The professors looked a little disheveled.
Students from other colleges were on the verge of tears.
Damn it, why does the food over at Gryffindor's look so delicious.
A Ravenclaw student, holding a chicken leg, stared at the Gryffindor table while subconsciously eating the chicken leg.
“It smells so good.” He was talking about the aroma his nose caught.
As for what was in his mouth, well, did this chicken leg have a flavor?
How could he not know?
"Is this a special meal that the house-elves prepared for the professors, why can the Gryffindors join in?" A little badger said enviously.
He wanted to go there and eat too.
Had Hufflepuff lost the house-elves' love?
"Stop thinking too much, Harry made that." A classmate next to him said.
"Huh? How do you know?" He was astonished and looked at his friend beside him.
His friend gave a mysterious smile.
He wouldn't tell him that he was hungry at noon so he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then he saw Harry cooking. He took a bite of Harry's lunch, the taste he could remember for a lifetime!
"Professor Dumbledore, I added 3 times the sugar to the candied yam in front of you. Remember to put the yam in cold water before eating, otherwise you will get burned."
These professors obviously hadn't eaten Chinese food and hadn't seen this dish called candied yam before. When they picked up a piece of candied yam with a fork, they saw a long sugar thread stretching out.
They all exclaimed in unison, looking like they had never seen the world.
Seeing that they were about to put it in their mouths, Harry quickly reminded them.
After hearing Harry's words, they avoided the consequences of burning their mouths.
"Thank you, Harry, this dish is amazing." Dumbledore ate another piece of candied yam with triple the sugar, smiling, obviously very satisfied with the taste of the dish.
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, he tasted a piece, it was too sweet.
But Dumbledore ate it without changing his expression. Harry gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
Professor McGonagall preferred sweet and sour carp and double-colored shrimp, probably because of her cat nature.
This was also a dish that Harry made specially for her.
Snape was more interested in apple tarts and crab roe shark fin soup.
Professor Flitwick obviously loved eight-treasure tofu and crab roe lion head.
As for Hagrid, Filch, and the Weasley brothers, they thought everything was delicious, everything was delicious, as long as it was made by Harry, it was delicious!
They had never eaten such delicious food in their lives.
There was actually someone in the world who could make such delicious food!
The Weasley twins were now very eager to apologize to Harry. They actually thought that Harry would only bring out a bowl of noodles.
Damn it, would these words be heard by Harry?
If Harry knew, and was angry about it, and said that he wouldn't cook for them anymore, the two of them would probably be beaten to death.
Dumbledore couldn't even save them, maybe Dumbledore would even kick them himself.
Although they wanted to apologize, their mouths were already blocked.
The mouth obviously had its own thoughts: Feed me! Chew faster, forget it, don't chew, just swallow it, I want the next dish to come in.
Under these circumstances, the mouth had no other redundant functions.
Percy had abandoned his dignity as a prefect.
What was he kidding, because he wanted to maintain this dignity, Ron had already grabbed how much food from him before.
Percy could only silently say to himself in his heart, this is a brother, he can't beat him, this is a brother.
Then he began to guard his food. Whoever dared to grab food from him, he glared angrily, like an enraged lion.
He could always have the dignity of a prefect, but Harry's food, you wouldn't know when you could eat it next time.
Percy, as a prefect, could obviously distinguish between one-time and long-term things.
Filch ate with big mouthfuls, wiping tears secretly.
As a Squib, no one had ever cared about him. Harry was a good student, inviting him to eat such delicious food.
He had never seen such a dish in his life.
It was so delicious.
After everyone ate and drank their fill, they walked back with a big belly, with difficulty.
They had eaten too much, it was good to take a walk to digest.
Harry packed up the remaining meat dishes and was ready to take them to Sally.
"Mr. Filch, you can take some fish and seafood back to Mrs. Norris to taste. I think she will love it. She hasn't eaten yet, has she?" Harry said to Filch who was about to leave.
Hearing Harry's words, Filch was so grateful that tears were about to flow again. He didn't expect that Harry actually cared about whether his Mrs. Norris had eaten. Harry's status in his heart rose infinitely.
"This, can I take the food away? Mr. Potter." Filch said nervously.
Of course he wanted his Mrs. Norris to eat such delicious food, but it was all Harry's cooking, and he was embarrassed to take it away.
"Well, it's okay, take it." Harry nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Filch bowed slightly to Harry and took the fish and seafood back.
Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory.
Sally was already waiting for him on Harry's bed.
Seeing Harry come in with a big bag of meat, Sally excitedly flew to Harry's shoulder, gently pecking his hair.
"Here, Sally, this is all for you, eat your fill, then take it back to eat, if it's not enough, come back and find me." Harry touched Sally, opened the bag, and let it eat.
Sally rubbed her head against Harry affectionately, then flew over to eat the meat.
"Burp." Ron burped, hugged his stomach, lay down on the bed, his face full of happiness.
"If Hermione knew what she missed, I bet she would regret why she went home." Ron said to Harry.
Harry was watching Sally eat. Hearing Ron's words, he shook his head and said, "It's also a happy thing to be able to go home and be with your family."
"That's true." Ron nodded in agreement.
"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest tonight, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Forget it, since I've chosen to rest, I'll just rest completely, I'm not going tonight." Harry shook his head.
"Then can you use your invisibility cloak to take me around Hogwarts at night." Ron said excitedly.
"Can't you just go now, there's still a long time before curfew." Harry looked at Ron strangely.
"It's different, it's completely different before curfew and after curfew. George and Fred often roam around Hogwarts after curfew, it's so cool." Ron said.
Harry was silent, he sometimes really couldn't understand Ron's thinking.
"Alright." Harry nodded.
"Great." Ron wanted to get up and cheer, but he couldn't get up, so he rolled on the bed.