“......”

Cornelius Fudge took a deep look at the indescribable strange food on the table, then turned his head to look at the identical dishes on the Slytherin Captain's table not far away, and fell into an indescribable silence.

Originally...... Are the children of Hogwarts having such a hard time now?

Words and actions may not be real, but the heartfelt joy on the children's faces cannot be faked.

At least judging by the smooth and orderly ordering process of the Slytherin wizards, and the elegant and quiet dining etiquette of the students, there is no doubt that this is indeed the dish taste chosen and accepted by Slytherin House.

"Professor Dumbledore," Cornelius Fudge subconsciously put down his knife and fork and turned his head to look to the right, "Although the Ministry of Magic is not very financially rich these days, we can still afford the basic food for the students of Hogwarts. When I return to the ministry today, I will find a way to transfer some of the spare funds to supplement the school's food and beverage expenses......"

"Connelly, you may have misunderstood something, Hogwarts is not in as bad a situation as you think. Yes, I'll admit, the Slytherin menu does look a little strange at first glance......"

Dumbledore glanced at the charcoal-grilled durian in front of Fudge's plate, and the corners of his mouth twitched almost inaudibly, can't that white-haired dumpling use his culinary talent for the right path, you know, the dishes on the Hufflepuff table look normal.

"As I understand it," Dumbledore paused and continued.

"So far, not a single student has seen a reversal of the standard of food and drink at Hogwarts for the past two weeks. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see that these unusual dishes are actually quite popular among students. ”

Ever since Elena became the Head Chef at Hogwarts, the door to good food has been opened to the wizarding world.

Compared with the students in the school, Dumbledore, who pays attention to the progress of the kitchen from time to time, knows very well that Elena's use of various ingredients has reached an unbelievable extreme.

For example, the "Flower Chicken" he shared with Grindelwald last night, Dumbledore never thought that the internal organs and blood of an ordinary fat chicken could be used as part of the main ingredient and turned into a delicious dish.

You know, before that, these things were all kitchen waste that would be thrown away.

And this time the Hogwarts House farm once again gave Dumbledore a more intuitive understanding of Elena's terrifying talent in cooking - the vegetable gardens of the four houses plus the faculty gardens are planted with a total of about 100 different crops, and for each plant, Elena can list at least 1-2 ways to eat it.

What's more, judging from the actual results so far, all the cooking steps proposed by Elena have finally achieved quite good results, and all the dishes seem to have been perfected and polished for dozens or hundreds of years, and they have captured the stomachs of all teachers and students in the whole school in a very short time.

"But ......"

Cornelius Fudge poked the soft charcoal-grilled durian in front of him with a fork, his nose slightly open, and the expression on his face was a little hesitant. Even though the students seemed to taste good, they still couldn't hide the terrible smell of the.

And......

Cornelius Fudge's gaze swept around him and landed on Amos Diggory's plate, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Although there will be a slight difference in the dishes due to the different crops grown in each college, this difference is inevitably too obvious, why does the menu at Hufflepuff House look so comfortable and pleasant?!

Even if he didn't see the name of the specific dish, Fudge could recognize some of the dishes that appeared on Amos Diggory's plate, such as Wellington steak, Caesar salad, and creamy mushroom soup......

When the British Muggle Prime Minister received them some time ago, Fudge vaguely remembered seeing these dishes.

"Uh, Mr. Minister?"

Noticing Cornelius Fudge's complicated gaze, Amos Diggory, who was about to feast, stopped his movements slightly in embarrassment, turned his head to look at the Minister of Magic, and asked with some hesitation.

"Or, you and I will exchange ......"

"No, I'm just a little surprised. ”

Connelly Fudge waved his hand, the look on his face quickly returned to his previous relaxed appearance, and calmly cut the charcoal-grilled durian in front of him, forked a small piece and put it firmly in his mouth.

Cornelius Fudge may not be a qualified Minister of Magic, but he is certainly a qualified politician.

Under the gaze of so many Ministry of Magic employees and students, not to mention that it just smells a little bad, even if it is really boiled, Cornelius Fudge can bite a few bites - this is one of the important reasons why he has been able to stand out from the race for Minister of Magic, always standing with the majority.

"Huh?!...... it tastes."

As the fragrant roasted durian slid into his mouth, the expression on Fudge's face was slightly stunned.

Contrary to the terrible taste he had imagined, the sweetness and softness of ice cream bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and the sweetness of durian after being grilled at just the right heat further whetted his appetite.

I see, although it smells strange, it is a rare delicacy to eat.

Cornelius Fudge nodded secretly, his expression gradually relaxed, and he carefully looked at the notes on the ingredients at the back of the menu.

In a sense, it does have the same thing as the Slytherin House he remembers—proud, unique, low-key luxury.

"Dolores, you can also try this, it actually tastes pretty good. ”

After the first successful experience, Cornelius Fudge's worries suddenly dissipated.

The middle-aged wizard relieved himself, turned his head and smiled at Umbridge beside him, and extended his knife and fork to the rest of the food on the plate, such as the brightly colored scrambled eggs with chopped peppers......

The rest of the table couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they followed suit, ordering their plates with foods they might like.

As Cornelius Fudge had expected, after seeing the food on his plate, the faces of the little wizards at the Slytherin long table not far away also showed a bit of kindness and pride.

In fact, since yesterday, the entire Slytherin House has been in a slight autistic atmosphere, and the young wizards of the other houses are hardly willing to take the initiative to talk to them, except for their classmates in this house.

It's not that there is any deliberate targeting, the main thing is that the taste in the mouths of the little snakes is too big.

And at the same time......

Except for the young wizards of Slytherin House, the young wizards of the other three houses also began to whisper curiously.

"Wow, look, the Minister of Magic is eating **!"

"What's strange about this, those Slytherins have been eating for two days. ”

"Tsk, that's politicians, you know what. ”

"Hey, you say, isn't that really good?"

"Perhaps...... Wait, am I dazzled, that fat toad-like witch seems to be breathing fire!?"

"You're not dazzled, I see Mr. Fudge start to smoke in his nose too......"

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Goo, Chapter 1

There should be more in the evening! Remember to give Elena a refill!