Ron shook his head: "We only started having divination classes in third grade."

"Not everyone is Potter." Snape turned back casually and spoke meaningfully.

"Of course." Hermione agreed bluntly.

The elves born in the dishes, the competition between deliciousness and power, the journey under the starlight, the challenge of being held together by bonds...

"That's just self-protection, and I know you'll be fine." Karkaroff softened his tone.

Harry and Hermione would definitely be hung up and beaten.

"Is there anyone?" Hermione lowered her voice.

Dumbledore picked up the menu, thought about it carefully, and after a while, he was ready to speak.

Hermione bumped into his arms.

Everyone at the table disliked him.

"Severus, why are you still so carefree!" As they approached, Karkaroff gritted his teeth and roared anxiously, "I've invited you several times, why do you keep rejecting them?

?”

The rose bushes parted, revealing two white figures.

Ron hesitated and walked over with Lavender and sat down.

Dumbledore sighed, thought for a while, and then reluctantly pronounced a word: "Pork chop."

Karkaroff tilted his head unnaturally: "None of this matters now, Severus. I don't know why you can still be so confident and pretend that nothing happened, but you can't ignore it. Since the Quidditch World Cup,

, it has become more and more obvious over the past few months.”

But I dare not.

As they said this, the two of them started to quarrel. They both felt that their school was better.

"It's too troublesome." Harry said with no expression on his face, ordering a mediocre steak for himself, "I wasted more than an hour today just for this look."

Krum introduced Durmstrang to them, and Fleur also introduced Beauxbatons.

A steaming pan-fried pork chop immediately appeared on his plate.

Other witches and wizards came one after another. Most of them wanted to invite Harry, but a few slipped through the net and wanted to invite Hermione.

Dumbledore stood up and talked nonsense. He was particularly remembering his youth tonight and took longer than usual to announce that dinner was ready.

George and Fred held their female companions in their arms and poked their heads, ready to move and eager to try. They really wanted to hum the extremely famous piano piece at this time.

Hermione's face turned red and she hugged Harry's arms tighter.

Mag nodded in agreement.

"Is it wrong to let food become a pet?"

Snape's expression changed: "It?"

Hermione was so tired that she felt weak. With Harry's help, she sat down aside.

Ron couldn't even talk to them properly.

Snape's tone was cold: "Meet the person who reported me? Mr. Karkaroff, I am not that magnanimous."

Harry took out a small pocket from the Sorting Hat and covered her eyes.

The yard outside the auditorium has also been renovated. Roses bloom in the garden contrary to the season, shining like stars, and the low bushes are clustered in clusters, giving it the texture of an oil painting.

Until the end of three songs.

While they were talking, they turned a corner.

"Fortunately it's the upper, not the heel." Harry nodded.

Lavender turned back blankly and looked at Harry and Hermione in confusion. Were they like this before the third year?

Fleur was a little unwilling to give up. She watched Hermione sit down and come over to invite Harry, but was decisively rejected.

Dumbledore asked the students to stand up, and with a wave of his wand, the tables immediately became decorations on the dance floor.

A young man comes to this world full of courage and dreams with the memory of a top-notch chef in his previous life.

"The food that hides magical power, show your true power in front of me! In the name of your imperial chef, Qin Lang, I order you - the food spirit is born!"

"...Eh? Why didn't you respond?!"

[Stable 6,000 a day, 5,000 will finish an old book, trustworthy]
Chapter completed!