Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The Quidditch match is around ten o'clock.

So, they still have some time to spend on other things like...

Although Harry didn't think it was enough time, it was a disdain for him.

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But Helena and Astoria didn't think so. They felt that Harry would be satisfied with their abilities—they could make delicious and sufficient food in just over two hours. Come for breakfast.

But these two eldest ladies are the daughters of gold who have never been in the kitchen.

Harry gave up hope.

"Don't look down on me, my taste is not casual, it would be great if you can learn how to cook a poached egg for me from scratch in these two hours, and you even boast that you can make a full serving of poached eggs." Breakfast on the table, I tell you, my stomach is as big as a dragon."

This idea was suggested by Helena, and with her modest personality, she definitely didn't want to live with Harry for nothing.

Otherwise what?

She was Helena Ravenclaw, how could she live in a wizard's house as if she was adopted?

So she promised that she would be responsible for the breakfast of this family in the future, and after Harry got up every day, he could have a hot breakfast waiting for him.

Then Astoria thought it was very interesting, and also yelled, cooking for her brother.

Harry didn't want to be bothered.

So he said generously: "If you really want to thank me, you can just pay with your flesh. Why bother to work so hard?"

Helena's indirect deafness happened again.

She seemed to have never heard of it.

There were many question marks in Astoria's mind, she said suspiciously: "Brother, what is meat compensation?"

Harry thought for a while and said, "Well... you can understand that it is also a kind of "eating", but the place of "eating" is not fixed, such as the kitchen, balcony, bathroom, bedroom, sofa... Either way."

Astoria nodded half understanding.

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Harry patted the wall,

Shouted: "Bing House, give me another function in the room, a door that can reach anywhere at will."

Slowly, the wall began to twist, forming a vortex, and finally a door appeared.

"Okay, you can go, um, buy ingredients in the wizarding world, or go to Gringotts to exchange for pounds and then go to the Muggle world, it's up to you."

So Helena with a nervous face and Astoria with an excited face stepped on the door that could leave Hogwarts.

A ghost, a little girl, go shopping together.

Listen to Inches!

...

Half an hour later, they came back.

They carry a lot of things.

Harry looked "surprised" after seeing what they bought.

"Wow, toad, we can fry it, it must be much more delicious than fried chicken legs, why didn't other chefs think of this? They must be too stupid!"

"This is? The palm of the troll?" Harry nodded and commented, "Perhaps steaming is good."

"Plono caterpillars - it can be served as a cold dish, or steamed and sprinkled with garlic sauce."

"Let me see what else is there." Harry looked through the bag carefully.

At least he's going to die under what, you have to figure it out, don't you?

"There is also a big bag of slimy slugs." Harry sincerely "admired" and said: "As expected of Helena, who is both beautiful and intelligent, she did not forget to cook a pot of delicious soup."

"Pair it with the colorful man-eating mushrooms held by Astoria, and the fragrant mushroom soup, my favorite."

"Hmm... There is even a fresh fruit, Medusa snake fruit. If I remember correctly, one of them is enough to poison an adult dragon."

Helena felt cheated.

In Diagon Alley, the hook-nosed old hag who set up a stall pulled her to introduce her, saying that these are the favorite foods of modern young wizards.

But looking at Harry like this, it seemed, seemed, vaguely, probably, maybe not.

Astoria said happily: "Brother, just wait and see our craftsmanship."

Then he dragged Helena into the kitchen.

Astoria picked up the wand, pointed at the gas stove, and said, "Gulu Gulu Chicken."

A blue flame appeared with a "bang" and fell into the stove.

In the living room, Harry listened to the clinking of their pots and pans, and the occasional exclamation.

Sighing, he casually picked up the little cutie who was walking back and forth in front of him, and licked it twice.

Said: "Later, I will hand over the food they cook to you."

The little cutie broke free and fled back to the bedroom.

Forty minutes later.

The "meal" is ready.

Helena and Astoria looked at Harry furtively, and brought out a large pot from the kitchen.

At this moment, Astoria no longer had the self-confidence she had just now.

Because she knew that this pot of food that was still boiling with green bubbles was definitely not something that could be eaten.

At least it was different from any of the bread, milk, bacon, and barbecue she had seen.

