A Wave of Desserts Is Coming

Eugene's perceptiveness had shocked Adam more than once, but Adam was shocked by him once again.

Adam asked, not willing to believe it:

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

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

Eugene shook his head.

"I rarely have this kind of feeling, but whenever I do, it's usually very accurate."

That's way too accurate!

Looking at his classmates who were deep in thought, Adam didn't know what to say for a moment. He couldn't exactly tell them that Voldemort was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

Fortunately, Eugene's guess remained just a guess, and everyone's attention returned to the field: the Slytherin team took advantage of Harry's uncontrolled state to score like crazy, quickly gaining 40 points.

Quidditch matches are ultimately won or lost based on points. Catching the Golden Snitch is just a sign to end the game, so even if the Golden Snitch is worth 150 points, it may still be impossible to turn the game around if the score difference between the two teams is too large.

"Too bad, it looks like Slytherin will win again this time."

Cedric sighed.

"Do you really want Gryffindor to win?"

Klon was a little curious.

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

Cedric glanced around, making sure that only Hufflepuff were nearby before saying:

"Their victory always makes the honor lose its original luster, and the smug look on their faces after they win makes you want to punch them. You'll see it in the future."

"It seems Slytherin wins often."

Uther said, watching the Slytherin team captain catch the Quaffle again and prepare to throw it.

"After all, those who are unscrupulous always have an advantage."

Cedric shrugged and turned to leave, looking like he didn't plan to stay and watch the moment Slytherin won.

Just then, the sounds around them suddenly became chaotic—this wasn't the commotion that should be happening when Slytherin won—Cedric frowned and squeezed back to the edge of the railing to look down:

Harry Potter was kneeling on the ground, but he was holding the Golden Snitch in his raised hand.

Cedric was stunned for a moment, then looked at the scoreboard. The score difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin was far from 150 points. In other words, Gryffindor won!

"What exactly did I miss?!"

On the way back to the castle, Cedric wore a mask of pain the entire way.

"Harry suddenly accelerated, probably spotted the Golden Snitch, and then swooped down to the ground—finally, he knelt on the ground and coughed for a while, spitting out the Golden Snitch. That's it."

Klon recounted to him.

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

Adam comforted him:

"It sounds complicated, but it was just a blink of an eye. By the time we reacted, Harry was already holding the Golden Snitch."

"Then at least you guys saw it..."

Cedric sighed and looked at Adam:

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

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

Adam sighed. He shouldn't have felt sympathy for this guy.

"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 sudden incident on the Quidditch field seemed to be just a simple accident. Except for a very few people, by the time the second Quidditch match came around, no one remembered it anymore.

In the blink of an eye, Christmas was approaching, and Hogwarts was finally filled with a festive atmosphere once again.

"Aren't you all going home?"

Adam tidied his luggage, looking at his roommates who didn't seem to be planning on moving.

Uther shrugged: "My home is in Egypt, it's not worth taking a plane back for just a few days of vacation."

Klon sighed: "My mom and dad went to the dragon farm to stock up on goods. If I go back, I'll be alone anyway, 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 lit up, as if he was looking forward to something.

Adam had noticed before that this guy had a very strong curiosity, and his initiative was also very high. He even dared to venture into the restricted section of the library alone. To be honest, Adam suspected that he might have already seen the room on the fourth floor.

"Well, since none of you are going back, I might as well stay here for Christmas too."

Adam stroked his chin and analyzed.

"No, no, don't worry about us. If your family is waiting for you to celebrate Christmas together, then you should go back. The four of us won't feel lonely."

Klon waved his hand magnanimously.

"Actually, my family doesn't really celebrate Christmas, but the Chinese New Year. Christmas is just a simple holiday for us. And come to think of it, if we made a batch of gingerbread men, candy canes, and other snacks for Christmas, they should be very popular."

Adam's eyes lit up as he said:

"Maybe we can make a fortune!"

No sooner said than done, Adam picked up a quill and wrote a letter to his parents, and Adam's parents' letter arrived on the morning of Christmas Eve.

"Done!"

Back in the dormitory, Adam put down the letter and the package that was sent with it:

"My parents not only agreed, but also sent me some ingredients, how thoughtful!"

"What's in here?"

Hearing that it was ingredients, the roommates immediately woke up. The few who wanted to sleep in again struggled to climb out of bed.

There was no way, in this weather, even an iron body couldn't resist a magnetic bed!

"There are all kinds of sugar—maple syrup, maltose... and brown sugar and osmanthus honey."

Adam opened the package and lined up boxes, each exuding a different sweet fragrance, on the table. His eyes lit up when he saw the last one:

"And glutinous rice? Mom is so considerate! I remember I brought red dates before, how about making some tairuan pastries? Or make it into Eight Treasure Rice, I haven't used up the red bean paste I made last time..."

"Slurp—gulp—"

A unified sound of swallowing saliva rang out in the dormitory. Although they couldn't understand, they just needed to eat whatever Adam made!

However, after swallowing, Klon looked at the various ingredients in front of him, but each one was only a little bit, and his face showed concern:

"Although there are many kinds of these things, there is only a little bit of each... is it really enough to sell?"

"Don't worry, these ingredients are enough, after all, I have magic~"

Adam put the ingredients away again, and recipes already appeared in his mind. Last Halloween, his plan to push Adam's shop to the entire Hogwarts was forced to be interrupted. This time, he must let the entire Hogwarts feel the power of mysterious Eastern cuisine!