This Hogwarts is not normal

Rolf Scamander, he is the grandson of Newt Scamander, who defeated the original Dark Lord.

With such an aura, he acts in a very low-key manner.

When I first entered school, it was still a sensation, but now it seems like an ordinary student.

He is not competitive, a true Hufflepuff.

He is only interested in magical creatures, and doesn't pay much attention to learning anything.

This mentality is very similar to that of Cedric.

"Do you want to go and see together tonight?"

"The kitchen? Then we have to go there early."

They were not interested in Quirrell, but rather interested in the sound that sounded in the middle of the night.

Not long after dawn, four small figures quietly slipped into the kitchen.

"Dude, what are you looking at?"

Vincent looked away from a long table, "It's nothing, I just feel that there is something different here."

George sat in his old seat, "What's the difference?

Let alone students, even professors may not come here. "

"Okay." Vincent enlarged the small wooden door, "Same as before?"

The eyes of the twins suddenly brightened, "Can I have something new?"

"Hermione?"

"I'll just eat whatever I want."

After thinking for a while, he walked in.

Today is a good day to celebrate.

Tomato and egg noodles are rich in nutrition, but you will get tired of eating them every day.

So, he changed his way of eating.

Cut the tomatoes into small pieces, mix with the butter and cook slowly over low heat.

Then add a little onion and kale to taste, and a pot of tomato and butter soup full of British flavors is born.

Sliced ​​cod, simply marinated beef slices, boneless chicken wings and other ingredients are automatically stacked on each plate.

When looking for vegetables, Vincent was dumbfounded.

Artichokes, cauliflower, beetroot, etc. have never been seen in the previous life, and in this life they are only eaten as salads. How should they be processed?

"Clear springs like water—"

After washing, cut them into quarters.

The aroma inside has already spread throughout the kitchen.

Under the salivating expressions of the twins and Hermione, a big red pot fell in front of them.

There is also a small stove and a few candles.

When the soup base was boiled again, all three of them had expressions of great enjoyment on their faces.

"Brother, how about I marry you in the future."

George's words almost made Vincent fall.

He pointed his wand at the long table, and the plates behind him flew past one after another.

"I'm only 11 years old, I don't understand this."

Fred put on a flattering smile, "Good brother, why don't you marry into our family.

Ginny is very beautiful, you will love her very much. "

"I can't thank you enough."

Vincent sat down firmly, "She has six older brothers, do you think I can handle them?"

"It seems so."

George stopped joking, "Man, how do you eat this stuff?"

Hermione glared at him a little bit, "I saw it in a gourmet magazine once. Is this an oriental hot pot?"

"Yes." Vincent turned the spoon into a pair of chopsticks. "It should be used like this. I also learned the recipe by accident."

He clumsily picked up a piece of cod and put it tremblingly into the pot.

Feeling a little baffled, George didn't think much, and started imitating him to make a pair of chopsticks.

Fred caught it, and the fish broke into two pieces.

"Well—it's delicious!" Vincent raised his eyebrows at the two of them.

The provocative twins tried their best, and finally succeeded in changing to beef that is not easy to break.

But as soon as it was picked up, the meat fell to the table.

"Dude, is this really the first time you've used this stick—chopsticks?"

"Yes, I have good physical coordination."

Seeing Vincent getting more and more proficient in using it, both of them completely extinguished their competitive spirit.

Not only can he fight, but he is also talented in flying.

"Ginnie will enter school next year, do you want us to introduce you?"

George received another glare from Hermione.

Vincent didn't say anything, but just speeded up his hands.

"Insidious!" Fred reached out and picked up the beef on the table and put it into the pot, "We haven't even eaten the first bite yet!"

Hermione looked away, and tremblingly picked up a chicken wing.

The bigger something is, the easier it is to pick it up with chopsticks.

She learns the master's operation, and is stunned by the twins who plan to pick up the ingredients with their bare hands.

Although Vincent didn't say anything, the three of them knew that he was very polite when dining, and he seemed to have a bit of a little cleanliness.

"It's really delicious." George switched to a fork.

Fred licked off the soup from his mouth, "Sweet and sour, I feel like I can eat till dawn."

"I don't want to accompany you." Vincent picked up a piece of artichoke. "Tomorrow we have Potions class. If you want to continue, you can handle the ingredients yourself."

"Oh, you are so cruel~"

He opened his mouth tremblingly and took a small bite, "Well—it's actually quite delicious."

"Goo-"

Four pairs of big eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

Vincent swallowed the whole artichoke, and was about to wipe his mouth when the "cuckoo" sound suddenly sounded again.

"Someone?"

"It is clear."

"Is it Quirrell?"

"I don't think so."

He slowly picked up a piece of cod, rinsed it in the pot several times, "It must be some hungry student."

The twins smacked their lips and ignored the abnormality over there.

"They're all too shy to hide, let's not disturb them."

Hermione was immediately in awe of the three natural acting skills.

The way they were enjoying each other, she would probably be crying.

"Goo-"

I really couldn't hold back over there.

Rove with a hippie smile had just lifted the disillusionment spell, and Cedric next to him also appeared.

“Good evening~”

George looked up, "You guys are waiting for us, aren't you?"

Rove smiled awkwardly, "If you say no, can we be together?"

"Of course not." Fred became playful, "Unless you are willing to keep it a secret."

"necessary!"

Cedric looked eagerly at the reduced food, "Even if it's Professor Dumbledore, we won't reveal a word!"

Vincent patted the empty seat next to him, "Let's go together, I'll go in and prepare more."

Rove watched him get up, and elbowed him to the side, "You're right, he has a really good personality."

When they were both seated, Fred squeezed between them.

"Couldn't you have guessed it was us?"

Cedric picked up the chicken wings firmly with the conjured chopsticks, "No, we only recently discovered that the kitchen is a bit noisy at night.

Both Rove and I agreed that it was you and George, I didn't expect Wayne and Granger to be there. "

Hermione rolled her eyes at the twins, "I just said that if you are too loud, you will definitely attract Hufflepuff students."

George curled his lips, "Professor Dumbledore has tacitly agreed to our night tour~"

"That can't be too much."

"Got it, Professor Granger!"

He straightened his waist and said seriously: "We have realized our mistake, please hold your hand high."

"I admit defeat." Hermione bowed her head and continued to eat.

Cedric and Rove glanced at each other, realizing something from it.

Dumbledore agrees?

"You guys, shouldn't you..."

"That's right." Vincent came out, followed by a large group of floating dishes.

"We all know the identity of the mysterious man.

He is Quirrell. "

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