hogwarts chef

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Heyang was surprised when he saw a thin figure wandering in.

"I wanted to see if I could help, sir." Harry said timidly, "I've always been in charge of the Dursleys' house. I'm good at frying steaks and potato chips."

"Get out of here now."

Zhang Heyang shows no mercy to the savior. The British want to enter my kitchen?There is no door!

Dursley screamed outside, that's my kitchen, mine!

Zhang Heyang picked up a pumpkin, and the wand in his hand shook like a convulsion. Then he saw that the pumpkin seemed to be carved with a sharp knife. The pumpkin cracked out of thin air, and the rind and pulp crumbs scattered one after another, like A golden rain fell.

That kind of beauty is like the ultimate art. It doesn't feel like cooking at all, but it really feels like carving a sculpture. It's a bit more perfect than the David of Climax. The artistic atmosphere from the shop is simply subversive. Harry's knowledge of pumpkins.

“Turns out pumpkins can be used for more than just cooking.”

A trace of confusion appeared in Harry's purely British brain. Is it still allowed to eat like this?

While Harry was stunned, Zhang Heyang poked the pot on the stove with his wand, and saw the pot jumping up on its own, putting the pork in the water to blanch it, while the other pot was bumping up and down with a strange frequency. The condiments and sauces are jumping up and down like an elf dance.

What kind of method is this?

Harry was still confused, but Zhang Heyang certainly had no interest in explaining to these British bumpkins who had never seen "fried" before. He started to deal with the pile of soybeans.

The beans made a splashing sound, and Harry couldn't see clearly. He took two steps forward to get a clearer view.

"call!"

Harry just put his head next to the stove, and fire broke out from the pan where the sauce had just been stir-fried, burning half of Harry's messy head and blackening his little face.

"Fuck!"

Harry almost peed with fright. What kind of high technology was this? How could there be fire in the iron pot?

It was so easy to achieve for China's hype. It almost scared Harry to death. He secretly patted his chest and wondered if this was the legendary film method. It was indeed so terrifying.

Before Harry could calm down, three cold lights suddenly flashed past his eyes, and the remaining half of his hair was cut off. Fortunately, he was standing in a more coquettish position, otherwise Uncle Vernon's hair would be cut off. The bone knife was enough to cut Harry into minced meat.

"I told you to get out," Zhang Heyang looked up and saw Harry's embarrassed appearance. He nodded helplessly on his head with his wand, restored his shaved hair, and said, "The birthday boy should wait outside. .”

Harry walked out of the kitchen in despair, feeling that his whole outlook had been overturned.

Is this still possible?It turns out that this is how food should be cooked. No wonder my aunt and uncle have always felt that they are lazy because they are not good at cooking. It turns out that it is not making things difficult, it is true.

Harry walked back to the living room from the kitchen with a pained expression on his face. Dudley laughed loudly when he saw Harry's look, "Look, the new little wizard doesn't look very good.

What do you see?Is he using magic to conjure shit and toad eggs for your birthday party? "

"Boy, I think you might be dying." Hagrid stared at him with sharp eyes. He took out the Hainan Huanghuali wand that Zhang Heyang chose for him from his pocket. He felt that the magic power in his body had never been as boiling as it was at this moment. .

Dudley's throat tightened twice - let's just assume that the fluttering of the fat on his neck was due to swallowing. Harry saw the look of fear in Dudley's eyes and ignored Hagrid.

"Hey, brother, congratulations, you're about to have a perfect birthday." Hagrid couldn't be offended, and he was quite familiar with bullying Harry. Dudley looked at Harry with a sarcastic look on his face, which made Harry feel extremely scared.

Normal people would be frightened when they saw such a human expression on a pig's face. Zhang Heyang would probably immediately summon a flying sword and chop it down.

Dudley was very satisfied when he saw Harry's scared look, thinking that his cousin had succumbed to him again just like he had in the past 11 years. He said happily: "Brother, let me tell you, my title as the number one gourmet on Privet Drive is not Damn it, if you can please me, it’s just a small thing to teach you how to identify delicious food with your hands. You haven’t eaten any delicious food, so don’t be fooled by the weird dishes of some guys who don’t know how to pretend to understand!”

Dudley's meaningful words were particularly harsh in Harry's ears. It's not your fault that I haven't eaten anything good.But he felt that the way Zhang Heyang cooked just now was indeed a bit too sensational, so he sat upright and said, "Then why don't you tell me about delicious food?"

"Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully." Dudley narrowed his eyes and laughed: "I tell you, this cuisine must pay attention to the combination of ingredients and creativity. For example, in our country The most famous one is looking up at the stars, as well as chocolate eggplant and other delicacies.”

Dudley was lecturing non-stop, and the Dursleys kept nodding. He is indeed my precious little Dudley. Look at how knowledgeable he is!Even the recipe for high-end dishes such as tiger bananas can be explained clearly and clearly. It seems that it is time to reward this child again.

Hagrid listened in silence, feeling a little blushed. He didn't expect this stupid Muggle to know so many delicious dishes, which were no worse than the magical recipes made by the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen.Harry looked up at Dudley with his head up, as you all know, cousin, he is indeed the leader of Little Whinging.

Dudley smiled happily, "Of course, I am someone who goes to and dine in a Fortune [-] catering company, so let me ask who else is there?"

"A Fortune [-] company? Is it so powerful?" Harry expressed disbelief. Even if the Dursleys could barely be considered middle class, they were still far away from the Fortune [-].

"Of course, I have the Green Little Chicken Sunshine, the McDoughnut Crispy Little Diamond Wind, and the Bisheng Pavilion Sea Urchin Pizza, which I often taste!" Dudley raised his head proudly, "Brother, what's the matter? So, do you think I’m cool with you?"

Harry was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: "Don't look."

"If you don't want to look at it, forget it." Dudley sat back with a frustrated look and pressed the sofa into a photo again. He didn't know how many days this sofa could last. "Anyway, I tell you, I'm the only one who has eaten The person who has the most delicious food, there is no way that guy can make anything edible..."

Before Dudley could finish his sentence, he saw a large plate floating over from the kitchen like a ghost. There was half a pumpkin carved on it, and there seemed to be meat inside, but how could it smell like this? So fragrant?