A Quidditch player who couldn't cook wasn't a good healer.
Klein proved it perfectly.
"I've wanted to taste you for ages. Looks like I finally got my chance."
As a seasoned gourmand who dared to take on dragon meat and merpeople, Klein certainly wasn't going to pass up the Demon King Squid.
Nothing fancy—just a quick stir-fry over high heat, with chili, cumin, and minced garlic.
The simple flavor was utterly irresistible~
"Gollum."
The audience stared blankly.
First, one person swallowed audibly. Then ten, then a hundred.
The grand Triwizard Tournament had somehow turned into a massive barbecue party.
Klein wasn't stingy, either. With a Sectumsempra charm, he cut the grilled Giant Squid into countless small pieces and served them on paper plates the house-elves had prepared in advance.
He swept his gaze over the audience and called out:
"Thank you all for supporting the Triwizard Tournament. Please accept this small token of my appreciation."
It was an exceptionally polished speech.
Klein was already popular, and this move made the audience his devoted followers.
Standing by the shore like a musical conductor, he guided the plates toward the stands.
On the Council Stand, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff both twitched.
His control over magic was downright monstrous!
"Only you could think to use a barbecue to turn the tide."
Dumbledore looked at the small portion of grilled squid floating in front of him, feeling both exasperated and amused.
He shook his head. There was no point overthinking it. Instead of picking up the toothpick on the plate, he simply pinched the little piece of squid between his fingers and put it in his mouth.
In an instant, its delicious flavor burst across his taste buds and filled his whole mouth!
A blissful expression spread across the old man's face.
Wonderful~
[Shocking!