As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the plates before them piled high with food, just as they always did.
The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops. More surprisingly still, a line of text appeared on the ceiling.
"This feast is jointly hosted by the Hogwarts Kitchen and House-elf Domestic Services."
Well, well. I had a hand in this too? How come I didn't know?
Zhang Xiao rubbed his chin, only to hear Senior First Uncle ask curiously:
"Xiao Xiao, what's that?"
Looking at the large platter beside the hefty steak and kidney pudding, Zhang Xiao said with confidence:
"Stargazy pie!"
Senior First Uncle withdrew his hand and pointed to something on the other side.
"What about this?"
It looked like a seafood medley. Zhang Xiao pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin.
"Mixed fish soup, maybe?"
That would do, then. Senior First Uncle brought the fish soup over and took a small taste.
"Not bad. Nice and fresh, though they've gone a little heavy on the seasoning."
Having lived abroad, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu were also busy introducing the dishes to their fellow disciples from Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
Just then, gasps suddenly rippled through the Great Hall. Zhang Xiao looked toward the sound and saw that a girl from Beauxbatons had finally unwound the scarf that had kept her head tightly wrapped.
Her long, silvery hair cascaded down like a waterfall, almost reaching her waist. Even without a breeze, it drifted gently.
Her features were exquisitely delicate, her large azure eyes seemed to smile before she spoke, and her skin was as white as the milk in their cups.
Fleur Delacour.
A character whose film portrayal had left Zhang Xiao practically scratching his head bald trying to reconcile her with the original books.
Fleur