The Demon Serpent Nagini looked at Dumbledore before her, showing no reaction to his words.
Dumbledore looked at Harry.
"She can understand. She just doesn't want to talk." Harry shrugged, then spoke to the Demon Serpent Nagini in Parseltongue.
"Dumbledore wants to talk to you. I'm guessing you don't want us to turn you straight into snake meat chunks, either? Oh, you might not know what that is. It's food made from snake meat. Really tasty."
Snake meat chunks and snake meat soup-if Harry had been told beforehand what they were, he would definitely have refused.
But the owner of a Chinatown restaurant fairly close to the Dursley family's home had a twisted sense of humor and introduced a mystery dish every month. Although he never actively recommended it, he did put up a huge sign.
These mystery dishes were often incredibly delicious, but their ingredients could be a real pain.
For example, the snake meat soup and dog meat hot pot Harry had eaten.
To make matters worse, the owner would only reveal the ingredients of the previous mystery dish a week after introducing it. The United Kingdom blokes really did both love and hate him for it.
The hatred needed no explanation.
Even though the United Kingdom blokes were among the leading figures in the world of culinary abominations, there were some ingredients they simply could not accept.
But the owner of that Chinese restaurant had genuinely authentic culinary skills. Since the restaurant had already grown to a substantial size, however, the cooking was normally done by the younger hands or hired chefs. Only the mystery dishes were cooked by the owner himself.
Any gourmand who had tasted the owner's cooking was utterly powerless to resist the temptation. So although they cursed afterward every time, saying the owner