The Second Match

Kurama shoved her head into the refrigerator. She couldn't bear to look at the chaotic scene. It was just cooking; anyone who didn't know better would think they were going to blow up the kitchen.

The first competition ended so easily yet excitingly. After all, it wasn't difficult, and with Daphne there to back them up, even though Hogwarts Academy was the last to deliver their food, and even if it wasn't very tasty, they still managed to finish, didn't they?

After finishing the meal, Malfoy and the others felt more exhausted than if they had fought Voldemort. They lay on the ground, not wanting to get up. Su Yu's throat was hoarse from shouting, and Kurama was so hungry that he was gnawing on the food they had ruined, eating with great relish.

"I think we should change our strategy," Ka-jie said slowly, taking a sip of her coffee and leaning back on the sofa in the Slytherin common room.

"Replacing it with anything wouldn't make a difference; cooking isn't our strong suit..."

Young Master Malfoy shrugged, indicating that they had truly tried their best. He, the eldest son of the Malfoy family, really couldn't do it, okay? He had done the most work and received the harshest scolding this morning; was it easy for him?

"Don't give up! I believe you're all the best!"

Hermione and Ginny cheered them on from the sidelines. Hermione was getting anxious watching them from the long table all day, wishing she could cook for them herself. Of course, even if the two of them did cook, the result would be the same, since neither of them knew how to cook.

"It's okay, we have another show at noon, right? We already have experience with the morning show, so we'll definitely do even better at the noon one."

What could Daphne say? That she couldn't lead the team? She wouldn't say such things. She would only cheer everyone on. It's a competition; winning and losing are normal. Just like even the most perfect person has things they're not good at.

Time flies, and lunchtime is just around the corner. This time, there are no set meals, but a thick menu. Clearly, the competition has become more difficult. The menu includes various dishes from different countries, and students can order what they want, which will then be randomly distributed to the Champion from different colleges in the kitchen.

"Hi everyone, welcome to the second game of the Eight-Way Championship, which is also the last game of the second round for all the Champion. Let's give them a warm round of applause!"

Sirius Black was still passionately explaining from the platform, engaging all the students.

Malfoy took a deep breath in front of the stove, muttering to himself that he was the best cook!

To prove his skills to everyone, young Malfoy immediately demonstrated how to tame a death scallop, frying two batches in a row!

"Hmm, Malfoy, you've made great progress," Professor Snape said, savoring the scallops Malfoy had prepared. "May I ask, Malfoy, who ordered these?"

"Uh, this is what I made... uh... ha! This is pre-made food!" Malfoy's brain was about to shut down. "I just made it in advance in case some classmates want to order it, in case I can't keep up!"

"Nobody's ordering anything, what are you doing, frying your own uncle like this..." Su Yu sensed that Professor Snape's blood pressure was also quite high; it was clearly visible now, his hair was even greasier with anger...

"But do you know that pan-fried scallops are meant to be eaten fresh, not pre-cooked?" Professor Snape said to Malfoy, trying to speak in a gentle tone.

Olivia, who was standing nearby, had already started preparing the first dish. The student had ordered a plate of Italy, but Olivia wasn't sure about the seasoning, so she asked Callis, who was next to her, to taste it first to check the saltiness.

Callis tasted it several times and felt it was too bland, so she kept urging Olivia to add salt. Olivia was honest and listened to Callis. Good heavens, the two of them were like salt vendors, pouring salt in like it was free. In the end, the child who ordered the Italy ate that plate of salt fried with sodium chloride and shouted that he wanted to kill the salt seller.

"But it tasted just right to me..." Callis felt quite aggrieved.

"Exactly, tell me which student it is, and I'll stuff him in a sack. How dare he give me a bad review?" Blaise chimed in.

Young Master Malfoy was now getting into the swing of things. He was frying the salmon in front of him. His customer had ordered pan-fried salmon, but Young Master Malfoy thought it was not tasty at all, so he changed it to stew and added a bunch of barbecue seasoning.

"Believe it or not, with my exclusive secret recipe, it'll definitely make him swoon!" Malfoy confidently held his wand, even flipping the pot, prompting the two young masters beside him to exclaim, "Young Master, that's amazing!"

"So, this is the pan-fried salmon the customer ordered?" Su Yu asked Malfoy, looking at the plate of unidentified, paste-like liquid in front of him.

"Oh my god, redo it! Malfoy!"

Harry and the Weasley twins were making a Wellington steak. The customer had specifically requested it to be medium-rare. Fred was full of confidence; it was just medium-rare, he could easily make it!

"You will absolutely not see any raw meat here, don't worry, Su Yu!"

"Yes, my brother and I are absolutely reliable! Oh, I forgot about Harry, he's very reliable too."

"I think none of you are reliable..."

Su Yu was a little tired. Professor Snape had completely given up on them, so all the checks and balances had to be done by Su Yu alone.

When the Weasley twins placed the Wellington steak in front of Su Yu and cut it open, Su Yu stared at the still-bleeding steak inside and fell completely silent. Destroy it, cleanly.

"It's definitely not raw meat, this is a damn live piece of meat..."

Su Yu was so angry he laughed.

"Merlin's beard, did you forget to fry the steak?" Harry yelled at Fred.

"I thought George had already cooked it! George, you idiot, is this the steak you cooked?"

"I thought you had already fried it, how can you blame me?"

As they were talking, Fred and George started fighting again.

"Sue Fuli, can you tell me why, logically speaking, your side should have the most failed products among all the colleges, and the trash can should be the fullest? Why is the trash can I see brand new and clean?"

Professor Snape, still worried about the troublemakers, came over. But after inspecting the area, he noticed something strange: the slop buckets for the Hogwarts Academy Champion were always spotless, as if they had just been replaced.

Not only was Professor Snape confused, but Su Yu was even more confused. He didn't know either. He thought Professor Snape was right—where did all this kitchen waste go? Did someone change the garbage bag? How kind of person!