The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 78 Lucas Weasley?

Flint stared at the red wine-braised oxtail that Lucas had served, and hesitated for a moment.

Normally, he would just sneer and mock loudly, without even touching it.

Because McGregor, who made this food, is Muggle-born. And I, Marcus Flint, heir to House Flint, belong to the wealthiest and oldest of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans.

However, I've heard about Lucas McGregor. During the summer holidays, he actually managed to give that notoriously harsh and critical food critic, Mrs. Malfoy, a run for her money!

Logically, as pure-bloods, the Flint family should be united against a common enemy, but that's only on the surface. In reality, they've already mocked the Malfoy family countless times in private.

Now that I've met McGregor in person, I can't help but wonder what kind of food could possibly defeat Narcissa Malfoy?

And now, his arch-rival Oliver Wood is also praising this little Muggle, and even said that the food he makes helps Quidditch games.

A combination of factors finally overcame Flint's arrogance, and he accepted the bowl of red wine oxtail rice, scooping out a spoonful and putting it in his mouth. Then—

"Ugh—" His eyes widened suddenly as the rich oxtail jelly melted in his mouth, delivering a powerful punch to his taste buds!

So the young wizards saw this tall, strong Slytherin start frantically eating, finishing all the food in his bowl in just a few bites.

After staring blankly at the empty bowl for a few seconds, realizing his lapse in composure, Flint snorted, forcefully shoved the students around him, and strode away.

With Wood and Flint starting the conversation, the young wizards were in high spirits and immediately erupted in excitement!

So much so that Lucas had to shout loudly to get everyone to line up.

"My uncle ate agaric mushroom once and said it tasted absolutely delicious, but he ended up spending three weeks at St. Mungo's Hospital!"

"I know the juice of the Sleepy Bean can be used to make a calming potion, and taking it directly will cause amnesia. But still, it's edible, right?"

"As long as it's edible, it's fine? I remember now, Devont Simpling! He's famous for eating an entire poisonous tentacle and surviving, though his skin turned purple. So, poisonous tentacles are edible?"

......

"Ghosts! I know that although ghosts don't have the five senses of humans, they have a strange perception that allows them to sense all kinds of rotten, foul-smelling food. The more pungent the smell, the more they like it. Maybe it's the only taste they can 'taste'."

......

"When I was on vacation in Greece, I witnessed mermaids hunting in the Mediterranean. They ate raw fish, and their mouths were covered in blood. Greek sorcerers also said that mermaids love to eat all kinds of fish raw. In my opinion, the classification controversy surrounding mermaids should not exist; they should be classified as 'beasts'."

......

The results far exceeded Lucas's expectations!

Lucas received a wealth of valuable intelligence in exchange for just a lunch!

This kind of information about food is probably something that the mainstream of the magical world has never systematically compiled before!

Now, Lucas has recorded all of this valuable information, providing a clear research path for his magical culinary journey.

Moreover, after this exchange, Lucas's reputation among the Hogwarts students grew even stronger, and everyone was impressed by him, which would be very helpful in the future.

It was totally worth it!

......

The four-tiered food box was completely empty; the last portion was given to a pair of laughing twins.

The information they provided to Lucas was that ghouls didn't eat corpses, but rather preferred moths and spiders, especially deep-fried spider eggs. Although their friend Lee Jordan contradicted them, saying that ghouls weren't an intelligent race and didn't meet Lucas's requirements, Lucas still gave them the last spoonful of red wine stewed oxtail.

Because their names were George Weasley and Fred Weasley, Lucas was reminded of Mrs. Molly Weasley, who had sent him a warm letter and a large box of fudge, when he saw them.

"Oh, Merlin, I love this dish!" one of the twins exclaimed in an exaggerated aria. In fact, Lucas didn't even know which one was which; they were just too alike.

"Of course, I also like this young man who cooks, Lucas—what's his last name again?" another said.

"Look at his red hair, isn't that obvious?"

"Yes! Lucas Weasley! He's our long-lost little brother!"

The twins rushed forward, embracing Lucas in their arms, jumping and leaping.

"Oh, Lucas, we've finally met!"

"Come home! We'll come home for Christmas. Mom and Dad miss you so much!"

"You can teach your mom how to cook as well as you do, and we'll prepare a warm room for you."

"But the house is full, isn't it, Fred? What should we do?"

"Get Ron out of here! We prefer Lucas to that brat Ron!"

"Handsome, famous, and a great cook~~~"

"Oh! Our dear little Lucas~~~"

Ellie stared in disbelief, then quietly nudged Hannah.

"Is Lucas really from the Weasley family?"

Hannah's mouth dropped open: "No way, Lucas's hair is actually redder than theirs."

Harry sat to one side, watching Lucas surrounded by the laughing young wizards, and thought the scene was wonderful.

What pleased him most was that Lucas had drawn all the attention, so that people wouldn't stare at him like he was a monkey, or keep scrutinizing the scar on his forehead.

It won't remind me all the time that I am a pitiful orphan who lost both parents and lives under the roof of others.

And I've shared so much joy with Lucas. Ellie, Hannah, Neville... look, Lucas has so many friends, and now I know them all too. I'll have many friends in the wizarding world too.

Just then, a majestic voice suddenly rang out, shouting loudly.

"No crowding in the hallway! What are you all doing blocking the way here! Make way, I'm the prefect! Everyone disperse and don't gather together, I'm the prefect!"

The twins' faces fell immediately.

"Oh, the annoying person is here."

"Lucas, I have to remind you, although he's also one of your brothers..."

"But he's not as funny as us."

"The infamous prefect, Percy Weasley!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Percy Weasley, with his gleaming prefecture badge pinned to his chest, pushed his way through the crowd.

He had been sternly preparing to reprimand people, but upon seeing who was surrounded, his stern expression melted away like butter on a hot pan.

"Oh! Mr. Lucas McGregor!"

He was so enthusiastic that the twins' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"How are you? I've been wanting to meet you for a long time!"