Youth is a good time.

McGonagall looked at them with a look in her eyes that reflected that she had been fifteen or sixteen.

Harry's change was what pleased her the most.

Dressed in a gown, with her hair supple and well-mannered, she looked like the best student at Hogwarts - the way she used to look, made her feel that Harry was more like a good knight, and he was not obtrusive with the armor in the castle.

So did Hermione.

looks cute, but I don't like to dress up, and I'm really a person all the way.

Snape stood in the corner, he couldn't see Harry's face, he looked from the back of the right, his eyes were gentle, looking at the man next to Harry, and he also had a fifteen or sixteen-year-old figure reflected in his eyes.

The other students were led into the auditorium by the professors.

Unlike in the past, the auditorium was no longer filled with four long tables, but round ones, and when the students were seated, Professor McGonagall walked in with the three warriors and their dance partners.

Under the watchful eye of all.

They stepped on the red carpet and walked slowly, in a minor tune hummed by the Sorting Hat.

George and Fred took their female companions by the arm and poked their heads out, eager to hum the most famous piano piece at this time.

But don't dare.

This would definitely be hung up and whipped by Harry and Hermione.

They walked to the end of the auditorium, where a larger round table was set up, in which the referees and professors sat together, and six seats were vacated in the most prominent position, apparently reserved for them.

"Warriors, please take a seat." McGonagall walked over to Dumbledore, where she was seated.

Harry took Hermione by the hand and sat down in the seat farthest from Karkaroff, Fleur regretted that the high heels she was wearing were not as convenient as Harry's, so she could only leave her dance partner behind and grab the third farthest seat.

Karkaroff didn't have a good night tonight.

Even Fawkes gave him a claw when he met, burning the sleeve of his gown - the repair spell couldn't be repaired, and he could only barely scrape together half of it with Transfiguration.

And the smell of poultry feces on his body has not gone away.

Even if he kept waving his wand at himself now, saying "clean up", he was only removing the pickles that were in the way, and he didn't know how Crookshank and Hedwig did it.

The table was full of disgust with him.

The lion cubs have even begun to spread rumors that "Karkaroff likes to sleep in a chicken pen".

Dumbledore stood up and said a bit of nonsense, he was especially reminiscing about his youth tonight, and it took longer than usual to announce the opening of the meal.

The Hufflepuffs and Ron couldn't wait, but the table was empty, no food was coming out, only a small golden menu suddenly appeared, and it was placed in the hands of the young wizards.

Dumbledore picked up the menu, thought about it for a moment, and after a few moments, prepared to speak.

McGonagall ruthlessly interrupted him, "Please don't talk about cockroach piles, don't have such a bad thing at the Christmas ball." ”

Dumbledore sighed and thought for a moment before reluctantly pronouncing a word: "Pork chops." ”

A steaming pan-fried pork chop immediately appeared on his plate.

It made the eyes of the Hufflepuffs and Ron light up.

You can order food tonight, and you don't have to look for what you want to eat on a table full of food!

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Harry, you're awesome tonight." Dumbledore opened his mouth and complimented him, "You should have done this a long time ago. ”

McGonagall nodded in agreement.

"It's too much trouble." Harry was expressionless as he ordered a mediocre steak for himself, "Wasted more than an hour today just for this look." ”

"Even if it doesn't have to be so formal." Fleur interjected, "How about you dress up in normal times?" ”

"Both of you, especially Miss Granger, I have to admit that you are beautiful."

Harry shook his head, "It's not fit for combat, it feels like your clothes will tear if you roll over, and you can't resist a spell." ”

Fleur was stunned, and Krum also looked at it, surprised in his eyes.

Why do you think about fighting?

This is in school.

McGonagall's face was a little unnatural, and she coughed lightly, "Hogwarts is safe, Mr. Potter is just a little insecure." ”

Harry nodded, "Professor McGonagall is right. ”

Karkaroff pursed his lips, and Maxim grinned.

The meal was relaxing, a few gins were served, and the four young men were chatting happily – Fleur and Krum's dance partners barely existed, and they seemed a little out of place at this table.

Krum introduces them to Durmstrong, and Fleur introduces Beauxbatons.

As he spoke, the two of them quarreled, and they both thought that their school was better.

Dumbledore was telling jokes with the professors, the kind of white rabbit, Hermione finally reacted to what Dumbledore wanted to say that day, viciously glared at the old disrespectful headmaster, and looked at Harry, or he was good, serious, and wouldn't talk such nonsense.

The dinner ended with the Hufflepuffs in amazement.

Dumbledore told the students to get up, and with a wave of his wand, the tables were instantly turned into dancefloor decorations.

The teacher's seat rises and becomes a stage, and the Wizards' most recognizable eccentric sister bands take the stage - though the eight members of this band are all male, and unlike the band's name, they have a quiet style of performance.

The dance music is quiet, and the water of a small river flows out like water.

Harry held out his hand to Hermione, who shyly placed it in his palm.

The two of them walked onto the dance floor.

As if to react, Krum and Fleur politely called their dance partners to walk onto the dance floor as well.

The skill of dancing is outside of Harry and Hermione's skill tree.

Even though they had been instructed by Professor McGonagall a few times during this time, they were still very rusty, and Hermione was still wearing high heels and dresses that looked a little cumbersome, and they hugged each other and stumbled, far less natural than the other two warriors.

But almost everyone's eyes are on them.

