Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 589 Eating Hot Pot in the Auditorium
Time: 6:30, in the auditorium.

While others were still discussing the content of today's class.

Ryan was still eating slowly.

He didn't understand why the other students at Hogwarts hadn't noticed this - the food lately had been delicious, ridiculously delicious.

How can they simply attribute the change in taste to the kitchen being more attentive due to the arrival of the other three schools?
You know, this is a delicacy that cannot be achieved by ordinary skills.

Throughout history, this has been a level that can only be achieved with the Hufflepuff Cup.

There are no advanced alchemical tools in the world specifically for cooking. Only Hufflepuff.

Perhaps the Chinese magic world, where food is everything, might have such a prop? (Because Rowling set up that there is no magic school in China, and someone didn’t want to make a weird one, and China’s current timing is also awkward, so I won’t set up another one.)
This golden cup is really amazing. If it is placed in the Chinese Cooking Master Boy, it can even serve as the legendary kitchen utensil.

It contains the magic of maximizing the deliciousness of each ingredient and harmonizing with each other.

Now it sits in the kitchen closet.

It returned to the magic array where it was first created.

Now, all food cooked in the Hogwarts kitchens is affected by the magic of the Hufflepuff Cup.

Look, even Snape, who has always held himself to almost ascetic standards, now has a double chin.

The kitchens specially built on Beauxbatons' carriages and Durmstrang's ship to prevent acclimatization have been shut down for almost a week.

As for the redwood tree in Castrobuse, there was no kitchen in it.

Their school culture doesn't really care about food.

Ryan had even visited the Castelo Buche castle in the Brazilian rain forest during their lunch the other day.

The food in their canteen is very simple.

The meat is simply seasoned with some spices and a pinch of salt to remove the fishy smell.

During the ceremony, they would eat some barbecue (Lian learned this from the memories of the students who were eating).

The staple foods are rice, black beans and cassava flour.

The vegetables were blanched with some sour and spicy unknown sauce.

In short, this made Ryan, who originally wanted to try something new, feel tasteless.

Ryan originally thought that the various cold and low-fat foods in the Japanese Magic Institute would be the standard for magic school diets.

Unexpectedly, Castrobus is not much behind.

The last time he had this feeling was when Ryan on a whim created an extra body last year and went to the magic institute.

I want to try some Japanese specialties.

After all, its diet pretty much originated in China, so it shouldn’t be bad.

But Ryan only had a variety of sushi and sashimi.

All were cold. So were the vegetables.

After checking his memory, Ryan discovered that all aspects of Japanese magic were similar to temples.

Although we don’t abstain from meat and fish, we do advocate ignoring desires, and appetite is one of them.

As he was thinking about it, Ryan ate another bite of tripe with relish.

That’s right, tripe does not appear as a separate food in the UK, and it is not called this name.

While others were enjoying English and French meals, Ryan enjoyed authentic Chongqing hotpot.

Hot, bright red butter pot bottom.

It now overlaps with the kitchen, sharing the gourmet aura from the Hufflepuff gold cup.

Burning under the pot is the ever-lasting Gublai fairy fire.

For the dipping sauce, Ryan chose a simple sesame oil and minced garlic.

For drinks, Ryan chose canned cola from the freezer at PepsiCo's headquarters in New York, USA.

Freshly baked, just taken out of the cupboard, still steaming cold.

This is what is called authentic.

Potatoes, duck blood, goose intestines, beef and shrimp slides swim in the red ocean.

A translucent TV was floating in the air, playing the movie "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban".

But the people around him ignored him and everything in front of him. Even Penelope, Kate, Hermione, Luna and even Fleur were not around.

But to be precise, they all have Ryan by their side.

Ryan, who was eating hot pot and almost singing, was separated on purpose in order to enjoy the joy of eating alone.

It was a wonderful experience to watch the Prisoner of Azkaban in my third year at Hogwarts.

Ryan now thought of the real "Prisoners of Azkaban".

The average nighttime temperature in September in the UK is 10°C.

And now they were in the icy North Sea again.

In addition, there was a shortage of food and clothing.

Thinking of this, even Ryan, who is not a religious person, couldn't help but say "Amen".

In order not to hurt his only compassion, Ryan chose to change the channel.

The Azkaban that flashed across the translucent TV in front of him disappeared.

It was replaced by the principal's office.

Maybe he was worried that he wouldn't have enough time.

This time Harry arrived at the headmaster's office early.

Fox is also here this time.

Perhaps it was because of Harry's shallow phoenix-like magic that could not bring him immortality, Fawkes and Harry were particularly close.

It flew over his head affectionately and used Harry's head as a bird's nest.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on a high-back chair with his hands on the long table, looked suspicious.

He seemed to be wondering whether his family was related to the Potter family.

Harry, who was playing with Fawkes, felt a tightness on his back.

He noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him strangely.

"Dumbledore, what are you -"

"Ahem, I just wanted to teach you something?
Horcruxes first, or some useful little tricks." Dumbledore said.

As soon as his voice sounded, his eyes turned to the cabinet next to the door.

Harry followed the look and saw the door of the cupboard open of its own accord.

Then there was the bright silver light.

And the light comes from a shallow stone basin in the cabinet.

There were strange carvings on the rim of the basin: all letters and symbols he didn't recognize.

However, it wasn't the letters and symbols that most curious Harry.

But what shape is the glowing thing in this basin?

At first glance, it looks like a piece of bright silver, seemingly solid.

But upon further inspection, it was discovered that it was constantly flowing, like ripples on the surface of water in a breeze, which again seemed like liquid.

But further observation revealed that it dispersed and swirled softly like a cloud, which made it look like gas.

In short, it is like light turning into liquid, and at the same time like wind condensing into solid.

However, this stone basin gave Harry a sense of déjà vu.

It reminded him of the summer vacation after the end of the school year, "Is this stone basin the one from the Yin Corpse Cave?

But what is inside this?"

“Haha, that’s not it.

Although it does look very similar, it is called the Pensieve, and I think it is the most useful invention of my time, no doubt about it.

Second only to the Deluminator I gave you.

You also seem to have invented a spell out of it—the Dark Spell?

I heard Sirius say it was very creative. "Dumbledore said, "As for what's inside, it's my idea."

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