Hogwarts: I Can Still Learn

"You mean, you just smelled it and then fell asleep?"

"And you had a dream?"

Fred George and Vincent occupied a table in Qiu's Chinese restaurant and were seriously discussing the unknown potion.

"Yes!" Vincent took a sip of tea and continued, "Actually, I only fell asleep for 10 minutes, but I felt like at least two hours had passed in my dream."

"Then what did you dream about?" George took out a notebook, as if he wanted to write down the effects of the potion.

"Hmm...don't remember."

Vincent was telling the truth. When he woke up in the laboratory, he found that he only remembered that he had returned to the world in his previous life in his dream. As for what he had dreamed about, he could not remember much of it.

But this is not a strange thing. Many people do not remember the details of their dreams after waking up from them. This is normal.But Vincent discovered that not only had he forgotten the content of the dream, but even the memory of his previous life had become very blurry.

Is this what the potion does?

Probably not. If Professor Bloch wants to erase someone's memory, he can just cast the Forgetting Curse. Why take such a big risk and get a potion with such a high degree of difficulty?

The effect of the potion should only be to make people fall asleep and dream.

"Is it just making people dream? It's so boring! I thought it was some kind of enhanced love potion!" George said, touching his chin.

Then you think love potions are interesting, right?

Young man, your ideas are dangerous!

"But if we want to understand the function of the potion, it's best to experiment a few more times." He suddenly smiled maliciously, "Vincent, I'll leave it to you..."

!!!

"Don't even think about it!" Vincent refused without reservation.

Although he couldn't remember the content of the dream, his mind told him that this potion was definitely dangerous!

If it weren't for the conflict between his two lifetime memories, Vincent doubts that he would have woken up so easily.

This potion seems to be able to create a dream that the user desires most. For example, in Vincent's dream, he was not diagnosed with an incurable disease, and his brothers and sisters who died in the orphanage also came back to life.

Everything was so real and beautiful that he couldn't even realize that it was a dream!

"I just called you here to tell you that the pot that George prepared at the beginning was correct. If you make another pot according to that method, you can collect the money, understand?" Vincent said.

"One pot may not be enough. If the water is to be boiled dry, the amount required by the faceless man must be at least..." As he spoke, Fred stopped and counted on his fingers.

"Faceless man?" Vincent raised an eyebrow, "You mean Professor Bloch?"

The face of the disfigured man appeared in his mind. Indeed, the nickname was...

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you want to know what he wants this medicine for?" George said.

"Maybe... to treat insomnia?" Fred guessed.

Hiss——, that makes so much sense!

If this medicine is harmless to the human body, with its ability to hypnotize and create good dreams, as long as the intake is controlled, it is indeed a good medicine for insomnia patients.

But shameless...ah!Professor Bloch's price is not low.

If it's really just insomnia, wouldn't it be nice to go to a Muggle hospital and prescribe some sleeping pills?

It's also possible that he has too much money and nowhere to spend it...

"That's really extravagant..." Vincent expressed his disdain for such extravagant and wasteful rich people.

"Who is extravagant?" Uncle Zhang asked suddenly. He didn't know when he got behind them.

"I'll go, scare me!" Fred really jumped up from his seat. If he hadn't been sitting on the same bench as George, he might have knocked him over.

"How to talk to elders, big or small, don't always follow Vincent's example, you know?"

"??? Why does it have to do with me again?" Vincent's eyes widened, "Eh? Why should I say..."

"What's your name! Don't scare away all my customers!" Uncle Zhang yelled with a straight face.

"..." You obviously have the loudest voice.

However, the customers in the restaurant were very calm, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they heard it.

Boss Zhang of the Chinese restaurant is known to everyone in the pedestrian street for his loud voice, and most of the people who come here are regular customers and have long been used to it.

If it weren't for the authentic Cantonese food cooked by Uncle Zhang, people would always come here because of it, and the only ones who could stand him would be these regular customers...

"It's served!" Uncle Zhang brought two bowls of wonton noodles to Fred and George.

"Oh! That's great, I'm so hungry that I can eat a Hippogriff!" Fred said excitedly.

A couple at the next table turned their heads in surprise. They were probably trying to assemble the "eagle head", "horse body" and "wings" in their minds, and then, they couldn't get over it...

Vincent really wants to say that your imagination is not wrong.

The two people gave Fred one last look with a complicated look, as if they were suffering from a second grade illness, and then they stood up, paid the bill, and left.

"Uncle Zhang, where's my share?" Vincent looked at Uncle Zhang longingly as he wanted to leave after serving the food to the twins.

"You? Just wait!" Uncle Zhang had no intention of controlling his volume.

Vincent's expectant expression fell.

Uncle Zhang snorted, "Who told you to just order things that are not on the menu?"

"Last time I ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, and this time I ordered the whole stir-fried beef ribs, huh? You're going to give me a problem!"

With that said, Uncle Zhang walked back to the kitchen cursing, and after a while, he brought out another plate of fried rice noodles.

"Enjoy it, Hundan!" Uncle Zhang said in his usual loud voice and flicked his tongue, just like an Indian selling pancakes on the street.

"..."

I guess I learned it from foreign tourists...

Vincent winced.He didn’t intentionally order something that wasn’t on the menu, it just happened that what he wanted to eat wasn’t on the menu…

But there was no way, he couldn't do without Uncle Zhang's craftsmanship.Not to mention eating once a day, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't eat Chinese food for three days.

And he doesn't seem to be able to eat for much longer - he has to go to Hogwarts next year.

So he had to hurry up and eat whatever he thought of in the remaining half a year or so.

When he thought about having to eat only bread and potatoes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, he felt extremely reluctant to leave this place.

How can we live without rice rolls and sugar water...

He glanced at the menu.

The Hogwarts kitchen should be... unable to make these!

If he remembered correctly, the people who prepared the food at Hogwarts seemed to be house elves.

As for house elves, with a little training, it should be... not impossible.

Vincent looked at Uncle Zhang guiltily. He would definitely not agree to train the house elves at Hogwarts!

But... there is no other way...

"Uncle Zhang, do you have a recipe? Or cooking notes."

Vincent has a bold idea...

He temporarily calls it: Hogwarts Cuisine Reform Plan!