Fleur and Krum were so polite that they and their dance partners stopped on point, and they could even tell that they were a little resistant.

Only they are a couple, even if they are young and immature, they seem to be integrated in the dance music, they enjoy this time, and they also enjoy this clumsiness.

Wait for the dance to end.

Hermione's tone complained slightly, but the smile on her face was full: "Harry, I'm so bad, I've stepped on you a few times." ”

"Thankfully, it's the upper, not the heel." Harry nodded.

Hermione gently thumped his chest, "The heel isn't the slender kind, I can't walk in that kind of way." ”

Ron rushed over, stopped abruptly halfway through, retracted his steps, and waited for the second dance to begin, and danced with Lavender.

Until the end of the three.

Hermione, tired and limp, sat down with Harry's help.

Ron hesitated, and walked over with Lavender to sit down.

"You're dancing so well." Before Ron could speak, Lavender excitedly complimented.

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "We're clumsy. ”

"That's what it feels like." Lavender shook his head, his eyes shining, "Professor Trelawney predicted that you were a natural pair, and that was indeed the case. ”

Ron couldn't hold back: "I don't think there should be anyone who can't see it." ”

"But Professor Trelawney has long made a prophecy." Lavender looked back at Ron.

Ron shook his head, "We only started divination classes in third grade. ”

Lavender looked back blankly, looking at Harry and Hermione in confusion, before the third year, they were like that?

Fleur was a little reluctant to see Hermione sit down and come over to invite Harry, but was decisively refused.

Other witches and wizards came over one after another, most of them wanting to invite Harry, and a few of them wanted to invite Hermione.

Ron didn't even get enough of them.

Harry put his head in Hermione's ear, "How's the rest going?" ”

"Okay." Hermione blushed, nodded slightly, and leaned her head over a bit, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Harry nodded, pulled out his wand, and tapped it on Hermione's shoes.

High heels instantly turn into flats that fit.

Holding hands, they walked out of the auditorium, and Ron tried to follow, but was dragged back to the dance floor by Lavender.

George and Fred also spoke earnestly to persuade their younger brother.

The courtyard outside the auditorium has also been transformed, and the garden blooms out of season, with roses and a faint sheen like stars, and low bushes are clustered with an oil painting-like texture.

"Professor Sprout's magic?" Hermione leaned over curiously, and a clump of light purple roses bloomed for her.

"Fairy Rose." Harry nodded, "That's what the professor is called, it's a very vigorous plant, and it blooms in different colors depending on the owner's clothing. ”

He walked over too.

One of the buds staggered and seemed to be a little embarrassed, and after a while, a small half bloomed golden red, a small half opened to an emerald color, and the rest all bloomed amber.

"It's amazing." Hermione's eyes lit up.

Harry pulled a small pocket out of the Sorting Hat and covered her eyes.

"What is this?" Hermione looked back, quizzically.

"Seeds of fairy roses." Harry smiled and said, "Professor Sprout gave it to me, I haven't raised it before, maybe we can try to raise it together from now on." ”

"Of course." Hermione said yes.

They continued along the trail.

Harry stopped suddenly.

Hermione crashed into the crook of his arm.

"Anyone?" Hermione lowered her voice.

Harry nodded, took out the cloak of invisibility, and draped it over his body, "Professor Snape and Karkaroff." ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, remembering the information that Rita had brought not long ago.

Snape used to be a Death Eater, and so was Karkaroff, what are their plans now that they're together?

They sneaked by.

"Severus, why are you still so at ease!" As they approached, Karkarov's gnashing and anxious roar came to his ears, "I've sent you several invitations, why do you keep refusing?" ”

Snape's tone was cold: "Meet with the person who reported me?" Mr. Karkaroff, I'm not that magnanimous. ”

"That's just self-preservation, and I know you're going to be fine." Karkaroff's tone softened.

Snape sneered, "Clear? Then you knew Dumbledore was going to save me because of my status as a Potions Master? ”

Karkaroff tilted his head unnaturally: "None of this matters now, Severus, I don't know why you can still be so fearless and pretend that nothing happened, but you can't ignore it, since the Quidditch World Cup, in the past few months, it has become more and more obvious"

Snape's face changed: "It? ”

"The man's mark." Karkaroff lowered his voice, "You don't have a little."

As they spoke, they turned a corner.

Snape stopped, raised his wand, and waved it not far away.

The roses parted, revealing two white-flowered figures.

"Fawcett! And Stabins! Snape's tone was terrifyingly cold, "This is Hogwarts, get dressed and go back to the castle!" ”

"And, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff deduct ten!"

They clinged to their disheveled clothes and fled into the darkness in a panic.

Hermione's face flushed, and she hugged Harry's arm tighter.

Karkaroff took a deep breath, his face turned pale, and his voice trembled: "Did they hear it? ”

"Not everybody is Potter." Snape looked back nonchalantly and spoke meaningfully.

"Is there something wrong with making food a pet animal"

It's a world of magical powers.

The spirit born in the dishes, the competition between deliciousness and power, the journey under the light of the stars, and the challenge of bonding together......

A teenager brings the memories of a first-class chef from his previous life to this world full of courage and dreams.

"O delicacy with hidden magical powers, show your true power in front of me! I order you in the name of your Imperial Spirit Chef, Qin Lang - the Soul of Food is born! ”

“… Huh? Why didn't you respond?! ”

[6,000 stable days, 5,000 old books are completed, trustworthy]

(End of chapter)