In this world, hot pot is roughly divided into three types, the first is a ready-to-eat side stove, the second is to put all the ingredients into the pot and cook together, the charcoal fire plays a role in keeping warm, similar to a large pot dish, and the third is in between, first the meat is cooked in the pot, and then the vegetables are blanched after eating the meat dishes. Naturally, diners will not stick to the rules and regulations of the three ways of eating, and the essence of hot pot lies in the free combination and freewheeling.

Harry, who had only eaten a bowl of oatmeal and a few slices of bread yesterday, had not slept well all night, and they could not eat until dinner time because of the mess that Zhang had caused in the dungeon yesterday afternoon. As the saying goes, half the size eats the poor, and now is the time when they can eat, and a simple dinner is difficult to satisfy their appetite, so a few of them were woken up hungry early this morning.

Fortunately, at this time, the house-elves brought breakfast, a glass of milk and two slices of bread, a simple breakfast that gave them the strength to pick up a quill and start copying the school rules for the day.

It didn't last long, and when Dobby reappeared in the dungeon corridor with a large bag, Harry and Ron's desperate cries echoed through the dungeon.

I saw Dobby prepare a small stove first, light the stove and put a wok on it.

Dobby then poured some sesame oil into the hot pot, and when the oil was hot, he poured the processed lamb pieces and ginger slices into the pot and stir-fried them continuously. Soon after, the dungeon was filled with the slightly charred aroma of lamb.

"Enough! Stop it!! Dobby!!! ”

Hermione stood at the back of the dungeon, clutching the iron door of the dungeon with both hands and shouting.

It was only in the candlelight in the hallway that she could see Dobby plugging her ears with a big earbud.

Next door, Ginny silently muttered "One more day" while not thinking about the smell of the air, the quill in her hand slicing across the paper.

By this time, Dobby had set aside the fried lamb and placed a casserole on the stove. Then put the lamb pieces, various mushroom slices such as puff mushrooms, sunshine mushrooms, and cowardly mushrooms, as well as several seasonings into a casserole, pour in rice wine, and add water to submerge the mutton. Finally, boil the water over a high heat, skim off the foam, and then turn to low heat and simmer.

With that done, Dobby left with the rest of his belongings, leaving only a pot of mutton mushrooms steaming from the stove in the cold dungeon, and the aroma that permeated the dungeon.

Killing with a soft knife is much more painful than a knife, and in the cold cell, the four hungry and cold people looked at the steaming casserole in the corridor outside the iron gate, and they all had the heart to kill.

However, at this point, Dobby reappears, this time bringing a chair and a guitar.

Dobby sat in his chair, his slender fingers running over the strings, and he sang to the music:

Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains

Holding on to the iron door, he looked out

What a wonderful life out there

Eat hot food on any other day

When can you eat hot food?

……

At the same time, there are many people who suffer as much as Harry, and Shore is one of them, the leader of the British MI7.

In recent times, the work of MI7 has suffered many setbacks.

At the end of the summer, Shore gritted his teeth and invested a lot of money, sending the prettiest of the agents to try to lure someone from Hogwarts into his camp. As a result, not only did the other party not take the bait, but the agent he sent recently submitted his resignation and planned to go to New Zealand to herd sheep for retirement.

In the fall, half of his undercover agents for the Death Eaters were arrested by friendly forces. The reason is that these guys thought that the wizards over there didn't know how to use computers, so they quietly set up a chat group on the Internet to communicate with each other. They didn't realize that the big boss behind the chat app they were using was someone in Hogwarts, and they were all checked for it.

In the winter, not long ago, Voldemort planned a kidnapping operation, and the other party used this kidnapping as bait to carry out a series of ambush operations and counter-espionage operations, and the result was that the remaining undercover agents lost some more.

The day before yesterday, Shore ordered Johnny Ingrid to infiltrate the Pseudo-Ministry of Magic in London to find out information, but no news has been reported back until now.

Although Johnny's actions are sometimes unreliable, such as once giving the wrong weapon to a friendly soldier, which caused the friendly soldier to be injured; For example, when he went to track down the current Minister of Pseudo-Magic earlier this year, the two of them chased one after the other, only to run away to the other side of Eurasia, and finally had a little diplomatic dispute, who let him have no money to compensate for the damaged public property.

However, Johnny's ability to become MI7's No. 1 agent is not because his teammates are dead, but because he can escape unscathed every time he succeeds or fails on a mission.

So when Johnny didn't come back 24 hours late to report to work, Shore realized that the mission might be bad.

Just as Shore pondered how to face the worst-case scenario, his secretary, Fursser, knocked on the door of his office.

"Lord Shore, I think there's something you should come and see." Fursel said to his boss.

"What is it?" Shore asked, unhappily interrupted by his train of thought.

"Yes...... ...... for us Christmas gifts. Fursser's voice was a little lower as he replied.

"What?" Shore stood up, "There are so many days left for Christmas, who gave it a Christmas gift?" Who is the Christmas gift for? How was it delivered? ”

"It was given to us MI7." Verchsel replied as he pushed open the office door to his boss.

"Where's that thing?" Shore asked, "Hopefully it won't blow us up into the sky." ”

"Put it in the middle of the parking lot." "It was sent by Royal Mail, and it was ......."

"And what?" Shore asked, frowning.

"And the postage is collect." Fursel said with a bitter face.

Shore: "......"

When Shore and Furssell arrived at the parking lot, they found that the car in the parking lot had been cleared, and a huge half-human-tall pink gift box was placed in the center, with a bow tied with a golden ribbon on it, and several people around the gift box were inspecting it.

"Can anyone tell me what that thing is?" Shore asked the crowd of onlookers at the parking lot.

As a result, the onlookers also didn't know what was inside, and no one knew what was in that thing.

At this time, a one-eyed female agent walked up to Shore with a Christmas card in her hand. "I think it's safe." She said, handing the Christmas card to Shore.

Shore carefully took the card and opened it.

? Merry Christmas?

Hello to your early years?

"Who wrote it?" Shore asked, with a little cramp in his face.

"The target you asked me to deal with." The female agent who came over with the card said, "This is his handwriting." ”

"Then go and open our gifts." Shore said to her.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned to walk towards the box.

Because of the heavy losses caused by the funeral bombings in the past, MI7 agents are in awe of this unknown source.

When they saw that someone was about to open the gift box when the inspection was inconclusive, they immediately hid away.

There are no locks or anything like that installed in the gift box, and after tearing off the wrapping paper and opening a few buckles, the entire four walls of the gift box are scattered.

Then Johnny Ingrid fell out of it.