Chum Bucket Restaurant

Time: 12:40, Chum Bucket Restaurant.

Ryan stood with the three little ones in front of the restaurant shaped like a giant whale. It was bustling with people and seemed quite popular.

"Hey Karen, four people this time, Krabby Patty Set Meal," Ryan called out enthusiastically to the tall, brown-haired woman walking through the crowd.

Chum Bucket is the most famous restaurant in Atlantis, bar none.

They specialize in crab dishes, and their crab cooking techniques are unique, even extraordinary.

Their owner, Sheldon J. Plankton, and his wife Karen founded this family-run business. Sponge Bob SquarePants is their head chef, Squidward Tencles is in charge of the cashier, and Patrick Star is a waiter.

When Ryan first heard about this store, he was almost stunned. Wasn't this Plankton and his computer wife Karen? As for SpongeBob, Squidward, and Patrick Star, they had all worked at Chum Bucket before, so it wasn't surprising.

This is practically a combination of the Chum Bucket and the Krabby Patty. As for where Mr. Krabs went, Ryan probably got cooked. And isn't Mr. Krabs' daughter a whale? It's terrifying to think about.

Since Ryan discovered this restaurant, and because the food is truly outstanding, he comes here to enjoy it whenever he has time.

"Hey Ryan, haven't seen you for two weeks. Has our cooking level dropped lately?"

"If so, I'll ask Spencer." The diminutive Sheldon appeared, dressed in a green suit, making Hermione and Harry look particularly friendly— Atlantis also has wizards who dress normally.

"No, no, no, dear Sheldon, I should have said before that I'm 11 years old and it's time for me to go to Hogwarts." Ryan shrugged and took the Seaweed Drink Sheldon offered, which contained lots of Popping Boba and tasted refreshing and chewy.

"You're really 11 years old! If we didn't have people out there all the time, I'd probably think magic in the outside world was a century ahead of ours."

"With your level, you still need to go to Hogwarts. Our school in Atlantis is the best. If you want to come, you can come here," Sheldon said in surprise.

"No, Sheldon, the important thing about Hogwarts is not the teaching and knowledge, but the facilities," Ryan explained.

"With your skill level, do you really need—or what?" Sheldon exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, that's the one, isn't it?"

"Okay, Harry, Hermione, let me explain to you why I think the facilities at Hogwarts are more important."

"How do you think spells are learned and mastered?" Ryan asked, seeing the puzzled looks on Harry and Hermione's faces.

"Learn the spell, pronounce it clearly, follow the proper wand-waving trajectory, and have unwavering determination," Hermione replied.

"Bingo, to be precise, successful spellcasting requires three conditions: the spell, the gesture (i. e. the trajectory of the wand), and determination."

"Magic leaves traces whenever it's used. They're contained within the magical field. Haven't you thought about why the three key points can manifest corresponding phenomena through a wand?" Ryan asked. Hermione and Harry shook their heads.

"The magical magnetic field is like a network. The first person to create the phenomenon names it, and it's like a file on a cloud drive. Later users, at the same location or even at the same time, download their own magical source by name, which is like having the file downloaded to their own computer."

"The act of downloading, due to the interaction between the wizard and the magnetic field, actually deepens the imprint, making it easier to find the file and the download speed much faster."

"As magic has evolved, a complete and long-standing spell, which is our modern magic, requires more than just a name to be downloaded; the trajectory of the wand's swing also serves as a password. Combined with the determination already required, this has made modern magic less difficult to learn and more stable, less likely to cause life-threatening situations."

"So that means how easy it is to get started and progress in magic in a stable, ancient place of learning and education," Ryan explained finally. Hermione and Harry nodded, wishing they could take notes.

No, Hermione really did bring a notebook, Muggle World pen and notebook.

"Hermione, let me copy this when we get back," Harry said. Hermione nodded and agreed.

At that moment, Karen pushed a cart in, bringing in Krabby Patty for four people.

The Krabby Patty isn't Hamburg, which initially disappointed Ryan. His "burger" is a king crab prepared in almost every common cooking method, arranged in order of flavor intensity, with each flavor complementing the others without mixing.

Steamed, salt-baked, curry, braised, etc., they look beautiful and are bite-sized, with each bite offering a different experience.

When the food arrived, Hermione was still a little reserved, but seeing Harry eat without any hesitation, she started eating as well. The most outstanding thing about this dish was actually its control over the taste; even the best crab meat alone would become cloying.

Unlike other flavors, each one has a different taste and texture. In fact, the previous flavor is a prelude to the next, making you want to eat more after you've had one bite.

It was 1:30 p. m. After dinner, Ryan and his group leisurely headed toward the library.

"Harry, Hermione, anyone can borrow the books here, but outsiders can't borrow them; they can only read them in the library."

Ryan said, and then they arrived at the library.

This library is very large, and its design style is distinctly different from other houses. It was probably designed by early wizards, before they lived in seclusion, and their style was not as bold and avant-garde as it is now.

Sculptures line both sides of the road, each marble sculpture bearing a gilded inscription at its base detailing its origins and deeds. These are the sages of old who discovered the still-ruined Atlantis, allied with the Merpeople, repaired it, forged a pact, and built the city.

"These people are amazing." Hermione looked curiously at the gilded lettering below the sculpture, while Harry didn't linger and hurried straight toward the library.

"Harry, I suggest you borrow the first-year textbooks from the 'House' directly," Ryan suggested.

"'The House'?" Harry stopped in his tracks, puzzled.

"Their magic school is called 'The Academy'," Ryan said.

Harry then strode into the library, where there were no staff members. Every book was floating in the air, and each book had a Winky metal anti-theft protector on its spine, which, combined with the magical sky, looked like twinkling stars.

As long as you ask a question, you'll feel like books related to that question will fly over and come closer for you to choose from.

As Harry thought of the first-year textbooks for the 'House,' seven stars slid down from the top of the starry sky and circled around Harry. Their names were simple, such as the Potions Class book, which was called "First-Year Potion-Making."

"That's incredible," Harry murmured to himself.