Hogwarts Great Hall, Slytherin House Long Table.

Due to the different atmospheres of the houses, Slytherin has always been the quietest and most respectable of the four Hogwarts houses during meals - aside from the sound of knives and forks clashing, students rarely talk loudly like Gryffindor, or make the rude sound of chewing and eating like Hufflepuff.

As for Ravenclaw College...... Although they are more introverted, it is also difficult to ask a college with nearly ninety percent female students to be able to keep quiet on the biggest gossip platform of the dining table.

Today, as usual, the Slytherin table is still the quietest area of the hall.

The only difference was that, unlike the graceful and graceful weightlifting that had been used to be, the Slytherin House bench was more like a silent graveyard, and every student looked at the plate of indescribable food in front of them as if they had lost their color.

The entire Slytherin house was enveloped in an indescribable smell of wonder, and with the laughter coming from the tables of the other three houses, an atmosphere called despair began to spread among the young Slytherin wizards.

"Charcoal-grilled durian, coriander omelet, leek box, canned herring, devil's pepper dipping sauce, ......"

Draco Malfoy asked with a slight tremor in his voice as he read the names of the dishes on the table with a solemn face, slowly turning his head, unable to see a trace of blood on his pale little face, and looking at the female prefect sitting beside him with a begging look.

"So, are you sure these are really plants that we grow? Could you be mistaken about ......?"

"I was right, and I was not mistaken, these are the ones we grow in the vegetable garden. ”

Despair was written on Gemma Farley's face, and her bright eyes were full of devastation.

If she remembered correctly, it would be the fate of Slytherin House for the next semester, maybe the menu would change, but the plant species that would be the main ingredient had already been determined and could not be changed.

As Lovecraft once said, the oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear comes from the unknown.

Faced with these ominous foods, whether they look good, smell or even their names, almost all Slytherin wizards lose the courage to try it at the first time, and they all reach for the toast and lettuce salad on the table, which are not delicious, but at least they are not dangerous.

As soon as the first man began to put his hand on the bread, the "Slytherin Table War" broke out, and in less than five minutes, not a single loaf of bread or lettuce leaves were to be seen on the long table.

And the empty golden plates didn't refresh the new bread and lettuce again - like the other three houses, Slytherin House didn't choose to plant too much wheat and lettuce, just stuck in a position that could fulfill the school's mandatory planting share.

What the...... None of them are gone.

Draco Malfoy looked desperately at the empty plate in front of him, and looked at Goyle and Crabbe around him, who had also gained nothing, and there was nothing on the plate except a small lettuce leaf.

As first-year students, they are at the bottom of the food chain in the entire Slytherin house.

Not only them, but in this "Slytherin Table War" without gunpowder, the junior students almost got nothing - even if they were lucky enough to grab a piece of bread, they could be taken from the plate by the senior students next to them.

Mutter~

"There's no way, I can only hope that the craftsmanship of the eldest sister can bring miracles. ”

Enviously glancing at the seniors who were enjoying the fruits of their victory, Draco Malfoy pressed his chirping belly, and with a look of determination on his face, he picked up a fork and took the initiative to fork a piece of yellow charcoal-grilled durian.

If it's unpalatable, it's unpalatable, it should be ...... You can't die, do you?

After all, the head chef at Hogwarts is Elena's sister!

"Draco?"

"Oh my God, look, they really dare to eat!"

"Eat, eat! worthy of Slytherin!"

"It's worthy of the Malfoy family, and it's really courageous. ”

As Draco Malfoy stuffed the charcoal-grilled durian into his mouth, there was a burst of excitement from the direction of the other three houses that had been watching the movement of the Slytherin table, not to mention the reaction of the Slytherin house, all of whom looked at Draco Malfoy's expression nervously.

"Hmm!"

Draco Malfoy's face froze, and an expression of disbelief appeared.

Wait!What does it smell like?!

Instead of the horrible taste he had imagined, the charcoal-grilled durian had a somewhat creamy smell, a bit like hot cheese, but softer and fuller.

When the soft flesh of the fruit like jam touches the tip of the tongue, a sweet smell fills the mouth, and the best honey is probably just that......

"Goyle, Crabbe, you all try this, it's super delicious!"

Draco Malfoy looked up in surprise and looked at his friends on the left and right, as he spoke, only to see Draco quickly swing his fork and fork a piece of roasted durian from the plate in front of him and stuff it into his mouth.

"Whew, it's hot, but it's really super! ”

Is it really that delicious?

Goyle and Crabbe glanced at each other, although they were still a little apprehensive, but they still picked up a mouthful of charcoal-grilled durian and stuffed it into their mouths, and chewed it carefully.

Well?!

Like Draco Malfoy, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they all showed a hint of surprise and quickly joined in the process of eliminating the charcoal-grilled durian.

Soon, with Draco and the others leading the way, the rest of the Slytherin students were skeptical and slowly began to experiment with the unfamiliar foods—this was their future menu anyway, and they had to try it.

"Wow, this leek box is so delicious!"

"I prefer this coriander omelet. ”

"Don't snatch my roasted durian, I haven't eaten enough yet!"

"Don't be sentimental, who wants to snatch your roasted durian? I just want to get that can of herring. ”

"Don't come near me, that coriander smell is a nightmare. ”

Doesn't it seem that scary?

Marcus Flint licked his lips, picked the bread from the table, stirred it in the least threatening-looking red devil pepper dip, and slipped it into his mouth nonchalantly......

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, water!water!water!"

Of course, Marcus's case is only a minority.

It's not all positive, but overall, it's much better than the terrible expectations in their minds, and as long as they avoid foods they don't like, most young wizards can still find some delicious options.

After all, objectively speaking, when Elena cooks these foods, she also cooks them in the most appropriate way, and she doesn't have any intention of spoiling the food, but anyone who can accept these tastes will be satisfied.

But......

All of this can be a little difficult to understand for students who can't taste it for themselves.

Amid the stunned expressions of the other three houses, the Slytherin students scrambled over the horrible smell of food, each with a satisfied smile on their faces.

Slytherin ......

Even in this case, you can show such a happy expression......

Is this the spirit of Slytherin......

Oh my God, it's horrible......

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