It was simply that long hours of cultivation and magic practice had given him a particular craving for food.
The pleasures of the palate were indeed hard to resist. Unfortunately, Hogwarts had no Chinese food.
And his Chinese cooking skills extended only to a few home-style dishes, some of which he could not even make for lack of seasonings.
He had only cooked a handful of times while staying at Grandpa Henry's house.
The taste of home always inspired longing.
After leaving the Room of Requirement, Gerald checked his watch and discovered that there were only three days left before the Christmas holidays ended.
Time really did slip away during cultivation. He had barely begun, and more than ten days had passed in the blink of an eye.
Once his cultivation advanced, would a single period of seclusion really last years, or even decades?
Gerald did not dare imagine spending over a century that way.
But if he really could continue down the path of cultivation, it was hard to say.
Yet although things related to cultivation existed in this world, they were scarce. So far, he had not even seen a single genuine Spirit Stone.
Gerald was not sure how far he could go, either.
But he was in no hurry over any of this. After all, cultivation was an extra path available to him in the first place.
In this magical world, he was already the top student in his year, with two shops and assets that an ordinary person could not spend in several lifetimes.
He would take cultivation as far as he could. No one could say what the future held; making the most of the present mattered most.
With that thought, Gerald headed down the stairs toward the Great Hall.
There was only one thought