The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 77 Food for Intelligence!

"It smells so good! It smells so good!" A young wizard stared intently, tears welling up in his eyes. "Who made this?!"

"It's him! It's him! Lucas McGregor!" another young wizard exclaimed. "So what the newspapers said was true! McGregor is a genius chef!"

A little wizard smelled the aroma and chewed the cold pumpkin pie vigorously, as if the pie tasted much better.

"I already knew! When my mom took me to Gringotts to get money, we went to McGregor's food stall! Merlin, it was so delicious, I still remember it..."

Lucas McGregor!

The name immediately caused a sensation among the young wizards, who were gathered in layers upon layers of them.

During this summer vacation, children born into wizarding families learned about the glorious deeds of their peers either from their parents or directly from the newspapers.

A young hero who bravely fights dark wizards, a genius chef with amazing culinary skills, the "most dazzling young spark" personally commended by the Minister of Magic, a rising star in the hearts of Muggle-born wizards, a celebrity closely followed by the Daily Prophet, whose reopening of his food stall can even take up half a page of the newspaper.

It's no exaggeration to say that most young wizards spent the entire month of August in Lucas's shadow!

The Muggle-born children quickly learned about Lucas's deeds through word of mouth and were deeply moved.

No, buddy, summer vacation is for having fun, how did you manage to do something big and make a name for yourself as a boss?

Lucas's name was so famous, and with such a delicious feast right in front of them, the previous hot topic on the train, "Harry Potter is on the train too," was immediately forgotten.

Regardless of other things, at least the dazzling array of mouthwatering delicacies is real!

"Lucas McGregor" became the latest topic of conversation on the Hogwarts Express, and all Hogwarts students, from first year to seventh year, heard the name.

A young wizard watched longingly for a long time, filled with indignation.

That's outrageous! Other people come here to study, you've come here for a get-together!

He shouted angrily with all his might, "Can you take me with you?"

To my surprise, Lucas turned around and gave me a bright smile.

"Sure, I have another copy prepared here."

The young wizards fell silent when yet another four-tiered food box was pulled out of the trunk.

Open them one by one: curry potato and chicken, red wine braised oxtail, olive oil-roasted bell peppers, and buttered sesame rice—all exactly the same. There's one more serving!

Amidst the boisterous cheers of the young wizards, Lucas had no choice but to shout at the top of his lungs.

"But it's not free! Listen to me!"

"I'm gathering information on all sorts of delicious food! Anyone who can provide the following information will receive a delicious treat!"

"First, food made with magical animals and plants. Even if you don't know the specific cooking method, just knowing which magical animals or plants are edible is fine."

"Secondly, the unique dietary culture of intelligent races other than humans."

"Thirdly... never mind, the above two points are enough. Of course, you also need to give your names so I can verify them later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young wizards began to discuss it enthusiastically, racking their brains to find the memories in their minds.

Lucas nodded in satisfaction. He had gotten up at dawn to work on this very day.

Trading food for intelligence, even if it's just one useful piece of information, is a huge win!

The train carrying all the Hogwarts students was, in Lucas's eyes, a vast treasure trove.

Among them are heirs of the sacred twenty-eight clans with a long and luxurious lineage, as well as young wizards from emerging families who are now in power and have extensive knowledge; there are diligent students who have learned a lot of extracurricular knowledge from various ancient books, and there are also mischievous and playful children who are keen on adventure and know many secrets...

Everyone should think about it; who knows what hidden culinary secrets might be revealed!

Lucas wanted to ask more than just these questions, but one must take things one step at a time, and besides, there wasn't enough food prepared for today, so he decided not to ask too many.

If things go well today, we'll find another opportunity to organize a bigger event after we're in school!

By requiring the young wizards to provide information along with their names, Lucas aimed to prevent these inexperienced and shy young wizards from easily spouting nonsense. Of course, it was inevitable that some would lie, and the information would be a mix of truth and falsehood; Lucas was prepared for that.

Three seconds later, a fifth-grade student raised his hand.

"When I went to Romania to watch Quidditch, I happened to hear a little about it. Vampires are a race that lives by drinking blood. They can survive by drinking the blood of animals, but they prefer the blood of young human women."

Someone next to him bluntly pointed out, "Wood, these are in the textbooks!"

But the fifth-grader immediately followed up: "Vampires love all kinds of food made from blood, but they can also eat and appreciate ordinary human food. My name is Oliver Wood."

"Thank you, Wood!" Lucas said happily. "Come on, try my cooking."

Lucas generously served him a large bowl of buttered rice, topped with a thick layer of curry chicken. Wood took a deep sniff, his eyes lit up, and he shoveled down two mouthfuls, exclaiming, "Fantastic! The curry is rich and fragrant, and the slightly spicy flavor is incredibly appetizing and will definitely help replenish my energy!"

He took two more big bites, nodding repeatedly: "My team members are always too nervous and lose their appetite before the competition, but if there is such delicious food, I believe everyone can eat two big bowls and achieve good results."

"Lucas, if you get into Gryffindor, please make some nutritious meals for our team!"

Lucas blinked, about to say that he wanted to join Hufflepuff, when another fifth-grader said in a smug voice.

"At the most noble pureblood gathering, I tasted something you can't even imagine—the egg of the harpy."

Oliver Wood glared at him: "Marcus Flint, you're lying! The bird snake is a very precious protected animal!"

But Flint glared back fiercely, and his tone seemed even more pleased.

"Oh, Wood, given your background, you certainly wouldn't understand... Anyway, all the procurement processes were legal."

"The eggshell shone brilliantly, made of the purest and softest silver. It couldn't be opened by force; only a very special magic spell could open it. It was truly an unforgettable memory."

Lucas wrote all of this down and eagerly asked, "Mr. Flint, how does it taste?"

Flint raised his head: "Of course, it's absolutely delicious."

Although he didn't reveal more, Lucas was still very happy to learn such rare information.

He had already finished reading the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" and knew that the Owl Snake was a Level XXXX dangerous creature that would attack anyone who got close to its egg, making the Owl Snake egg extremely precious.

"Thank you. Would you like to try my red wine braised oxtail?"