Final Rankings (Thanks to Wandu Tinglan for the reminder gift, thank you)

In the aftermath of the Hogwarts Academy match, Kurama quietly hid behind a trash can, his small eyes darting around as if waiting for some destined person.

Harry was carrying two plates of fish that were cooked on the outside but still raw on the inside, preparing to pour them into the waste bin. Items like this were not allowed to be served to students. After all, Hogwarts Academy students were also human, and the quality control of food was also assessed. Therefore, discarded food was usually poured directly into the waste bin.

"Oh, Harry, wait a minute, put what you're holding on the table over there, I'll dump it all in a bit..."

Kurama suddenly sprang out from the shadows and jumped onto the table, looking as if he had just finished cleaning up the trash, nearly scaring Harry out of his wits.

"Ah!... Oh... So it's you, Kurama! You startled me! Where did you come from... Well then, thank you for your help. I'll leave it here."

Harry almost dropped the plate he was holding, but seeing how kind Kurama was, he placed the plate on the table next to her, thanked her, and turned to leave.

"Hurry, hurry, Goyle! Why are you so slow! Crabbe, quickly reheat that plate of fish, I think it's still edible..."

After seeing Harry leave, Kurama quickly whispered for the two guardians, Hum and Ha, who were hiding behind him, to come out. The three of them had already eaten quite a bit of food, mostly scrap materials.

Moreover, the three of them are quite clever; they even know to reheat all the food before eating it to avoid getting an upset stomach.

"You said these things cost a lot of money, it's not good to waste them like this, we might as well eat them, right?"

As Kurama ate, he kept making excuses for himself. The two idiots opposite him kept nodding their heads. As long as they could eat, they didn't care where they got their food from.

"So you ate all the good food and gave the bad, burnt food to them?"

Kurama's plan to steal food was finally caught red-handed by Su Yu. Su Yu almost cried when he saw those two idiots; their mouths were covered in charcoal.

"Goyle, Crabbe, that's enough! Kurama told you to eat burnt food, and you ate it? Don't you have brains?"

"Master, it's delicious, would you like some?"

Goyle wiped his already grimy hands haphazardly on his apron, then picked up the charred black fish tail from the plate, wanting Su Yu to try it too.

Su Yu looked at the charcoal Goyle was holding, took a deep breath, and smiled slightly at him. "I'm not eating it, Goyle, you two eat it."

Then he turned around and gave Kurama a good patting and kneading, saying, "Those two are already stupid, and you're still bullying them?"

Kurama' face was Transfiguration from being rubbed. "Woye Meci's gambling history..."

"Ha, I really have nothing to say to you," Professor Snape walked over, his face dark as he looked at Goyle and Crabbe, whose mouths were greasy. "The students outside are starving, but the cooks are full first, and you guys are enjoying your meal. Goodbye!"

"As the saying goes, if the cook doesn't steal, the harvest won't be good." Cho Chang secretly gave Kurama a thumbs up. "Next time you steal food, do it behind someone's back..."

Kurama felt that Cho Chang's words made a lot of sense, and she secretly slipped away while Su Yu was busy with the final check.

"Malfoy, a fried halibut, please!" Theodore shouted to Malfoy, holding the menu.

"Okay! I'll get right on it," Malfoy said, skillfully picking up his wand, controlling the pan to heat the oil, and then casting the Summoning Charm to put the halibut pieces into the frying pan. The fish in the pan quickly underwent the Maillard reaction, the Pythagorean theorem, and the Tyndall effect. In no time, three halibut pieces, emitting a faint aroma, were taken out of the pan and looked golden.

"Very good, Malfoy," Su Yu praised Malfoy, looking at the three plates in front of him. His progress was remarkable, except for one thing... "But could you tell me how many dishes the guests ordered?"

"It seems to be a copy, Chief..." Malfoy scratched his head.

"So, you've started making pre-made meals again? Are you worried that Kurama and the other two won't have enough to eat?"

"Um... Boss, I'm just worried that if I make one and it fails, I can quickly make another one."

"Hey, Malfoy, you've learned to anticipate things now?" Professor Snape walked over and sneered. "But even if no one orders from the back, you guys never waste food, since the people behind you eat more than you make."

Meanwhile, Callis was idly swinging a few okra stalks. She had no idea how to cook, and Daphne and the other girls hadn't let her help. They even told her that as long as she stayed quiet, everything would be fine.

But she wasn't the type to stay idle, so she secretly made an okra soup and served it to the judges and panelists.

That bowl, so dark and murky, looked just like a spicy snack. Headmaster Dumbledore scooped up a spoonful, still stringy, and forced himself to eat it despite the discomfort. Hmm, confirmed it: color, aroma, and taste were all off-limits. It was sweeter than Shi, but not as sticky. Shi didn't want money, but this one did.

As one principal after another spat out the okra soup, a consensus emerged: adding some cat litter would make it a Paw Patrol -style feast, an overseas version of Nine-Turn Large Intestine.

The two matches played by those idiots at the Hogwarts Academy today nearly drove Professor Snape to despair. What's worse, even after the matches were over, when Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape inspected the kitchen, the sky had fallen. All the food had been taken away by the Hogwarts Academy Champion, even the cellars were emptied. When the Hufflepuff badgers sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night, there were no snacks left, only tap water in the pipes.

The other colleges obviously didn't have as much trouble. After all, they didn't have so many high and mighty young ladies and gentlemen. They were just cooking simple meals. Although some colleges' cooking wasn't very good, at least they could cook something decent.

"Alright, now we invite the two referees and the headmasters to score the Hogwarts Academy Champion!"

Headmaster Dumbledore stood on the platform and raised his scoreboard first. It clearly showed the number 1. Fortunately, there was no option for zero.

The maximum score is 10 points, and the minimum score is 1 point. All eight principals and two judges unanimously gave the option that scores 1 point.

In this second match, the Hogwarts Academy Champion, after removing the highest and lowest scores, finished with an average score of 1 point, decisively taking last place in the second match of the Eight-Way Championship!