"Seventy orders?!!!"
Harry, who completely couldn't keep up with Luna's rhythm, adjusted his glasses. Though he really wanted to taste the Scotch Egg, hearing such a huge number all at once made the hunger in his stomach begin to fade. Worried, he felt the coins in his bag, then glanced at the wand at Snape's waist that Muggles wouldn't pay any attention to. In the end, he took out a few Galleons and held them in his hand, preparing to cast a Confundus Charm later and use them to pay.
The corner of Snape's mouth had only just twitched before he pressed his lips tightly together. He folded his arms in front of his chest to keep himself from blurting out some mockery—now that the stone still wasn't in his hands, whatever this pack of brats wanted to do, Snape intended to accompany them through it all in one go, to prevent the other side from finding some other excuse to delay. By now, he was completely convinced that this farce had nothing to do with Ravenclaw and was merely Allen satisfying some hobby of his own.
The owner happily fished three of the half-boiled eggs he had been chilling in ice water beside him, coated them in a thin layer of Custard Powder, then skillfully scooped up a big lump of mixed meat filling made from fresh meat, skinned sausage meat, onion, parsley, and various spices. After wrapping the eggs evenly, he rolled them by hand back into an egg shape, then coated these eggs, now wrapped in a thick layer of meat filling, with another layer of Custard Powder. He dipped them into egg yolk liquid, rolled them several times in breadcrumbs mixed with crushed cornflakes, and finally put them into a pan of salad oil to deep-fry.