I'm just an internet cafe owner

When ordinary people have problems that are difficult to handle, these are the people who usually help them. Xiaoyuan seeks help from these people to increase her win rate. Only when her win rate is high can she encounter interesting opponents.

I just didn't expect to run into someone I knew while trying to improve my win rate today.

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Xiaoyuan: "Yo ho! I've run into the three of you again?"

Meanwhile, Kirito, who had been mocking them in the public chat, had already finished explaining the enemy's characteristics: "Everyone understands now, right? We're definitely going to lose this round, but there's one of these people we can still kill."

Ten minutes later

Li Shunsheng: "Yin! Send me the target's location."

Xiaoyuan's field of vision was exposed, and then...

Kirito: "Ignite! Sonic Speed ​​Overpowering, Four-Way Slash! Celestial Ascension!"

Kenshin: "Nine-Headed Dragon Flash! Twin Dragon Flash!"

Black: "Take this!"

Xiaoyuan and Hei died at the same time because Xiaoyuan had equipped a Thornmail, and Hei killed himself with a single blow.

Chapter 396 A Chef Arrives at Hogwarts

This LoL match was absolutely phenomenal, with Xiaoyuan using a single Berserker's Gauntlet and five Thornmails. She was like a god of war in a 1v5, but in reality, she was a purple potato ball incarnate. From level six onwards, all five opponents were chasing her down.

"Damn it! You three, I'll remember you. Don't let me ever see you again!"

In her impotent rage, although Xiaoyuan possesses an endless supply of Power outside the game, she still dies repeatedly when targeted within the game. Furthermore, her original form is too powerful, and the system's limitations make her feel extremely frustrated, preventing her from unleashing her full potential.

Fortunately, she won, after all, she was four against one.

Incidentally, the fact that we were matched with such an absurd lineup wasn't simply a matter of win rate; the system calculated that the two teams had a 70/30 chance of winning, making it a very challenging match. However, Kurogiri Kenshin set up early, leaving us with absolutely no chance of winning.

While they were having a good time, on the other side, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was looking at...

He seriously followed the pink-haired girl in front of him to learn.

"Come on, old man! Today, let Senior Xiaoyuan teach you how to be a mage!"

Unlike Hermione, Dumbledore didn't reject the magic in the internet cafe. Instead, he asked Madoka for advice like a student.

“Completely different magic. I never thought magic could be used like this.”

After Dumbledore's experimentation, he realized that the magic in his own world was nowhere near as good as what Madoka taught him. The only difference was that Madoka's teachings were slightly more violent.

It's not about how powerful the magic is; in Dumbledore's view, whether it's biting a melon or using what Madoka Kaname calls Starburst, the nature of killing is the same.

What truly attracted him was the form of magic, such as imbuing his fist with magic and throwing a punch at an enemy.

He had thought about it when he was young, but couldn't do it. However, after being guided by Senior Xiaoyuan and having his magic modified, he found it really interesting. It was as if he had found his childhood again.

Hermione, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. Was this really the beloved Headmaster Dumbledore? Why was he waving his fist? It was like seeing an eighty-year-old man on the street wielding a meteor hammer with great force—the image was too much to bear.

"Yes! Old man, add flames to your fists, then unleash the Flame Fist on them!"

"Is this move called Flame Fist? How interesting."

Although Dumbledore is old, his heart is young; he even found the feeling of his youth in the internet cafe.

However, while he was casting a spell, he suddenly received a message from TT.

"Hello, does your world have any special delicacies? May I visit your world?"

It was Erina Nakiri who made the inquiry. Actually, the young master also wanted to ask, but he'd been too busy lately. So, Erina Nakiri got the better deal this time.

"Is it good food?"

After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore gave an affirmative answer: "Of course, you are welcome to visit my world anytime!"

Dumbledore had his own thoughts. Based on his observations, this internet cafe was likely connected to some so-called other world. Merlin's beard; the peace here was beyond his imagination.

Everyone gains power not to conquer the world, but to change the tragedy of their own world. Of course, the lovely person in this shop can visit his world.

"No problem, dear lady, you are welcome to visit Hogwarts anytime. I will send the best guide to show you around."

"Thank you so much! If I can make delicious food in your world, I will share it with you as soon as possible."

Erina Nakiri smiled. She had also inquired about the worlds of Sakura Kinomoto and Li Shunsheng. These two worlds were rather special Earths, and there was no difference in the ingredients.

But Hermione and Dumbledore live in a different world. This world is said to be a magical world with magical food, and she is very curious about what magical food would look like.

Actually, Dumbledore also had his own little selfish motive, because he also loved food.

As Dumbledore returned to his own world after a day at the internet cafe, he noticed a change in the proportions of time. This magic school did possess some time-related magic, but he had never seen anything like this internet cafe magic that required no cost—even if it was just a simple reduction of the time scale.

At the same time as Dumbledore's return, Erina Nakiri also applied to come to Hogwarts.

"Hello, sir."

Erina Nakiri greeted Dumbledore with great respect, and Dumbledore, without any airs of seniority, replied, "Welcome to the magical world. I will send someone to be your guide."

"Thank you very much. Do you have a kitchen here? May I take a look at the food?"

"Of course! If you don't mind, I can show you around the school."

Thank you very much.

