A Wave of Desserts Was Coming

Eugene's keen senses had not shocked Adam for the first time, but Adam was still astonished by him once again.

Adam asked stubbornly,

"Is this just a feeling? Do you have any clues?"

"No, just a... strange feeling."

Eugene shook his head.

"I rarely get feelings like this, but whenever I do, they're usually accurate."

It was far too accurate!

Looking at his classmates lost in thought, Adam did not know what to say for a moment. He could hardly tell them that Voldemort was living on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

Fortunately, Eugene's guess remained only a guess, and everyone's attention returned to the field. Taking advantage of the time Harry had lost control, the Slytherin team scored frantically and quickly gained forty points.

Quidditch was ultimately decided by score. Catching the Golden Snitch merely marked the end of the match, so even though it was worth 150 points, a team could still fail to turn things around if the score gap was too large.

"What a shame. Looks like Slytherin will win again this time."

Cedric sighed.

"Do you really want Gryffindor to win?"

Klon asked curiously.

"It's not that I want Gryffindor to win. I want Slytherin to lose. I don't really want to say this, but no House in the school wants to see Slytherin win the Quidditch Cup or the House Cup—except Slytherin itself."

Cedric glanced around before speaking only after confirming that there were only Hufflepuffs nearby.

"Their victories always make those honors lose their original shine. And after they win, they always look so smug that you just want to punch them. You'll see for yourselves eventually."

"Looks like Slytherin wins often."

Uther said as he watched the Slytherin captain catch the Quaffle again and prepare to shoot.

"After all, people willing to use any means always have the advantage."

Cedric shrugged and turned to leave. It looked as though he did not intend to stay and watch Slytherin's moment of victory.

Just then, the sounds around them suddenly became chaotic—this was not the sort of commotion that should follow a Slytherin victory. Cedric frowned, turned around, and squeezed back to the railing to look down.

Harry Potter was kneeling on the ground, but the hand he held high clutched the Golden Snitch.

Cedric froze, then looked at the scoreboard. The gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin was nowhere near 150 points. In other words, Gryffindor had won!

"What exactly did I miss?!"

On the way back to the castle, Cedric wore a pained expression the entire time.

"Harry suddenly sped up. He must have spotted the Golden Snitch, then he dove all the way toward the ground. In the end, he knelt there coughing for a while and spat out the Golden Snitch. That was it."

Klon recounted it for him.

"Actually, we didn't see it clearly either."

Adam comforted him.

"It sounds complicated when you describe it, but it all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time we reacted, Harry was already holding up the Golden Snitch."

"But at least you saw it..."

Cedric sighed and looked at Adam.

"Can I have two pumpkin pasties to heal my wounded heart?"

"...Come to my dorm later and get them."

Adam sighed. He should not have sympathized with this guy in the first place.

"Hehe, thanks~"

Cedric patted Adam on the back and ran off into the distance.

"I have class this afternoon. I'll come find you after dinner~"

The unexpected incident on the Quidditch pitch seemed to have been nothing more than an ordinary accident. Apart from a very small number of people, no one remembered it by the time the second Quidditch match came around.

In the blink of an eye, Christmas was nearly here, and Hogwarts was once again filled with festive cheer.

"None of you are going home?"

Adam packed his luggage as he looked at his roommates, who showed no sign of moving.

Uther shrugged. "My home is in Egypt. It's not worth flying back for just a few days of holiday."

Klon sighed. "My parents went to a dragon farm to buy stock. I'd be spending it alone if I went home, so I might as well stay in the dorm."

Eugene was silent for a while. "I don't want to go back."

Hearing his reason, the others wisely chose not to ask further and instead looked at Bernard.

"I want to see how wizards celebrate Christmas."

Bernard's eyes shone as though he were looking forward to something.

Adam had noticed before that this guy possessed an extremely strong curiosity, and his initiative was just as impressive. He had actually dared to venture into the Restricted Section alone. Honestly, Adam suspected that he might have already gone to see that room on the fourth floor.

"Hmm, since none of you are going home, I might as well stay for Christmas too."

Adam stroked his chin as he considered it.

"No, no, don't take us into account. If your family is waiting to celebrate Christmas with you, you should go home. The four of us won't feel lonely together."

Klon waved a hand generously.

"Actually, my family doesn't celebrate Christmas. We celebrate the Chinese New Year instead. Christmas is just a holiday to us. And now that I think about it, if I make things like gingerbread men and candy canes for Christmas, they should be pretty popular."

Adam's eyes lit up as he spoke.

"Maybe I can make a fortune!"

Once he made up his mind, Adam immediately picked up a quill and wrote to his parents. A letter from them arrived early on the morning before Christmas.

"It's settled!"

Back in the dorm, Adam set down the letter and the package that had arrived with it.

"My parents not only agreed, they even sent me some ingredients. They're so thoughtful!"

"What's in there?"

As soon as they heard it was ingredients, his roommates were no longer sleepy. The few who had wanted to go back to sleep immediately struggled out of their warm blankets.

There was no helping it. In weather like this, even an iron body could not resist a bed made of magnets!

"All kinds of sugar—maple syrup, malt sugar... and brown sugar and osmanthus honey."

Adam unpacked the parcel and arranged boxes with different sweet fragrances across the table. Then his eyes lit up at the last one.

"There's glutinous rice too? Mom really thought of everything! I remember I brought red dates before. Should I make some Heart Too Soft? Or make Eight Treasure Rice? There's still some red bean paste left from last time..."

Slurp—gulp—

A perfectly synchronized chorus of swallowing echoed through the dorm. They did not understand what he was saying, but as long as Adam made it, all they had to do was eat!

After swallowing, however, Klon looked worriedly at the wide variety of ingredients before them, though there was little of each.

"There are lots of different kinds, but there's only a little of each... Is that really enough to sell?"

"Don't worry. These ingredients are enough. After all, I still have magic~"

Adam packed the ingredients away again, recipes already appearing one after another in his mind. His plan to push Adam's little shop across all of Hogwarts had been forcibly interrupted at Halloween. This time, he would definitely make the whole of Hogwarts feel the power of mysterious Eastern cuisine!