This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Draco forked open the fluffy Yorkshire pudding noodles and picked out a sausage with a crispy skin.

"Pfft-" He opened his mouth and bit down, and the juice instantly filled his entire mouth.

This is a delicacy, a delicacy that he doesn't know the name of, but still enjoys.

"So you like to eat this?"

"Wayne!" Draco swallowed the sausage, raised his head and pointed his nostrils at the visitor.

Vincent, who was passing by, said with a teasing face, "This dish has a very elegant name. Do you want to know it?"

"In no mood."

"I have to say it even if I don't want to." He pointed to the sausages sandwiched in front of the lake. "Remember, this is called 'Toad in the Hole'."

"Rua—" Draco began to retch.

Just by looking at the shape and appearance, these sausages look like a bunch of little snacks.

"You're so cruel! Wayne!"

"I just have something to say." Vincent pointed to a piece of black sliced ​​sausage, "This thing tastes terrible, I suggest you don't eat it."

"Go away!" Draco slapped his big hand away, "You don't care what I like to eat!"

"Wish you a pleasant meal."

"snort!"

Vincent walked away with a rather sinister smile on his face.

Draco looked down at his "toad in the hole".

It's delicious, but it's really off-putting.

This toad-sausage is so tender and juicy, would the sliced ​​black sausage be unpalatable?

If you don't welcome him over for a meal, just say so. In the worst case, you'll just continue to be hungry.

I sniffed it gently with my nose, and the fragrance of fried fat hit my soul.

Does this stuff taste bad?

Draco took a delicious bite, and his whole little face twisted into a ball.

Such a fishy and greasy taste made his soul almost fly out.

"rua——"

Vincent looked back calmly.

"Hey, why do you keep trying to persuade me?"

"Beautiful!" Fred and George high-fived each other.

This black pudding was made by Justin Finch-Fletchley, a first-year Hufflepuff student.

He's Scottish and even makes haggis.

It's just that the heat is not good enough, always somewhere between raw and cooked.

Therefore, no one ate the two dishes that were ranked among the top ten in the world of dark cuisine, so they might as well be given to Draco who hadn't eaten anything.

"Ced said he had a stomachache and had gone back to rest." Rolf came over with regret on his face.

"Merlin's big pants! Justin is committing murder!"

Vincent smiled evilly and pointed to the long Slytherin table where there were only a few people left.

"Pfft - how good are you guys~"

"Don't waste food!"

"Yes, you are right!"

Draco drank two large glasses of milk before he could barely suppress the taste in his mouth.

As expected of Vayne, she faked a shot and thought it was a level A, but it turned out to be a real ultimate move.

There were still a few small desserts left in front of him, as well as a large meat ball with a smooth surface.

"meatball?"

In his eyes, Muggles are just stupid. It doesn't matter how rounded the surface is, it's because they can't cut the meatballs into normal sizes.

If any wizard casts a splitting spell, the size would be balanced and smooth!

As soon as he made a cut with his table knife, the densely packed meat inside poured out.

"With fillings?"

It doesn't smell like anything, it doesn't smell like black pudding when you eat it, and it tastes like it's half-cooked.

Overall it's okay, it's a passable online delicacy.

Draco was finally able to finish a dish.

Now he was spreading jam on a salty scone.

After finishing all these desserts, I was barely eighty percent full.

Seeing a few stupid lions looking over, he even stared back happily.

Vincent raised his voice slightly: "The haggis made by Justin is quite popular!"

"Ced has a really delicate stomach."

Luo Fu said with fear on his face: "These half-cooked sheep internal organs are really scary. I feel like he can hold them until dawn."

Draco loosened his grip and dropped the small cake he was holding.

Haggis is a Muggle food that existed in the Middle Ages.

Use sheep tripe to wrap the minced offal. The taste is not weird, but it will make you sick if you know it.

If it’s half-baked…

"rua——"

Not wanting to wait until dawn, he put his fingers into his throat and forced to spit out everything he had just eaten.

"nausea!"

"It's so dirty!"

The famous scene of him vomiting a rainbow in the auditorium was watched by Marcus and Blaise who came together.

"Draco?"

"It's me." He wiped his mouth with a napkin gracefully and calmly, "None of these foods can be eaten."

Blaise looked eagerly at the various exquisite desserts.

"I've eaten all of them." Draco raised his face.

From being hungry at noon until now, the two of them had to eat something no matter what.

"Don't touch the Yorkshire pudding, I licked it!"

"As long as you haven't vomited!"

Marcus swallowed it in one gulp.

As the president of the Black Swan Club, Draco finally shared it with the two of them generously.

"What does this smell like?" Blaise followed the scent and looked over.

At the Gryffindor table, there were actually several large pots for cooking food.

"Gulu——" Marcus saw their ingredients and instantly felt that the small cake in his hand no longer tasted good.

"Damn it Wayne!" Draco viciously bit off half of the apple pie.

Vincent raised his voice a little more, "That's all we have left in the kitchen, everyone can eat whatever you want~"

The little badgers ran over aggressively.

Cedric, who was taking the lead, looked like he had been having trouble all afternoon.

"Are you okay?"

"Madam Pomfrey happens to have a special potion."

Draco pressed his hands hard, and the remaining half of the apple pie splashed into Blaise's face.

"Hey, don't waste it!" He wiped his face, "Wayne and the others can go to the kitchen, so can we."

"Do you know how to get in?"

"have no idea."

The three of them found the dessert less and less delicious the more they ate, and finally finished the dessert with milk.

Not sour, but a bit sour.

Why can Gryffindors freely enter and leave the castle, and even enter their Slytherin dormitory many times?

The three of them left with wrinkled noses.

The ingredients for the polyjuice potion will arrive tomorrow and should be ready after the Christmas holidays.

By then, all he had to do was wait for Higgs to get hold of Vincent's little thing, and then he would be able to walk around in front of him.

"Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!"

Higgs smiled confidently, "I have already made a plan, but I am afraid that things will lose their activity in a month."

"Don't worry." Draco took out a delicate small box, "This is an alchemy tool that can be kept fresh. There will be no problem if it is kept for a whole year."

"Great!" Higgs took it and went back to the dormitory.

In a month, I have to get a few hairs no matter what.

At this moment, Marcus poured cold water on him, "Wayne didn't use his full strength during the day. You should have guessed why, right?"

"Hmph -" Blaise said with disdain, "They don't represent Slytherin!"

“But we can’t represent the college either.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Wayne is trying to divide us, intending to completely isolate us, the true purebloods."

"Those traitors!" Brace slammed his hand on the table. "If we teach them a lesson, the situation will be worse, right?"

"Yes." Marcus shook his head feebly, "It's straightforward, just like his character."

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