This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As the nominal owner, Vincent deeply felt the wisdom of magical creatures.

A mere owl needs to be coaxed, so it is said that old man Newt, who has a big box, must be very busy.

"Rolf, can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

Vincent held up his suitcase, "I just want to ask, how much space was opened up in your grandfather Mr. Scamander's box with the traceless extension spell?"

"Uh--" Rolf supported his chin, his eyes looking up and sinking into memories.

"I don't know the details, but I just remember that it was very big inside. When I was a child, I raised several fire dragons."

Vincent looked around, "Is it as big as this place?"

"It shouldn't be--"

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Rolf nodded firmly.

"Of course there is! It's actually divided into several layers!"

"How many layers?"

"Three layers.

The sky, the ground, the underground, and there is also a small river for the horse-shaped water monster."

Feeling suffocated, Vincent gasped several times, "You are not comparing it with this place, but with the entire Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes." Rolf looked at his suitcase, "My grandfather's suitcase is about the same size as yours.

But his appearance is much older, and it is always loose."

"Don't say it, I'm starting to feel a little inferior."

I thought it was pretty powerful to make a room-sized suitcase, but I didn't expect Uncle Newt to play so wild.

Although he hasn't started to learn the traceless stretching spell, Vincent has already known some basic principles.

In simple terms, it is to stretch or fold a large space and finally shrink it into a small space.

It can be nested, but it will become more and more unstable.

Uncle Newt dared to use it to raise magical creatures, so he must have used some magic to stabilize the spatial structure.

Vincent stared at his mithril suitcase.

Using the Traceless Extension Charm in this kind of metal with strong affinity for magic, the stability should be very high at the beginning.

If the magic of stabilizing space is used, it may be larger than Hogwarts with the Black Lake.

Open the box, and tens of thousands of people will walk out of it...

Just thinking about it, Vincent feels that this spell is quite amazing.

If any dark wizard is unhappy with someone, he will just Apparate and throw the box over.

It is worthy of being in the magic world, much better than a truck of Muggle bread people!

"Hey, your pot is going to be flooded!"

He heard Hermione's reminder and unhurriedly spit out a small half bowl of water from the tip of his wand.

The sauce is all burnt, so change from frying to stewing.

The three tomatoes floating in the air are pounded more and more until they become a pool of thick liquid.

It combines with the water in the pot to become a freshly squeezed sauce.

It is sour and sweet, very appetizing.

Cedric nearby has the urge to show up regardless of everything just by smelling the fragrance.

The twins looked around with vigilance.

They all believed that this delicacy was enough to lure out the greedy little badger.

Cedric was still very rational.

Even at this level, he had not yet reached the point of being desperate.

Vincent's cooking skills were not bad among the students.

The key point was that the lamb chops he made with tomato sauce had not yet reached the point of being eye-catching.

"Wow~ so delicious~" George's mouth was full of sauce, "sweet and sour, tender meat--

This is the most delicious dish I have eaten this year!"

Fred was about to cooperate and pick up a piece with his bare hands, but his nose suddenly smelled a very strong smell.

It was a bit choking, but it smelled very fragrant.

He followed the source of the smell and walked to Qiu.

There was a pile of coarse salt and pepper in the pot.

"Is this pepper?"

"Yes." Qiu pointed the wand at his schoolbag and caught a bottle of cooking wine that floated over.

"Oh Merlin! You're going to add wine?"

Vincent pushed him aside, "You want to make crispy duck?"

Qiu seemed a little surprised, but soon he didn't find it strange.

There are few Chinese dishes in the wizarding world, but there are many Muggles.

The crispy duck is both fragrant and crispy, soft and glutinous, and the skin has a hint of sweetness. The aroma alone is hard to resist.

If it is a traditional method, the duck must be marinated with fried pepper and salt for at least one night.

But Qiu chose to use magic to compact the marinade evenly, and it had penetrated the whole duck in less than ten minutes.

After steaming, pour hot oil on it, and the sizzling skin will emit a more special fragrance.

Draco, who was far away, swallowed subconsciously.

It smells so good, it must be made for him.

He walked and sniffed, and soon found the place.

The crispy duck was just done, Qiu waved his wand a few times to cut it, and placed it on the plate.

Ron, who was watching, saw him and said sarcastically: "Malfoy, aren't you eating Zabini's finished food?"

"Wes, come here!" Draco turned his head, his eyes full of anger.

If he guessed correctly, he wouldn't even be able to lick the bones of this crispy duck.

Would Vincent be generous enough to give him a share?

But Blaise, who followed him, didn't believe it.

He came to Qiu in an extremely arrogant manner and opened his mouth to offer a price that could not be refused.

"100 Galleons, this duck belongs to me!"

"Sorry, I made it for them."

"Okay, deal!"

Blaise's big hand stretched in the air suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

Cedric was full of emotion, "Zabini, did you hear correctly?

Qiu just rejected you!"

"Let go, Diggory!" Blaise raised his chin high, "500 Galleons, don't reject me again."

Qiu shook his head, "I said, I made this for them."

Fred and George stood beside her, and Vincent stepped forward and looked at him with a smile.

This face was lost.

But Blaise still wanted to save some of his face, "It's still 500 Galleons, I just want you to make me another one."

Qiu hesitated.

It's not the price that moved her, but the other party's family background.

"Don't be afraid of him." Hermione stood in front of her, "He dare not do anything to you."

Marietta, who wanted to say something, closed her mouth.

Not everyone dares to go against power.

"I refuse." Qiu stepped forward and stood side by side with Hermione.

"Very good!" Blaise walked away dejectedly.

From his face, it is estimated that he will not let it go.

But there was nothing he could do, as the Court of Owls was everywhere around him.

Draco glanced at the crispy duck on the plate, then swaggered back.

"Qiu, you are very brave~" The twins were all smiling.

"Yeah." She glanced at Cedric unconsciously, "Everyone eat it while it's hot."

"Hehe~" The twins grinned as if they remembered something.

Cedric couldn't miss this signal.

He picked up a duck leg and ran out.

"Damn it, put it down!" George tore his throat.

Fred turned around and found that the plate was empty.

A whole duck was not enough for the students around.

Harry struggled to grab a small piece of duck breast from Percy's hand.

"I'll make another one." Qiu smiled and looked at everyone.

“No need.” Vincent flexed his wrist, “We are not those young masters. We can just cook whatever we want.”

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