Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Looking at the ecstatic expressions on Harry and the others' faces,

The blond boy standing in the crowd felt very uncomfortable.

Isn't it just a fox that can cook?

What's so great about it?

His house-elf can do it too!

But whether I can make such tempting food is hard to say...

When I think of the mouth-watering aroma just now,

The professor's eating pleasure

As the professor rolled away the food, the aroma of the food wafted

A trickle of shiny saliva flowed from the corner of Malfoy's mouth.

He quickly reached out to wipe it off, looked around, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my image has not been damaged.

However, even if his image was not damaged, Malfoy did not feel much better.

He couldn't help but glance at Harry and the others again, complaining in his heart:

"Didn't anyone notice me?"

However, Harry and the others were still immersed in joy and did not notice his presence at all.

Malfoy sighed inwardly, feeling as if he had been forgotten by the whole world.

He turned and left, secretly deciding in his heart that he must let Harry and the others know that he, Malfoy, was not someone to be trifled with!

He would make them pay for neglecting him!

Malfoy gritted his teeth in his heart and decided to let Harry and others know how powerful he was.

The dishes cooked by their elves are the best.

He would use his own way to make them understand that he, Malfoy, was not someone to be bullied.

So, Malfoy began to plan how to let Harry and others know how powerful he is.

He would use his own way to let them know that he, Malfoy, was not someone to be bullied.

The first thing he thought of was to find an opportunity to take revenge on Harry and Ron.

He could secretly cause them little troubles, such as hiding their books or wetting their beds.

This will make them feel uncomfortable without causing too much trouble.

Malfoy could also use his connections to spread rumors about Harry and Ron in the school.

He could say they cheated, or fought, or something else bad.

Although these are all false, people often like to hear gossip, which can make Harry and Ron lose their reputation among their classmates.

In addition, Malfoy can use his family background to threaten Harry and Ron.

He could tell them that if they dared to disrespect him again, he would ask his father to find the principal and make trouble for them.

Malfoy believed that as long as he wanted to, he would be able to find many ways to let Harry and others know how powerful he was.

He would make them regret ever ignoring him.

Just because their attention was on a fox.

There was a determination glittering in Malfoy's eyes, and he secretly told himself that he must make them pay the price!

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now,

The two big guys, Crabbe and Goyle, were standing on tiptoe.

They were looking over there curiously, unaware of their young master's little action.

"I bet the food that fox cooks can't compare to the food our elf cooks!"

Goyle said to Malfoy as he stood on tiptoe to look.

"Look at them looking so delicious with clowns!"

Malfoy curled his lips in disdain, a look of disgust on his face.

"Look at them all laughing like clowns. They are just some Muggle food. What's so special about them?"

He snorted again with contempt.

"Yes, Master is absolutely right! Let's go back quickly and let Shanshan prepare delicious food for us!"

Crabbe quickly echoed.

Gore also nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the food Shanshan cooks is the best!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes at them unhappily, secretly despising them in his heart:

"What a bunch of ignorant fools!"

"Humph, you stupid guys, don't you know how to do anything else besides eating?"

He swore under his breath in dissatisfaction.

"Master, of course we will do other things, such as taking care of those who dare to challenge you!"

Crabbe said in a flattering manner.

"Yes, Master, we will help you teach those ignorant people a lesson!"

Gore said unyieldingly.

"Okay, stop talking!"

Malfoy waved his hand impatiently, motioning for the two to follow him.

Then he strode away proudly from the place, leaving Crabbe and Goyle behind with bewildered looks.

"It's time for us to go back."

He turned and walked in the direction of the castle, with Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly following him.

"Wait for me, Master!"

While chasing Malfoy, the two of them did not forget to look back at Donald.

"What are you looking at!"

Malfoy said viciously.

"Watch out or I'll deduct your pocket money!"

Crabbe and Goyle were so frightened that they quickly looked away and quickened their pace to catch up with Malfoy.

"Master, Harry Potter, what's delicious over there?"

Gall asked.

"How should I know what delicious food a bunch of Muggles can make?"

Malfoy said.

"But they look like they are enjoying their meal."

Gower said.

"That's because they have never eaten the food cooked by our elves."

Malfoy said.

"Yeah, the food our elves cook is the best."

Crabbe said.

"That's right, Master. Let's go back quickly and let Shanshan prepare something delicious for us."

Gower said.

"Well, let's go," Malfoy said.

The three of them walked further and further away and soon disappeared in the Hogwarts campus.

Malfoy strode along, calculating in his mind.

"No, I have to think of a way to show that fox what real food is!"

When he got home, Malfoy immediately found his house-elf, Winky.

"Sparkle, I order you to cook a dish that's even more delicious than the one that fox made!"

Malfoy said haughtily.

Twinkle bowed respectfully.

"Okay, Master."

Not long after, Winky came to Malfoy with a plate of exquisite dishes.

"Master, please taste it."

Twinkle said with her head down.

Malfoy proudly picked up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

However, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"What's that smell? It's horrible!"

Malfoy frowned and said unhappily.

Winky looked at Malfoy nervously and asked cautiously:

"Master, isn't it delicious?"

Malfoy glared at Winky and said angrily:

“How do you do things?

Can this thing be called food?

Do it again! "

Shanshan was so scared that he nodded repeatedly and quickly took the plate away.

After a while, she brought another dish.

Malfoy took a bite, but was still not satisfied.

In this way, Winky kept changing various dishes, but was never able to satisfy Malfoy's requirements.

Finally, Malfoy waved his hand impatiently:

“Forget it, don’t try again.

It seems I have to make a perfect dish myself.”

So Malfoy began to prepare the dishes himself.

He found a magical cookbook and studied the recipes carefully.

After some hard work, I finally made a dish that looked delicious.

Malfoy nodded with satisfaction and said to himself:

"This should open the eyes of the fox!"

Malfoy proudly picked up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

However, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"What's that smell? It's horrible!"

Malfoy complained, frowning.

Twinkle fell to her knees in panic.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll make another one right away."

Malfoy threw the plate to the floor in anger.

"Forget it, you are no better than that fox!"

After saying that, he left the restaurant angrily.