As the nominal owner, Vincent deeply felt the wisdom of the magical creatures.
If even a mere owl needs to be coaxed, how busy must Mr. Newt Scamander, who supposedly has a huge trunk, be?
"Rolf, may I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
Vincent held up his briefcase. "I just want to ask, how much space did your grandfather, Mr. Scamander, create in his briefcase using the Undetectable Extension Charm?"
"Uh—" Rolf rested his chin on his hand, his eyes looking upward as he was lost in memories.
"I don't know the specifics, but I remember it was very, very big. When I was little, I kept several fire dragons."
Vincent looked around. "Is it as big as this?"
"Probably not—"
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Rolf nodded firmly again.
"Definitely! It actually has several floors inside!"
How many floors?
Three floors.
The sky, the ground, the earth, and even a small river where the Kelpie lives.
Feeling suffocated Vincent gasped for breath several times. "You're not comparing yourself to this place, you're comparing yourself to the entire Forbidden Forest?"
"Yes." Rolf looked at his suitcase. "My grandfather's suitcase was about the same size as yours."
However, it looked much older, and it never closed properly.
"Stop talking, I'm starting to feel a little inferior."
I thought just making a room-sized dollop would be impressive, but I never expected Newt Scamander to go this far.
Although he hadn't yet begun learning the Undetectable Extension Charm, Vincent already knew some of the basic principles.
Simply put, it involves stretching or folding a large space and finally shrinking it into a small space.
It can be nested, but it will become increasingly unstable.
Newt Scamander dared to use it to raise magical creatures, he must have used some kind of magic to stabilize the spatial structure.
Vincent stared blankly at his Mithril Briefcase.
Using the Undetectable Extension Charm on such a metal with strong affinity for magic should result in very high initial stability.
If space-stabilizing magic is used, it might be even larger than Hogwarts with the Black Lake.
The box was opened, and tens of thousands of people walked out...
Just thinking about it, Vincent felt that this curse was incredibly powerful.
If any dark wizard dislikes someone, they can simply use Phantom Manifestation to throw the box at them.
As expected of the Wizarding World, they are far superior to a cartload of bread-men from Muggle!
"Hey, your pot's going to burn!"
Hearing Hermione's reminder, he calmly sipped a small bowl of water from the tip of his cane.
Since the sauce has all burned off, let's switch from frying to braising.
The three tomatoes floating in mid-air were smashed more and more until they turned into a thick liquid.
It combines with the water in the pot to become a freshly squeezed sauce.
It's sweet and sour, very appetizing.
Cedric, who was nearby, felt an urge to show himself at all costs just from the aroma.
The twins instantly looked around warily.
They all believed that this delicacy would be enough to lure out the greedy Little Badger.
Cedric remained rational.
At this point, it hasn't reached the point of disregarding everything.
Vincent's cooking skills are quite good among the students.
The key issue is that his lamb chops, which were braised in tomato sauce, weren't quite at the point of being truly impressive.
"Wow, it's so delicious!" George exclaimed, his mouth covered in sauce. "Sweet and sour, and the meat is so tender—"
This is the best dish I've had all year!
Just as Fred was about to pick up a piece with his bare hands to cooperate, he suddenly smelled a very strong odor.
It's a bit pungent, but it smells delicious.
He followed the scent to Qiu.
The pot contained a pile of coarse salt and Sichuan peppercorns.
"Is this Sichuan peppercorn?"
"Yes." Qiu pointed her wand at her backpack and caught a bottle of cooking wine that floated over.
"Oh Merlin! You're actually going to put wine in there?"
Vincent pushed him aside. "You're making crispy duck?"
Qiu seemed a little surprised, but quickly stopped finding it strange.
Chinese food is rare in the Wizarding World, but Muggle have long been prevalent.
Crispy duck is fragrant, crispy, soft, and oily, with a slightly sweet outer skin. The aroma alone is hard to resist.
If it's done the traditional way, the duck should be marinated in stir-fried salt and pepper for at least one night.
But Qiu chose to use magic to press the marinade evenly, and it had already penetrated the whole duck in less than ten minutes.
After steaming, hot oil is poured over it, and the sizzling outer skin releases a unique aroma.
Draco was quite far away, subconsciously swallowed.
It smells so good, it must be for him.
He walked and sniffed around, and soon found the place.
The crispy duck was just cooked. Qiu waved her wand a few times, sliced it, and placed it on a plate.
Ron, who was watching, saw him and said sarcastically, "Malfoy, aren't you eating Zabini's finished product?"
"Weasley!" Draco turned his head, his eyes filled with anger.
If I'm not mistaken, he won't even be able to lick the bones off this crispy duck.
Would Vincent be willing to share with him?
But Blaise Zabini, who followed, refused to believe it.
He approached Qiu with extreme arrogance and offered an irresistible price.
"100 Galleon, this duck is mine!"
"Sorry, I made it for them."
"Okay, deal!"
Blaise Zabini's outstretched hand suddenly stopped.
"Who?"
Cedric's face lit up. "Zabini, did you hear that right?"
Qiu just rejected you!
"Let go, Diggory!" Blaise Zabini raised his chin high. "500 Galleon, don't refuse me anymore."
Qiu shook her head. "I told you, this is what I made for them."
Fred and George stood beside her, Vincent stepped forward, smiling at him.
This is a real loss of face.
But Blaise Zabini still wanted to salvage the situation, "It's still 500 Galleon, I just want you to make me a new one."
Qiu hesitated.
It wasn't the price that attracted me, but rather the other party's family background.
"Don't be afraid of him." Hermione stood in front of her. "He won't dare to do anything to you."
Marietta, who wanted to say something, shut her mouth.
Not everyone dares to go against power.
"I refuse." Cho stepped forward and stood next to Hermione.
"Very well!" Blaise Zabini slunk away.
Judging from his expression, he probably won't let this go so easily.
But there was nothing we could do; the area was full of people from the Owl Court.
Draco glanced at the crispy duck on the plate, then swaggered back home.
"Qiu, you're so brave!" The twins' faces were full of smiles.
"Hmm." She glanced at Cedric unconsciously. "Let's all eat it while it's hot."
"Hehe~" The twins chuckled mischievously as if they had just remembered something.
Cedric could hear the signal perfectly.
He grabbed a duck leg and ran out.
"Damn it, put it down!" George screamed.
Fred turned around and found the plate was empty.
A whole duck isn't enough for all the students around.
Harry fought tooth and nail to snatch a small piece of duck breast from Percy's hand.
"I'll make another one," Qiu said with a smile, looking at everyone.
"No need." Vincent cracked his knuckles. "We're not those pampered young masters who can cook whatever they want."