This Hogwarts is not normal

"We can't change everything."

Vincent leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling with wandering eyes, "We are just little wizards who just entered the first grade."

"Then I'll be the most powerful person in the wizarding world."

Hermione's eyes were so determined that he looked away in astonishment.

"The first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history..."

Vincent smiled lightly and shook his head, "I didn't expect your condition to be worse than mine~"

As soon as the small solid leather shoes were lifted up, he stood up quickly like a conditioned reflex.

"..." Hermione walked over with a dark face.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop you."

The dazed Vincent was dragged towards the kitchen door by her.

"Why can't I have supper?"

"You can't trouble them."

He stopped suddenly, "Should I be the head office myself?"

Hermione tugged a few times but failed to move, "Just you?

Can you still cook? "Although she was extremely suspicious, she still let go of her little hand.

Vincent confidently asked Papa, "Can I cook something?"

"Of course, Mr. Wayne." Papa pointed to a small wooden door nervously.

"I'll do it myself." Vincent came to the small door and used the deformation technique to expand it to a size that could barely be squeezed in.

Hermione followed suit.

"You want to steal?" He swiped his wand over the unlit candles.

"I'm here to watch over you."

She looked at the lit candles one after another, her expression became a little unnatural, "In case you make a mess here."

"I will restore the spell." Vincent looked at the ingredients with the freshness spell, "What do you want to eat?"

"Not bad."

He turned to look at the little Hermione, and thoughtfully picked a few eggs.

After choosing the tomatoes and dried noodles, under a pair of extremely disturbed eyes, he used the floating spell to float all the ingredients into the air.

"The kitchen knife is flying—"

An unremarkable western-style kitchen knife landed on his right hand.

"Clear springs like water—"

The summoned stream of water washes the ingredients along with the wand in his left hand.

After that, Vincent raised the kitchen knife horizontally and quickly sliced ​​the tomatoes into slices.

The moment the egg shells broken with the back of the knife were picked apart, his left hand holding the wand pointed to a small bowl.

The small bowl floating under the egg whites and egg whites firmly caught them that suddenly fell.

The alder wand tapped against the sides of the bowl, and they began to spin and stir on their own.

Hermione's little face was a little surprised.

Regardless of whether the food tastes good or not, just because he is proficient in using these few simple spells, it already feels pleasing to the eye.

"Clap-pa-pa-pa-"

The house-elves outside couldn't help clapping their hands.

Vincent turned and bowed in thanks.

The clear water summoned again landed steadily on a large floating iron pot.

After a few small candles floated over to boil the water, the dried noodles that were almost soaked fell into it.

"With or without pepper?"

Hermione, who had already stared blankly, shook her head.

The alder wand draws a half arc from top to bottom, and the tomatoes and the well-stirred eggs fall into the iron pot at the same time.

A burst of sweet and sour breath made her subconsciously swallow her saliva.

When Vincent looked back, she suddenly moved her little face aside.

He was born in a big food empire in his previous life, how could he not know how to cook one or two simple delicacies.

Tomatoes, also known as tomatoes, are rich in vitamin C, malic acid, citric acid, fructose and other ingredients.

Eggs are rich in lecithin, which can not only nourish the brain nerves and improve the activation of brain cells, but also sterols, lecithin, calcium, iron, phosphorus and other elements can also be used as nutritional reserves for the body.

The starch, amino acids, vitamins, calcium ions and iron ions contained in dried noodles can effectively soften blood vessels, prevent cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and increase bone strength to a certain extent.

When these three simple and simple ingredients are combined, incredible and wonderful effects will occur.

If Tomato Egg Noodles had ranks, he could call himself the master of the wizarding world without pride.

The main color is the red of Gryffindor College, with sporadic yellow as an embellishment, and the smell is even more exciting.

Hermione couldn't believe that the big boy in front of her could cook, and the cooked food still looked decent.

Vincent, who flicked his wand again, first put the tomato and egg noodles in the iron pan into a large bowl, and then placed them and the tableware firmly on the tray.

"It's ready to eat." He walked over to Hermione.

She nodded numbly, "I can't eat so much."

"you can."

She walked out of the small wooden door and sat at the long table,

Vincent turned and walked in again.

"What else do you want to do?"

"Continue to make supper~" He spread his hands and looked at the house-elves with a smile.

Holding a silver fork, Hermione rolled up a handful of noodles with a complicated expression.

The sweet and sour taste in the mouth made her widen her big brown eyes.

This is undeniably delicious, and it is still delicious that the more you eat, the more you can't stop.

She is used to frozen and canned food, and found that food without condiments can be delicious.

Unknowingly, she raised the big bowl after eating the noodles.

He drank all the light red soup to the last drop, burped and showed a very satisfied smile.

At this time, Vincent just came out with another bowl.

"You spent 15 minutes just to cook the same one again?"

"Of course not." He sat across from her, "I slowed down the process and said what needs attention."

Hermione looked at the three ingredients floating in large quantities inside the wooden door, and noticed the smiling faces of the house-elves who controlled them.

"Can't you cook it for them?"

Vincent picked up the silver fork, "Let's not say that there are hundreds of them, even if I make it, they won't eat it."

"Why?" Hermione frowned, "We are not their masters."

"Because of the natural fear of wizards." He skillfully rolled up a handful of noodles, "This is already a habit engraved in their genes."

Hermione hung her head down.

She thought that after she became the Minister of Magic, the situation of the house elves under the mandatory regulations would definitely become better than it is now.

But what Vincent said reminded her of the most crucial point.

As long as the deep-rooted thinking of the house-elves remains unchanged, even if all the wizards treat them well, it will only solve the superficial problems after all.

Hermione raised her head suddenly, staring blankly at Vincent who was eating.

"Are you changing their minds?"

He swallowed the noodles slowly, "I've been doing this since the first time I saw them.

You know about the liberation movement in America?

They need a leader, a truly free-thinking leader. "

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, smiling and looking away from his face.

"I don't hate you now, Vincent Wayne."

"Should I be honored?"

"What do you say?"

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