Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 54. Hagrid, your cooking is quite good.

"Have one, bro."

When Dudley saw Harry in the afternoon, he was chugging down the tea in one gulp and then casually handed him a biscuit.

"Thank you." Harry took the biscuit and started crunching it down.

Dudley handed Hermione another cookie: "Hermione, would you like one?"

"I've already eaten." Hermione shook her head, pretending to be casual, her eyes glancing at the cookies every now and then.

Her intuition told her that these cookies definitely didn't come from the Hogwarts kitchen.

"It tastes pretty good, did you make this, D-bro?" After finishing one cookie, Harry, feeling still not full, took a second one from Dudley.

"You know I'm not good with sweets. These were given to me by my Slytherin senior."

Dali picked up another piece and started eating.

Pansy had no idea how to make either black tea or cookies, so she asked a few senior students who were good at making desserts to make them for Dali.

He does not mean that.

Hermione suddenly asked, "Dullie, do you really like cookies?"

"No, it's just that I like to chew on something when I'm bored."

After finishing the last cookie and hearing the system notification that he had gained +2 experience points, Dali comfortably squinted his eyes.

Hogwarts doesn't have baguettes, or rather, the baguettes at Hogwarts aren't chewy enough, which Dudley finds very difficult to adjust to.

It's really tough without teething toys.

The three of them left the castle and crossed a field. At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they saw a small wooden house. This was Hagrid's house. A stone bow and a pair of rubber overshoes hung in front of the door.

As long as they don't go to the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts doesn't forbid young wizards from walking around the castle area.

Harry knocked on the wooden door, and they heard a tense struggle and a few low barks coming from inside. Then Hagrid's gruff voice rang out: "Back up, Baa, back up."

With a slight tremor in the ground, the wooden door opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's large, bearded face.

Hagrid was overjoyed to see Harry, Dudley, and Hermione.

"I thought you weren't coming. I mean, you finally came," Hagrid said awkwardly. He's always had a poor command of language, but you could tell he was very happy.

Hagrid is quite easy to talk to as long as certain points aren't touched.

They quickly invited the three of them inside.

Although it looks like a small wooden cabin from the outside, the space inside is actually much larger than the outside. Obviously, the house has been enchanted with a seamless stretching spell, otherwise a big guy like Hagrid would not be able to handle it.

"Professor Dumbledore helped me with this, isn't it pretty good?" Hagrid said hesitantly.

Entering the cabin gave the three the illusion of being in a land of giants, as almost all the household items were two or three times larger than those of a normal wizard.

Even for someone of Dudley's build, sitting on a stool felt like a child sitting on a large stool, let alone Harry and Hermione, whose feet were still quite a distance off the floor.

Although it was enchanted with the Unseen Stretching Charm, the hut only had one room. Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling water in a brazier, and a large bed was placed in the corner with bedding made of scraps of cloth.

Beside the table lay a large, fierce-looking dog.

Hagrid's pet, Tooth.

A guy who looks fierce but is actually a coward.

When the three entered the room, he glanced up at them, perhaps thinking they were not in any danger, and then lay back down to continue sleeping.

"This is Hermione."

Harry introduced Hagrid.

Hello, hello.

Hagrid greeted them while bustling about, pouring boiling water into a large teapot and placing rock-shaped, basin-sized "mini" cookies on a plate.

In fact, these "small" cookies are worthy of their shape.

This thing has a name that sounds hard, and tastes even harder—rock skin cake.

Hermione and Harry, seeing Hagrid's enthusiasm, felt embarrassed to refuse and, treating it as a larger pastry, each picked up a piece and put it in their mouths.

"So hard."

With one bite, both of their back teeth almost came out.

It felt like I wasn't eating cookies, but rather like I was eating stones.

Harry calmly put the rock cake back, and Hermione tried to do the same, taking it just as Hagrid saw her.

"Don't you like the cookies?"

Hagrid looked at Hermione pitifully; this rock bread was the best thing Hagrid's family could offer as a treat.

"I think."

Hermione felt a pang of pity, but she didn't want to hurt her teeth, so she racked her brains trying to figure out how to explain things to Hagrid without hurting him.

"Crunch. Crunch crunch."

Just then, I heard a scrubbing sound that made my ears ache. I thought someone was sharpening a knife or sawing wood.

Hermione stared blankly in the direction of the sound and saw Dudley chewing. He had already eaten half a rock cake.

this.

Hermione's feelings at this moment could no longer be described as shock.

Her father's comments about Dali Teeth also came to mind.

Those aren't teeth, they're hydraulic presses.

I've never seen anything he can't bite through.

I thought it was just my father exaggerating, but it turned out to be true.

"The cookies taste good, I like them very much."

Dudley slowly finished a piece of rock cake, and remarked with lingering satisfaction, "You have a real talent for cooking, Hagrid."

I've found it! The perfect substitute for the baguette, the new chew stick, is you, rock crust pastry!

"Really? I'm so happy! I thought my cooking wasn't good."

Hagrid was as happy as a child when he heard that his dessert had received such high praise.

Then his gaze fell on Hermione, or more precisely, on the rock cake in her hand.

He wanted to gain more recognition.

"I mean I'm on a diet, and Dudley likes to eat this." Hermione snapped out of her daze and quickly realized what she meant. She took a bite out of herself, but couldn't bite through it, leaving only a shallow tooth mark, and stuffed the rock-skinned cake into Dudley's hand.

That kind of food is something I absolutely cannot touch.

Clever as I am.

Dudley didn't stand on ceremony. He hadn't had enough of one piece yet, so he picked up the rock bread Hermione had given him and started eating it.

"I really like the taste."

I don't know if he was referring to food or implying something else.

As if remembering something, Hermione's face flushed red in an instant, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was just a simple visit. The group enjoyed sharing their experiences at Hogwarts. As dinner approached, they said goodbye to Hagrid. Before leaving, Dudley asked Hagrid for a large bag of rock bread, which were his precious chew toys.

Hagrid was very happy that his cooking skills were recognized, but he was also a little regretful that his life was so difficult that he didn't have anything better to offer them.

With reluctance, I bid farewell to the three of them.

Is Hagrid a poor man?

No, Dudley definitely didn't think so; he was probably the richest man in all of Hogwarts.

Despite the dilapidated appearance of Hagrid's house, many of the seemingly insignificant items are actually priceless.

For example, Yaya's doghouse is made entirely of unicorn hair, and that alone is worth at least several thousand Galleons.

If they could all be sold, it would probably cost tens of thousands of Galleons to acquire them.

Even Dudley was considering whether to ask him for some things to sell so he could buy materials to make potions.

(End of this chapter)