The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Soon, John came out from behind the cabin.

By this time, Harry and the others were already so thirsty that they were seduced by the smell.

"John! Gollum!" Harry couldn't wait to step forward and asked, "Isn't the smell too outrageous? What on earth are you cooking?"

"That's the surprise I prepared for you."

John first said to Dumbledore, and then to Harry, "Have you finished all the preparations I asked you to do?"

"Of course! Wash the potatoes, wash the corn kernels, clean the live shrimps, dice the vegetables, carrots and mushrooms, all according to your instructions!"

Harry promised emphatically.

John also checked the situation in the kitchen while he was talking. When he saw that it was indeed done, he officially started cooking here.

Since all the snacks John picked were simple to prepare, and with the help of magic, it only took about twenty minutes for all the snacks to be prepared and placed on the long table that Hagrid had already laid out in the open space.

But at this moment, the Harry trio felt that their days were like years.

The smell coming from behind the hut was really terrifying.

It was like it had some kind of magic power, constantly stimulating their appetites, causing their mouths to secrete saliva, and their stomachs to make loud noises.

If possible, Harry and Ron would even want to start first.

It's a pity that Dumbledore, who is sitting in the main seat, is a man who knows etiquette.

John was not one of those house elves at Hogwarts who did chores, but a Hogwarts student who cooked for himself for the noble reason of sharing good food.

In any case, they should wait for John to take his seat and officially declare the banquet to begin.

Ever since, under Dumbledore's guidance, the situation at the long table became strange.

Harry, Ron, and even Hermione all stared at the dazzling array of snacks on the table with wide eyes.

Each of them had a ferocious expression on their face, they kept swallowing their saliva, and their stomachs would rumble from time to time, obviously looking extremely hungry.

But they didn't dare to touch the food on the table.

Just watching this scene will make people feel hungry and irritable involuntarily.

Fortunately, John didn't keep them waiting.

Not long after he returned to the backyard of the cabin, he came back with Hagrid and Michelle.

In their hands, they were holding several dinner plates.

Among them, John and Michelle were carrying yellow rice cakes and a variety of pasta snacks.

The dinner plate held by Hagrid was the most exaggerated. It was almost as big as two of Hagrid's heads. What was on it was cooked and cut, soaked in sauce, and made of bones. Neatly stacked mountains of meat!

The eyes of everyone at the long table were following the movement of the mountain of meat, including Dumbledore.

They all recognized it.

That meat mountain was the source of the strange fragrance before!

"Okay, everyone, please taste it."

As John's voice fell, Harry and Ron rushed over, took a large pile of meat slices with their dinner forks and devoured them like hungry wolves.

Hagrid was even more straightforward. He took out a big bone stick that John had reserved just for him and started chewing it.

John, Michelle and Dumbledore were the only three people left who were eating elegantly.

Of course, don’t be fooled by Michelle’s facade.

This girl took full advantage of her status as a 'helping cook' and was already at John's carving table eating meat long before the meat was served.

And among the remaining two.

John focused all his attention on Dumbledore.

As for Dumbledore, he was truly graceful and calm.

He did not compete with Harry and others for the 'meat mountain', but smiled and watched everyone gobble it up. After everyone's rhythm slowed down a bit, he gently forked a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

The next moment, Dumbledore's face showed a brief absence of concentration.

He chewed subconsciously until he swallowed the beef, and his eyes brightened.

"This is really... amazing!"

Dumbledore exclaimed, "I'm really sorry, John, please forgive my lack of language. This beef is extraordinarily delicious, and it seems to have some kind of wonderful magic! It's a... a very wild one." With such power, I seemed to see countless bison galloping on the grassland, and being among them made me involuntarily excited and excited!"

Hearing this, John also breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a smile:

"What you said is too exaggerated. I just added a small amount of horseradish, amphora, morning dew, grass fruit, cumin and other magic ingredients to it. Many of these things have exciting and pleasant effects.

In addition, I also added ingredients such as white fresh vegetables, salamander blood, and lavender, which are very beneficial to the human body. They can treat some injuries, strengthen the body, and activate blood circulation. "

"Yes! My body is heating up and it feels so good."

Dumbledore also said with a smile.

"Well, boiling your blood is not a good thing for an old man like you." As John spoke, he pushed the yellow rice cake in front of Dumbledore and poured a full bowl of osmanthus nectar for him. , "Maybe you should try this, yellow rice cake! I added gastrodia elata, narcissus petals and a lot of honey in it, it can make you feel more comfortable."

As soon as Dumbledore heard the word 'honey', he forked a piece of yellow rice cake without saying a word, dipped it in osmanthus honey and put it in his mouth.

Then, he fell into a state similar to Harry and others next to him.

He kept eating hard and kept giving John a thumbs up when he took the time.

Dumbledore's fondness for sweets was revealed to John by Snape.

He complained more than once that Dumbledore was like an old bee, hiding in the principal's office all day long buzzing around all kinds of sweets.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

This pastry is paired with sweet-scented osmanthus honey. It is soft and waxy in the mouth and mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sweetness of honey.

The rose, raisin and red date filling in the middle enriches its texture and taste.

Such a dessert is something a sweetheart like Dumbledore simply cannot resist.

In this case, my goal today should be considered a success.

Thinking so, John nodded with satisfaction, and then joined the dining team.

More than an hour later, the banquet came to an end amid laughter and laughter.

The long table, which was originally full of all kinds of food, has now been completely emptied.

As a price, everyone present sat slumped in their seats with dull expressions, looking stunned.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who stood up first and said with a smile:

"Thank you, John, for giving me an incredible meal!"

Seeing this, John stood up quickly and said:

"You're welcome, Professor Dumbledore, this is just a little bit of heresy that doesn't make sense."

"How humble of you, John! Like I told you before, this is no heresy."

Dumbledore said sincerely, "John, if you are willing, can you write a paper explaining the principles of this kind of special cuisine? Of course, it would be better if it could be paired with a cookbook!

I would like to publish it in your name for the public, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot and the Order of Merlin.

I can guarantee that they will give you a third-class Medal of Merlin! "

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

John said with a smile and a nod.

This small request was nothing to him, and he was happy to use it to make Dumbledore think more highly of and trust him.

However, John did not have any expectations for what Dumbledore called the 'Merlin Order of Merlin, Third Class'.

The Order of Merlin is one of the highest honors in the wizarding world.

Its gold content is so high!

So John felt that Dumbledore was just blowing him off out of politeness.

He had seen too many such things in his past life.

Anyone who really believes this kind of flattery is a fool.

"Thank you again for your hospitality, John, and I'm looking forward to your paper."

Dumbledore said with another smile.

After saying that, he walked towards Hogwarts.

John watched the other party leave until Dumbledore's back completely disappeared from sight. Then he turned his head and looked at Hagrid, who was burping continuously.

"Okay, Hagrid." John said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "Then now, isn't it time for you to ask your fire dragon friend to come out and meet us?"

As soon as these words came out, Hagrid, who was originally extremely relaxed, suddenly froze.