"Is this the legendary 'hodgepodge'?" Harry looked complicated, looking at the strange thing that boiled everything together in a pot, and then at Helena and Astoria.

The two of them lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly into Harry's eyes.

Harry's wand drew a circle in the air.

"Clean up."

The pot of dark food was swept away without a drop.

Then he went back to the kitchen and summoned a bunch of eggs from Hagrid with the Coming Charm.

In the end it was Harry who fried a poached egg and cooked half a pot of porridge.

Waiting for Astoria to eat fried golden eggs and drink a big bowl of porridge. Although it is simple, it is very happy to eat.

Helena sat across the table, feeling like she was neither sitting nor standing.

Harry said lightly: "Since you agreed, don't just talk about it."

Helena nodded slightly.

"Whenever you are free, you can go to New Oriental for further training. I still prefer Chinese food."

Helena asked, "Where is New Oriental?"

Harry said: "Hogwarts in the chef world." (I, New Oriental, make money!)

Helena looked shocked.

...

Quidditch is especially popular, even in this bad weather, it can't stop the love of wizards.

The whole school teachers and students came out to watch the game as usual.

They ran along the lawn towards the field, keeping their heads down against the strong wind, because the umbrellas in their hands were blown away by the wind halfway.

In the locker room, Slytherin's Quidditch captain Flint cheered up his teammates with a crying face: "Don't worry, we don't care about the drizzle."

The top of Malfoy's head and clothes on his upper body were already wet, because his big umbrella was also blown away on the way here.

He sighed in his heart: If this is drizzle, then there is really no heavy rain.

The Slytherins changed into dark green robes and looked at Flint.

Generally, Flint will give some pre-match speeches to boost morale.

But today Flint didn't have that thought anymore. He sighed and walked out, and the others followed him.

The wind was blowing so hard that Malfoy, the youngest, swayed from side to side as they walked towards the pitch.

A burst of thunder suppressed the cheers and applause of the audience.

Someone in the team muttered, "It seems like it's going to rain even more."

"Shut up, crow mouth!"

...

The Ravenclaw Quidditch players had just entered from across the pitch.

Harry was standing in the doorway.

They all winked at each other, leaving Zhang Qiu at the back.

Who doesn't know that Harry Potter and Zhang Qiu are lovers, not to mention that the red flying broom that Zhang Qiu is holding now is sponsored by Harry.

"People in Ravenclaw are smart," Harry praised.

Zhang Qiu smiled.

Harry shook Zhang Qiu's hand.

Zhang Qiu blushed a little. Although she hadn't entered the stadium yet, there must be many people watching the entrance of the stadium.

A layer of gauze covered Zhang Qiu's body, and the raindrops were bounced off when he approached Zhang Qiu.

The speed of the Firebolt can reach one hundred and fifty miles per hour. In this kind of rainy weather, you can't even open your eyes and you can't see the Snitch.

If you fly in the sky, you will be drenched in half a minute, and your body will be frozen and unconscious in five minutes.

Harry didn't want Zhang Qiu to suffer this kind of crime.

The most important thing is... he did not violate the rules of the Quidditch game.

(???)

Because the rules do not prohibit players from having protection spells themselves, this is the most nonsense.

...

Zhang Qiu followed his teammates.

The two teams walked to the middle of the court.

Ravenclaw's team robes were blue, and Zhang Qiu attracted everyone's attention when he played.

There was an exclamation of "Oh hoo" at the same time.

She is just astonishingly beautiful.

The commentator Jordan shouted: "It's the most beautiful Seeker at Hogwarts, Zhang Qiu."

"But in today's weather, she seems destined to suffer."

"Because she is the only female player in Ravenclaw, her teammates and opponents are particularly physically dominant today. I can't help but worry that Zhang Qiu will be blown away by the wind in the sky..."

Jordan is very able to mobilize the audience's emotions, just when everyone can't help but follow his train of thought and worry about Zhang Qiu.

A huge male duck's voice suddenly sounded.

It was Jordan shouting, and the microphones broke.

He's like a goblin discovering a new world.

"Oh my goodness!"

"That's... that's the Firebolt!"

"Zhang Qiu is holding a Firebolt!!"

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