Love was looking at the twins, and the twins were looking at Love with burning eyes.

One of them said in a singing tone: "Oh, you will surely become an eternal legend!" It's the first time I've seen someone who got the Sorting Hat stuck! You really are, really ......."

"That's awesome!" The other of the twins chimed on: "I bet I won't see that scene a second time in my life." ”

"How did you do that?"

"Is it really because there are so many thoughts in your head?"

The two brothers sang and harmonized, and the cooperation was extremely smooth, and Love couldn't parry them, so he could only divert the topic: "The legend or something is too exaggerated - the sorting ceremony is not over yet, and your brother Ron has not yet been sorted!" ”

The twin brothers were stunned for a moment, then pointed to each other's hair and laughed.

"Really, this hair has become the Weasley family's calling card, we didn't worry about which house Ron's little imp would be assigned to, if he wasn't in Gryffindor, we would have to look down on that little ghost."

"Yes, the person who can jump out of the shackles of the family is the real powerful person, the whole family is Gryffindor, I'm tired of watching it!"

Although the two of them said so, they still turned their eyes to the front.

Love's initials are the M of the letter, which is relatively low, and there are only three students behind him, including Ron Weasley, who starts with W.

"Lisa Dupin!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Ron Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the sorting hat dealt with the sorting house much faster, and the rest of the students came to a conclusion as soon as the hat touched their heads.

"Cut, the joy is gone!"

"Our little brother has become an ordinary person after all." The twins looked disappointed. Ron was sorted into Gryffindor, which took a lot of fun out of the two.

To the applause of the crowd, Ron ran straight to Harry and sat down, looking at his expression, which could only be described as the rest of his life. He had been worried about being sorted into Slytherin or Hufflepuff, but that fear was gone.

Now that the sorting ceremony was over, the twins turned their energies back to Love, and one of the twins took the initiative to introduce himself: "Hey, I'm Fred, and I'm sitting next to George, don't confuse the two of us, George hates people calling him Fred the most." Of course, I can provide a secret to distinguishing us, which is that George has a birthmark on his butt and I don't have ......"

"My name is Love, Love Moen." Love hurriedly interrupted Fred, and God knows what his reputation would become if he continued to talk.

As for the way to distinguish Fred and George, Love's method is to simply not distinguish at all, anyway, he thinks that the twin brothers will most likely always act together, then he only needs to call the name of one of them, or no one's name, and directly replace the person's name with "hey" and "hello", which is a first-class prevarication method.

After the sorting ceremony, Professor Albus Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a smile on his face, and extended his arms to them: "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, and that is: stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring! Thank you! ”

After this strange and short pre-dinner speech, a large number of things to eat appeared on the table on the plate: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and mint hard candy.

Looking at the meals in front of him, Love couldn't help but sigh: the food at Hogwarts was too ordinary. At first glance, the sumptuous dishes in front of you may seem tempting, but in fact they reveal the poor imagination of British cuisine, with plenty of high-quality meat simply roasted and seasoned with nothing more than the usual sauces. Love's assessment of this form of cuisine is that there is a kind of Western Zhou beauty.

The vegetables that accompany the meal are even more nightmares, which can be summed up in one sentence: the fancy cooking of potatoes and the ninety-nine ways to eat carrots, which is extremely disappointing for Love. In a way, Indian mushy dishes are better than these British dishes.

Hogwarts proved that the thinnest book in the world is an English cookbook.

Seeing Love sigh, Fred and George were a little puzzled.

"What's wrong? Is it regretting that the belly is not big enough? Fred asked with a grin.

Ralph:......

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to speak his mind.

"Huh?" Fred sensed the change in Love's mood, and after a little analysis, he came to a slightly surprising conclusion: Love seemed to dislike the dishes?

"You don't think these dishes are hearty enough, do you?" Fred's eyes widened, and he looked like he had seen a ghost: "Are you the prince of any country?" ”

Not only did his voice attract the attention of his younger brother George, but even Nick the ghost, who was sitting on the side, and Harry, Ron, and Percy, who were sitting opposite.

It was the first time they had heard of someone who felt that the Hogwarts banquet menu was not rich enough.

"Hearty is hearty, but I think the canteen is a bit wasteful in the handling of these raw materials." Seeing so many people looking at it, Love simply pointed out the problem with these meals.

"You see this beef, most of it is marinated and roasted, which is of course a very delicious method, but it is too wasteful to treat it all like this, and you can use some of it to make red wine stewed beef, curry beef, potato stew or Wellington steak - this is still because I consider that this is Western Europe, and I did not list the ways to eat those beef in Central Asia and East Asia!"

These words directly silenced the people present.

If Love was messing around, everyone would just laugh it off, but now what Love said seems to make a lot of sense, is the Hogwarts recipe really a bit too monotonous?

Listening to the names of the dishes that Love announced, the steaks on many of the little wizards' plates were no longer fragrant.

"And the chicken, in my opinion the school's handling of chicken is almost a nightmare," Love couldn't stop bombarding the dishes: "It seemed to me that it was a terrible thing to put the chicken in sauce and stuff it in the oven, we could have cut the chicken breast off, cut it into willows, and put it in flour and breadcrumbs to make fried chicken tenders, we could have stewed or roasted chicken wings and thighs with spices and vegetables to create a hundred flavors, we could have fried the chicken rack in oil to make the most delicious snack, but we didn't do anything, Just sending the whole chicken into the oven is a desecration of life! ”

"How fragrant the fried chicken rack is! Imagine being chatting with friends in the dead of night, when someone brings out a fried crispy chicken rack and another brings out a bottle of cold drink. ”

Listening to Love's words, there was a noticeable tremor in the Adam's apple of the little wizards around him: everyone was aroused.

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The second is even more served!