Dumbledore was happy to interact with the other world, especially since the girl in front of him was a chef, and he could feel the cheers of food emanating from her.

The ingredients in the kitchen are all very ordinary, but because of the presence of magic, there are sometimes special preparations and foods.

These are…

Erina Nakiri's eyes widened when she smelled the food. Although the food was exactly the same, the acidity, texture, and taste had all changed subtly.

Don't underestimate these subtle changes; in the hands of an experienced chef, they can transform a dish dramatically.

In that instant, Erina Nakiri entered a state of focus. She conjured various tools out of thin air, such as a kitchen knife, a wok, and an oven, and then quickly selected flour, milk, sugar, and honey from the kitchen.

Under Dumbledore's incredulous gaze, a dessert was made in just over ten minutes.

The simple honey milk cookies were delicious, after Erina Nakiri took a bite.

Seeing the freshly baked, fragrant cookies, Dumbledore secretly took one and put it in his mouth: "Mmm! Delicious! You made them very well. They remind me of the cookies my mother used to make when I was a child."

It had been so long that he had forgotten what his mother's cookies tasted like, but the taste of this cookie involuntarily brought back those memories.

Erina Nakiri shook her head: "No, it's still far from perfect. I haven't brought out the full flavor of the ingredients. May I ask if I can come here to cook some dishes these days?"

Dumbledore

Duo smiled and said, "Of course, but I have a small condition."

"what?"

"Could I have a portion of the food you've prepared as well?"

"No problem~"

Erina Nakiri smiled and suggested, "If possible, I can provide one or two dishes for your school's students."

Are you sure you're okay on your own?

Erina Nakiri put on a red headscarf, her eyes revealing a determined expression: "One hour every day, I will prepare a dish for your students."

"No problem, you can use any ingredients you like. But you can add more vegetables."

Erina Nakiri sensed the old man's 'mischievous intentions'; he was practically a playful old man. But she liked the feeling, so she gave him an OK sign. She was confident that even if it was all vegetables, she could make it taste delicious.

Erina Nakiri has found another job, and working in the ghoul world is no longer a challenge for her. She simply needs to hone her skills in cooking, which greatly reduces the difficulty once she's mastered the techniques.

But this place is different. The ingredients here have a very different taste and texture, which is a big challenge for her compared to those familiar dishes.

However, preparing delicious food was not only a significant challenge for her, but also for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At dinner that day, the first thing Hermione did after class was to call out to Harry Potter and Ron.

"You two, hurry up."

"what happened?"

Ron was a little confused. "Hurry up what? It's almost lunchtime. The school food is not bad, but it gets boring after a while."

Hermione whispered, "I heard that a chef came to the kitchen and will make a special dish for us every day."

"Chef? Is it good?"

Harry Potter was also curious, but Hermione said seriously, "It's delicious, so delicious it reminds you of your mother's cooking."

A group of people arrived at the restaurant. Today was different from usual; the restaurant had a large number of small dishes covered with lids.

Hermione didn't hesitate at all and rushed over to grab three servings.

Seeing Hermione's reaction, Ron couldn't help but complain, "It's just a dish. If the dish reminds me of my mother's cooking, that would be a disaster. Is it really necessary to get so worked up about something like that?"

Hermione scolded, "Ron! You'll soon find out just how wrong your arrogance is."

They were already seated when Hermione opened the lid, and a golden light flashed, causing both boys to look shocked.

Hermione was much better off, because when Erina Nakiri was cooking in the kitchen, she secretly went over to take a look and ate some of it.

That's why she knew all too well how outrageous Erina Nakiri's cooking was. A golden light more magical than magic, and a deliciousness more magical than magic.

When Ron saw that the golden light revealed mashed potatoes, he was about to make a sarcastic remark when Hermione picked up a spoon, scooped up some mashed potatoes, and stuffed them into Ron's mouth.

In that instant, Ron finally understood why Hermione valued this dish so much: because… he saw his mother. Yes, his mother was strict, but at that moment, he saw the mashed potatoes she had made for him.

The mashed potatoes I remember were delicious, just like the ones I eat now.

At the same time, Harry Potter's eyes widened. What did he see? He saw... his own parents?

They were holding him, nursing him, and the taste of breast milk seemed to be right on his lips. The mashed potatoes, which were supposed to be delicious, tasted bitter. It wasn't until he realized what was happening that he realized tears had gotten into his mouth.

Hermione ate in small bites, and although she didn't say anything, she knew that Ron and Harry Potter were convinced.

At that moment, Hermione was incredibly grateful to have the TT app and to have the food Erina Nakiri made; it was truly delicious. Even though there were lots of vegetables in the mashed potatoes, she couldn't taste any unpleasant smell, only the delicious flavor of the dish.

Chapter 397 The Chef Arrives at Hogwarts

Merlin's beard... Dumbledore felt it was the first time in his life he had seen so many students punctually in the dining hall.

If he went to the cafeteria now, he figured he wouldn't get anything to eat, but it wasn't a big problem since he was in the kitchen.

"Cooking techniques that are like magic! No, this isn't magic; it's bringing out the true flavor of the food to its fullest potential. It's amazing, absolutely amazing."

This was the first time Dumbledore had ever tasted such a high-level meal. The little girl in front of him was not from this world and had never even been exposed to magic, yet she could create such delicious food simply by eating and smelling it.