.

Ron wanted to eat phoenix eggs, beef, and fish.

Then make beef with scallions and pan-fried hairtail, plus eight-treasure tofu, three fresh vegetables, and eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, which should be enough.

You can make more beef and bring it back for Salier to eat.

Just let the house-elves apply a layer of insulation to it to keep it fresh.

In addition to Apparition, house-elves are more skilled in household magic.

After all, maintaining the daily life of Hogwarts is their job.

Harry entered the kitchen, and all the house-elves looked at Harry with a pilgrimage eye.

“Dear Mr. Potter, you are here again today. Do you want to cook for me personally?”A house elf appeared in front of him with a snap and said respectfully

“”Yes, Wayne, get me a stove and a worktop.” Harry called out his name, and the house-elf was moved to tears.

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“Of course, it is Wayne’s honor to fulfill Mr. Porter’s request.”Wayne bowed and said, with a click, the nearest workbench was instantly cleared, and then the stove next to it was also cleaned up.

“Help me prepare beef and hairtail……”Harry told Wayne the requirements for the ingredients.

Wayne bowed again and disappeared, but various ingredients began to appear on the workbench.

Harry moved his fingers and gave himself an attack acceleration.

Start cooking!

In the evening, the tired senior students who had studied all day and the junior students who had played all day sat in the hall to eat hungry.

Lockhart sat in the professor’s chair and talked cordially with Dumbledore.

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Although Dumbledore was still eating, he only said a few words to Harry when it was almost time.

Harry and Ron went to the Gryffindor Hall and sat down.

“”Uh.” Ron burped and touched his round belly.

He was obviously full in the kitchen.

He couldn’t be blamed. The dishes cooked by Harry were placed in front of him. If he remained indifferent, it would mean that he looked down on Harry’s cooking skills.

Hermione didn’t touch the food on the table and waited for Harry to come back.

Since she knew that Harry was the chef of Peng’s Restaurant, she no longer doubted the dishes cooked by Harry.

When she saw Harry and Ron coming back, she stared at Harry with burning eyes.

She was hungry, and the physical energy consumed by brainpower was greater than that consumed by exercise.

Harry understood her eyes, He nodded affirmatively to her.

Then he snapped his left fingers, and several large plates appeared in front of him instantly, all filled to the brim.

He was afraid that Hermione would not have enough to eat.

After all, Hermione said a little bit, and he had no idea how much a little bit was. It was common sense for chefs to make more rather than less.

As soon as the dishes made by Harry appeared, the surrounding noises suddenly became quiet.

Those who could see the dishes in front of Harry stared at the plates of tempting dishes.

The fragrance instantly reached their noses, making them unable to help but breathe in the sweet air fiercely.

Damn, why do these dishes look so delicious? A few…