Christmas is approaching.
Professor McGonagall asked the students to fill out this year's Christmas sleepover form.
As the weather gets colder, people wrap themselves up in scarves. Slytherin's green scarf can always give people a cold feeling on snowy days.
On the other hand, Gryffindor's red scarf is like a flame, making people feel warm.
The biting cabbage died down over the winter, and Neville no longer had to keep watch over it.
This made Hannah feel a little disappointed.
Two people have a date under an oak tree.
"I can't cook for you anymore." Hannah was full of regret.
Neville wondered: "Why?"
"Because you will eat in the auditorium, you don't need me to cook."
"No," Neville shook his head and said, "I like the food you cook, and I can eat more of it."
Hannah was embarrassed by these words of love. She stretched out her finger and said to Neville: "Then we have an agreement that you will have to eat the food I cook in the future."
Neville looked away in shock and said, "I promise you."
The two people's fingers touched together and they made an oath.
On the second day, a scent wafted through the auditorium.
Malfoy walked in and said excitedly: "Today's meal was really good."
He sat down and eagerly searched for which dish the flavor came from.
Following the smell, his butt kept moving on the stool.
At the end, he stopped and stared at the unusual lunch box.
Looking up again and looking around, he was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, next to a stunned Ron Weasley.
"What are you looking at!" Evil Malfoy complained first and said to Neville, "What are you talking about? Why does it smell so good?"
Not only him, many people are attracted by this smell
lead.
Neville was a little embarrassed, guarding his lunch box and saying cautiously, "I brought this myself."
"Tsk, who cares?"
Malfoy said sourly, not taking his eyes off Neville's lunch box for a moment.
Don't talk about him anymore, Ron was almost drooling.
"Look, John."
Malfoy exclaimed, Neville turned his head and struck out with lightning speed.
Before his fork touched the stew in the lunch box, he was caught by Neville's big hand, and he was then thrown back to the Slytherin table by his collar.
Malfoy looked suspicious of life.
"No, why do I feel like Neville is progressing a little too fast these days?"
Malfoy admitted that Neville was very strong and that in terms of physical combat alone, Neville was second only to John.
But he's not perverted to this extent.
Just now, he was carrying it with one hand and throwing it away.
John also felt that Neville seemed to have changed a lot, so he said that the Longbottom family had contacted the clothing store again to prepare new clothes.
Neville's size and height were also growing visibly.
In the past, Neville's conservative estimate was 1.8 meters, but now he is estimated to have exceeded 1.9 meters.
"Hmm."
There was a proud laugh from the side, and John looked over and saw Daphne holding a box mysteriously.
He looked strange and asked strangely: "Daphne, what's wrong?"
"Actually, I've prepared something for you," Daphne said confidently, "something even more delicious than Neville's lunch box."
She thought John would praise her, but she didn't expect John to have a complicated look on his face and said, "Just play your part normally, don't force it."
Daphne: "?" What does normal performance mean?
?
Even Malfoy nodded in approval and said deeply: "Don't force yourself. There is no happiness in forcing yourself."
Malfoy, who said this, was hanging upside down in the hall, thinking, didn't he and John mean the same thing?
Why are you hanging here?
This is not fair!
"John, this time is different." Daphne said firmly, "This time will definitely open your eyes."
John took a deep breath and said with determination to die: "Okay, I believe in you Daphne, just like you believe in me."
Upon hearing this, Daphne smiled.
She slowly opened the lunch box she had carefully prepared.
At this moment, the entire Slytherin table held their breath.
They gathered around, each one staring at the lunch box with their eyes motionless.
Astoria clasped her hands together with a pious expression, praying that her sister could prepare delicious food this time.
Pansy was so nervous that she clutched Theodore's hand. She was even more nervous now than when she first kissed.
Slughorn at the staff table couldn't help but stand up and looked at Slytherin from a distance, wondering what they were doing.
Hannah even closed her eyes.
In his mind, he recalled the various dishes Daphne cooked during this period of time with him.
What about chocolate rice rolls, fried blueberries with tomatoes, stir-fried udon noodles with squid ink, stewed wasabi, mangosteen and wildflowers, watermelon, mango and pitaya...
All kinds of strange and shocking dishes flashed one by one.
There were tears of regret in the corners of Hannah's eyes.
From the day she opened the door, she stepped into hell.
"Hannah, what's wrong with you?" Ernie couldn't understand Hannah's sudden sadness.
Hannah wiped away her tears and revealed
He smiled brightly and said to his friend: "It's good to be alive."
etc.
What exactly have you been through?
You are only seventeen years old!
Ernie could never understand what Hannah was feeling at this moment.
As Daphne opened the lunch box completely.
A blinding light shot straight out of the lunch box... It was impossible.
Inside the lunch box is rice with full grains, paired with the stew meat I learned from Hannah. The stew meat juice is poured over the rice, with a few broccoli as decoration, and the large pieces of meat make people's fingers twitch.
Simple yet tantalizing to the taste buds.
Everyone's eyes widened, and Astoria hugged Pansy next to her and cried with joy.
"What's wrong with them?" Slughorn still doesn't understand, and there's no game. Why are you happy?
Thunderous applause broke out from Slytherin, who cheered like it was Christmas early.
"It's stable, this situation is stable!"
Blaise was so excited that one day he finally saw dishes that were not dark coming from Daphne's hands.
More importantly, he wanted to eat it after looking at it, so John would definitely be conquered as well.
By the time Daphne ends being single, it will not be a dream for many Slytherin students who are secretly in love.
Everyone looked at John passionately, and none of them dared to urge him, but their eyes fully expressed what they wanted to say.
Eat it!
John was also surprised, he didn't expect Daphne to cook normally.
Even if you don't have a sense of taste, the sight of the stewed meat is a bit tantalizing to your taste buds.
John picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of meat into his mouth under the watchful eyes of everyone.
His eyes widened.
Daphne looked at her in disbelief.
Daphne looked up proudly. It seemed that her special training was indeed effective.
fruit.
Look, John was shocked.
What surprised John was not how amazing the taste was, but the magic power contained in the rice and meat.
"It contains not only nutrition, but also magic power."
John stared at the rice and broke one off with his fingers. There was nothing special in it.
Just regular rice.
So why the change?
John asked Daphne: "Did you do this?"
"Of course..." Daphne trailed off and said, "Hannah gave me some help."
She tried to show how little help that was with the gaps between her fingers.
But John has been attracted by Hannah in Daphne's words.
"How did you do it?" John asked.
Daphne recalled it and said, "Just prepare the meat first, and then..."
"No, I want to ask you, do you use anything special?"
"Special?" Daphne asked doubtfully, "I don't remember anything special."
John thought thoughtfully, "Since the material is not special, then it is magic."
He looked at the long Hufflepuff table. Hannah was good at kitchen magic?
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