The sorting ceremony ended, and the feast began.
Various foods appeared on the table.
They were all Western dishes.
Roast beef, roast chicken, pork, lamb, sausage, bacon and steak, as well as stewed tomatoes, baked sweet potatoes, french fries, Yorkshire puddings, pears, carrot and beef soup, tomato sauce, and peppermint hard candies.
The rich aroma made everyone excited.
But Harry was silent.
After acquiring the power attribute of the game, his insight became much sharper than ordinary people, reflected in his five senses.
Smell was one of them.
Although there was a lot of food, the flavors intertwined, Harry could still smell the individual scents they emanated.
Without even tasting, he knew these foods weren't very tasty.
Like pre-made food reheated, there wasn't a single bit of soul!
Damn it, he didn't even have the desire to eat these foods.
He wanted to eat the braised shark fin, oyster sauce abalone, and dragon shrimp made by his master.
Before enrolling, he thought about a lot of things.
He never considered the aspect of eating.
A chef would never consider eating.
Because they could make the food they liked themselves.
Harry wasn't unfamiliar with Western food.
Peng Ying Zong had taken him to eat Western food made by top chefs.
To cultivate his taste.
The Western food made by top chefs also tasted good.
Although it couldn't compare to Peng Ying Zong's.
But it was also comparable to his own level.
"Who made these dishes?" Harry asked Percy with a serious expression.
"House-elves," Percy said after swallowing a bite of chicken.
"Can you cook your own meals at school?" Harry asked the key question.
Percy was stumped by his question for a moment.
No one had ever asked this question before.
"Probably," Percy said after thinking for a moment.
"Where's the kitchen?" Harry's face brightened when he heard Percy's words.
"In front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, walk back along the corridor, go down six floors, enter the hall along the marble staircase, turn left, there is a wide stone corridor, find a painting of a silver bowl full of fruits, scratch the pear, it will giggle and turn into a large green handle, grab it to open the door, and inside is the kitchen," Percy, a competent prefect, was familiar with the environment of Hogwarts.
The terrain was a bit complicated, but he would figure it out after exploring.
Harry picked some of the relatively better-made dishes and filled his stomach.
Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and said some things to note, looking particularly at the Weasley twins.
Then he told everyone not to enter the Forbidden Forest, not to cast spells in the corridors, and not to go near the corridor to the right on the fourth floor.
Then he directed everyone to sing the school song.
There was no melody, only lyrics, allowing everyone to improvise.
After singing the school song, Harry felt that the contract with Hogwarts was complete, and that aura firmly locked him to Hogwarts.
The school song ended, and this feast seemed to end there.
Some people had already started to leave from the professor's table.
"First-year students, follow me, I'll take you to your dormitories."
"Prefect Percy." Harry changed his address to a more intimate one.
Hearing the word "Prefect" again, Percy couldn't help but smile.
He had only become prefect this year, and most people seemed to still not know his identity.
No one had called him "Prefect" either.
Now that someone had correctly called his identity twice in a row, he felt fantastic.
"What's up, Harry?" Percy asked him.
"I might need to leave for a bit." Harry gave a shy smile.
"You might get lost on the way to the dormitory, Hogwarts is huge, the roads are very complicated." Percy was very enthusiastic towards this Harry who had called his identity correctly twice.
"Don't worry, I'll find my way back to the dormitory, I have something I want to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about." Harry said.
His five senses were now sharp, and for a short period of time, he could track Percy and the others' paths based on smell.
If he had an expert-level X-ray vision now, Harry could know exactly where everyone was.
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Percy hesitated at the name.
"Okay, then remember, the password to enter the dormitory is "Dragon Poop", the entrance to the dormitory is the Fat Lady's portrait, just say the password to her." Percy gave him some knowledge.
After remembering, Harry hurried towards the direction Dumbledore had left.
Dumbledore didn't go far, and Harry caught up with him quickly.
"Anything, Harry?" Dumbledore saw Harry find him and said with a smile.
"I have something I want to talk to you about, are you free now?" Harry said.
"Of course, if you hadn't come to find me, this old man would have to lie in bed and stare blankly, you know, when you're old, it's hard to fall asleep" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Come to my office." After saying that, he took Harry to his office.
Upon reaching the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore told Harry to sit down and took a jar of... cockroaches??? from the cabinet.
They were still alive, crawling around in the transparent jar.
Harry watched Dumbledore's actions.
He opened the jar.
He grabbed a few cockroaches from inside.
He put them into his mouth.
He bit down!
Harry's hand quietly clenched into a fist.
He felt he was in the wrong place.
Coming to this wizarding world, not only was his own life in danger.
The wizards' habits gave him an incredibly shocking impact.
Although these cockroaches weren't real cockroaches.
After opening the jar, Harry could smell the smell inside.
It was syrup.
But why make it in such an anti-human form.
Harry couldn't understand the wizard's thoughts.
"Want some?" Seeing that Harry was watching him, Dumbledore thought Harry wanted to try it and handed him the jar.
"No." Harry folded his arms, leaning back slightly.
"Do you like sweets?" Harry asked.
"Yes, sweetness makes people feel happy, doesn't it?" Dumbledore nodded.
"Then why do you have to eat cockroaches?" Harry glanced at the cockroaches still crawling, feeling goosebumps all over.
"Forgive this old man for having a little hobby!" Dumbledore winked at him.
Damn it, a Dudley, a Dumbledore, both like to give people electric shocks, huh.
A little piggy, an old cockroach.
Harry was obviously not interested in them.
"Okay, Headmaster, let's talk about business." Harry didn't dwell on it any longer.
Dumbledore made a gesture to go on.
"Two, three things."
Harry held up three fingers.
"First, Hagrid said that my parents' inheritance is all in your care, I want to know how much my parents left me." Harry asked.
Dumbledore's expression was a little startled.
Harry coughed and explained: "I'm not concerned with how much money they have, you know, I'm not the kind of person who loves money, it's just that my parents were both wizards, they should have left more than just coins."
Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, Harry, James and Lily certainly left more than just coins for you, it's just that I didn't expect it."
He thought Harry would immediately ask him about his parents.
But he was thinking about things during their lives.
"Your parents did leave you quite a bit." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a loving gaze.
This made him a little uncomfortable.
"Most of it is in the Potter family's old house, don't worry about the money at all. In fact, the Slick-Ears hair potion on the market is an outstanding work of the Potters, although the family's production company was sold, the company that collaborates with you still exists, and you have a share of the income for every sale." Dumbledore said.
"I'll give you a list of those families."
"Although they haven't given the Potters any money since James died, you have to figure that out yourself."
Slick-Ears hair potion, gives people a silky feeling?
Hearing that someone actually owed him so much money, and was still trying to be a deadbeat, a glimmer of light flashed in Harry's emerald green eyes.
The wizarding world, seems like there are no human rights protections?
Maybe there are, but he doesn't know.
When the Doomsday Judgment comes one day......
"Of course, you can also ask this old man for help..." Before Dumbledore finished, Harry interrupted him.
"No need, I'll get the Potter family's money back myself." Harry didn't want to trouble Dumbledore, mainly because he didn't want to owe anyone favors.
Favors are the hardest to repay.
Dumbledore didn't mind, nodded and continued: "James was a master of Transfiguration, he had many notes stored with Minerva, you can ask her for them."
Harry was stunned, this was a huge surprise.
The reason why he joined Gryffindor wasn't because this house excelled in Transfiguration?
Now that he had his father's notes, and could also ask the Head of House for advice, it was great.