Eating Hot Pot in the Great Hall

Time: 6:30, in the Great Hall.

While everyone else was still discussing today's lesson content.

Ryan was still eating slowly and deliberately.

He couldn't understand why none of the other students at Hogwarts had noticed that the food had been incredibly delicious lately, ridiculously so.

How could they so simply attribute the change in taste to the increased effort put into the kitchen due to the arrival of the other three schools?

You should know that this is a delicacy that ordinary skills cannot achieve.

Throughout history, this level of skill could only be achieved using Hufflepuff's Golden Cup.

There are no sophisticated alchemical tools in the world specifically designed for cooking. Only Hufflepuff.

Perhaps the China Wizarding World, where food is paramount, might possess such a prop? (Because J.K. Rowling's setting is that there are no magic schools in China, and someone didn't want to create something that's neither fish nor fowl, plus the current timeline in China is also awkward, I won't go into any alternative settings.)

This Golden Cup is truly amazing; if it were placed in the Cooking Master Boy, it could even serve as a legendary kitchen utensil.

It possesses the magic to maximize the flavor of each ingredient and harmonize them together.

It's now kept in the kitchen cupboard.

They returned to the Magic Array platform that had been inlaid with it from the very beginning of its creation.

Now, any food cooked in Hogwarts Kitchen is affected by the magic of the Hufflepuff's Cup.

Even Snape, who always demanded almost ascetic discipline of himself, has developed a double chin.

The kitchens on Beauxbatons' carriages and Durmstrang Ship, which were specially set up to prevent them from getting sick from the change in environment, have been shut down for almost a week.

As for the redwood in Castelobruxo, there was no kitchen set up inside.

Their school culture doesn't really focus on food.

Ryan had even visited Castelobruxo in the Brazil rainforest a few days earlier during their lunch break.

The food in their cafeteria is very simple.

The meat was simply seasoned with some spices to remove any fishy smell and a little salt.

On special occasions, they would eat some roasted meat (this is what Ryan learned by looking at the memories of the students who ate).

The staple foods are rice, black beans, and tapioca flour.

The vegetables were simply blanched with some kind of sour and spicy sauce that I couldn't identify.

In short, this left Ryan, who had originally wanted to try something new, feeling utterly bored.

Ryan had assumed that the cold, low-oil foods from the Japan Mahoutokoro were the standard fare for magic school students.

Unexpectedly, Castelobruxo was just as impressive.

The last time I had this feeling was when Ryan impulsively created an extra form and went to the Mahoutokoro last year.

I want to try some Japan specialty food.

Its cuisine is largely derived from China, so it shouldn't be too bad.

But Ryan only got to eat various kinds of sushi and sashimi.

Everything was cold. The vegetables too.

After reviewing his memories, Ryan discovered that Mahoutokoro sites in Japan were similar to temples.

While not abstaining from meat, it is also recommended to suppress desires. Appetite is one such desire.

As he pondered this, Ryan took another bite of tripe with relish.

Yes, tripe doesn't exist as a standalone food item in the Britain, nor is it called by that name.

While everyone else was enjoying a fine English or French meal, Ryan was indulging in authentic Chongqing Hot Pot.

A steaming, bright red hot pot base made with butter.

It now overlaps with the kitchen, sharing the culinary aura of the Hufflepuff's Cup.

The eternal flame of the Gubraithian Fire burns beneath the pot.

For the dipping sauce, Ryan opted for a simple combination of sesame oil and minced garlic.

Ryan chose canned cola from the freezer at Pepsi headquarters in America New York.

Freshly baked, just taken out of the cupboard, still steaming cold.

This is what you call authentic.

Potatoes, duck blood, goose intestines, beef, and shrimp paste swim freely in a sea of red.

A semi-transparent television set floated in mid-air, playing the movie "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban".

But those around him seemed oblivious to him and everything in front of him.

Even Penelope, Kate, Hermione, Luna, and even Phoebe were not by her side.

However, to be precise, they all had Ryan by their side.

Meanwhile, Ryan, who was eating hotpot and practically singing, was a clone created to enjoy the pleasure of dining alone.

Watching the prisoners of Azkaban at Hogwarts in the third year is quite a treat.

Ryan then thought of the true "prisoners of Azkaban" now.

The average temperature in the Britain at night in September is 10°C.

And now they are in the frigid North Sea.

In addition, there was a shortage of food and clothing.

Thinking of this, even Ryan, who was not religious, couldn't help but utter 'Amen'.

In order not to hurt his remaining compassion, Ryan chose to change the channel.

Azkaban, who had flashed briefly on the semi-transparent television screen in front of him, disappeared.

Instead, it became the Headmaster's Office.

Perhaps they were worried about not having enough time.

Harry arrived at the Headmaster's Office ahead of time this time.

Fawkes was also present this time.

Perhaps it was Harry's shallow, Phoenix -like magic that couldn't grant him immortality that made Fawkes and Harry so close.

It flew affectionately to his head and used Harry's head as a bird's nest.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, sitting in a high-backed chair with his hands resting on the long table, looked on with suspicion.

He seemed to be pondering whether his family was related to the Potter family.

Harry, who was playing with Fawkes, felt a sudden jolt from behind.

He noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Dumbledore, what is this—"

"Ahem, I was just thinking about what to teach you?"

"Is it Horcrux, or some useful little trick?" Dumbledore said.

As soon as he spoke, his gaze turned to the cabinet next to the door.

Harry looked over and saw the cabinet door open automatically.

Then came the bright silver light.

The light came from a shallow stone basin inside the cabinet.

The rim of the basin was decorated with strange carvings: all of them were letters and symbols he did not recognize.

However, what intrigued Harry the most was not these letters and symbols.

Rather, it's about the shape of the glowing thing in the pot.

At first glance, it looks like a bright piece of silver, seemingly solid.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was constantly flowing, like ripples on the surface of water in a gentle breeze, which made it resemble a liquid.

But upon further observation, it was discovered that it also drifted and gently spun like clouds, which made it seem like a gas.

In short, it is like light transformed into liquid, and at the same time like wind solidified into solid.

However, the stone basin did give Harry a sense of déjà vu.

It reminded him of the summer after the end of the school year. "Is this the stone basin from the Inferi Cave?"

But what exactly is inside?

"Haha, this isn't it."

Although it does look very similar, it's called the Pensieve, and it's the most useful invention I've ever made, bar none.

Second only to the Deluminator I gave you.

You seem to have also invented a spell using it— the Dark Curse?

"I've heard Sirius say it's very creative," Dumbledore said. "As for the content here, it's my idea."

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