Rolf Scamander was the grandson of Newt Scamander, who had once defeated the first Dark Lord.
Despite carrying such a halo, he kept an extremely low profile.
He had caused quite a stir when he first enrolled, but now he seemed just like any ordinary student.
He did not compete for glory and was a true Hufflepuff.
He was only interested in magical creatures and did not care much about studying.
His attitude was very similar to Cedric's.
"Want to go take a look tonight?"
"The kitchen? Then we'll have to get there early."
None of them had much interest in Quirrell. What interested them instead was the noise that sounded in the middle of the night.
Not long after midnight, four small figures quietly slipped into the kitchen.
"Mate, what are you looking at?"
Vincent looked away from one of the long tables. "Nothing. I just thought something felt different here."
George sat in his usual seat. "What could be different?
Students rarely come here, let alone professors."
"Fine." Vincent enlarged the little wooden door. "Same as usual?"
The twins' eyes immediately lit up. "Can we have something new?"
"Hermione?"
"I'll eat whatever."
After thinking for a moment, he went inside.
Today was a day worth celebrating.
Tomato and egg noodles were nutritious, but eating them every day had long since grown tiresome.
So, he changed things up.
He diced the tomatoes and slowly simmered them with butter over a low flame.
Then he added onion and kale for flavor, creating a pot of tomato-and-butter soup base brimming with British flavor.
Sliced cod, simply marinated beef slices, deboned chicken wings, and other ingredients were automatically arranged on little plates.
When searching for vegetables, Vincent was dumbfounded.
Artichokes, cauliflower, beetroot... he had never seen such things in his previous life,