Do I Have That Honor?

"Hmm..." Dumbledore nodded gently, his bright blue eyes shining. "It's very good that you understand this!"

"Actually, I thought of something else... I want to give it a try!" Wizet said, taking out his wand.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, could you provide me with some flour, eggs, milk, and butter? Gurdyroot would be even better!"

"Of course, no problem!" Dumbledore tapped the table, and within a few breaths, all the necessary materials were laid out on the table.

"I've always wanted to imitate the taste of that bread, and that's probably why I failed..." Wizet murmured, looking at the ingredients on the table.

"After returning from the Mirror World, I realized one thing... No one's experience is exactly the same! So I can't imitate the taste of that bread exactly the same."

"What I need to do is to create my own unique flavor and my own unique incantation based on my own experiences..."

"Wingardium Leviosa, flour floats high into the sky, milk, butter, and eggs come, quickly respond to the call and gather together..."

With a wave of the wand, various materials floated into the air and slowly gathered into a dough.

"Shape the dough as you please, rotate and circle back to its original form, cut the Gurdyroot to extract its essence, its unique flavor brings you freedom..."

The dough became more and more even in color, and under the influence of magic, it twisted and stretched back and forth.

The Gurdyroot, integrated into it, shines like an emerald.

Wizet had a strange feeling; during the spellcasting process, he felt neither unfamiliar nor obscure, but only free and at ease.

Even the incantations for guiding magic came out effortlessly, without any difficulty in pronouncing them...

Once the dough was fully formed, he raised his wand high, and the dough tumbled and flew through the air, sometimes like a clumsy, Bludger, sometimes like a nimble Golden Snitch...

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, and a smile played on his lips as he watched the dough dance in the air.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, could you please help me?" Wizet wiped the sweat from her brow. The dough was slowly rising after being baptized by magic.

"Do you need me to start a fire?" Dumbledore's voice suddenly became hoarse, his eyes unfocused, as if recalling something. "I... am I deserving of that honor?"

Wizet smiled brightly. "Headmaster Dumbledore, shouldn't I be the one asking you for help? After all, you're the first person in the world to help me..."

"I owe my success this academic year to all the professors. Without their help, I wouldn't have been able to learn so much magic!"

"Very well! I'd be happy to oblige!" Dumbledore, giving an impeccable salute.

He waved his wand, and a beautiful orange-red Fiendfyre up, enveloping the swollen dough.

Like Phoenix rising from the ashes, the dough stretches and expands in the flames, undergoing a transformation.

The beautiful memories of this year are also transformed in the flames, turning into a purer emotion...

As the dough becomes increasingly crispy, making a "crunching" sound, the rich aroma of scallions permeates the entire room through the flames.

Wizet felt a surge of divine inspiration. He too was casting a spell, and the incantation naturally escaped his lips. "Curse evil thoughts to ashes, leaving only the purest soul..."

Headmaster's Office, all the principals who remained on the wall had woken up.

They seemed to smell the rich aroma of scallions as well, and looked on with curiosity at the two people baking bread.

"What on earth happened at Hogwarts?" a headmaster with a full head of black hair and a goatee asked. "The headmaster of Hogwarts was actually... baking bread?"

"How could he do House-elf' work? This school has actually... fallen to this level? Enough is enough! It would be better to just let our family continue..."

"Phineas Nigellus Black, just shut up!" the female headmistress said. "Aren't you surprised? Can't you smell the bread?"

"Dilys Derwent, what are you saying? We're already out of options..." Phineas Nigellus Black was about to retort when his expression suddenly changed. "How could this be..."

"We can sense the essence of the soul," Dilys Derwent said softly. "This year's Hogwarts has produced a remarkable student!"

"Heh! During my years as principal, I also had a... remarkable student!" Phineas Nigellus Black said defiantly.

"Okay! I understand, you can go ahead and get busy!" Dilys Derwent nodded casually, as if coaxing a child to take medicine.

"Heh!" Phineas Nigellus Black sneered, glanced at the bread in the fire again, and seemed to have made a great decision in his heart before disappearing from the picture frame.

The aroma of scallions was so intense that even Fawkes, who usually only ate herbs and berries, soared above the flames, his bright eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Weaving a culinary poem, infused with unique style and emotion!"

As Wizet finished reciting her last words, Dumbledore extinguished the flames.

A piece of bread floats quietly in the air, its surface covered with a crisp, flaky crust, its amber color making it incredibly tempting.

Smelling the rich aroma of scallions, Wizet heard his stomach rumble.

After fighting for a long time in the Mirror World and learning a great deal from Salazar Slytherin, he finally returned to the Headmaster's Office to cast a spell to bake bread...

He had neither eaten nor drunk anything along the way, but the aroma of the bread now made him feel extremely hungry.

"This was my oversight!" Dumbledore laughed and shook his head. "I wasn't even myself... I even forgot to give you a few candies."

He gently beckoned, and a plate appeared on the table, along with a piece of floating bread that he cut into several pieces.

"Eat up, this is your masterpiece! A very skillful Life Magic, you've learned a lot from Aberforth."

Wizet nodded, tearing the bread somewhat roughly, causing a lot of crispy crust to fall onto the table.

The aroma of wheat, scallions, and a hint of sweetness mingled together, and he felt the true taste of home from this bread.

Without a doubt, the Magic Bread was a great success.

Although it couldn't compare to Aberforth's bread, it had the flavor that Wizet wanted.

This experience of making Magic Bread allowed him to briefly touch the threshold of the soul, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"There's still plenty... You can eat slowly, don't rush." Dumbledore's tone was gentle as he pushed over a cup of tea and a few Fizzing Whizbees.

He seemed to have figured something out, and his voice became a few degrees deeper, "Actually, the reason I asked you to come here today was to let you see if you could trigger the magic on the Mirror of Erised."

"I just didn't expect... that I happened to be out, and that Fawkes happened to open the door for you... Sometimes things are like that, one 'coincidence' after another, but it just gets worse and worse..."