This Hogwarts is not normal

Neither Rinne nor Yohji ignored the crowd who walked in.

Seeing that it was a foreigner, the old man spoke English with a slight accent:

"Welcome, this is the first time I see the eldest lady bring friends here."

His eyes swept over Cedric and Rove, and the smile on his face was even wider, "Sit down first, grandpa is going to prepare the dishes now."

After serving a few small dishes, he opened the curtain and entered the warehouse.

Linyin saw everyone's doubts, and whispered:

"Grandpa Yohji is my grandpa's younger brother. He didn't inherit the talent for magic, so he's your Squib."

It's not just Japan's side, the magic world in the East usually doesn't think that squibs are a shame.

But even though they can stay, the status of the two parties is not equal.

They will serve the family as servants until descendants are restored to the favor of magic.

Even Neville sensed the weight of the topic.

"I've been waiting for a long time—" Yohji poked out from the curtain holding a salmon that was as long as his arm,

"It was just caught yesterday, everyone has a good time today."

Before handling the 5kg salmon, he first boiled a pot of kombu broth.

After skillfully removing the scales and bones, Hermione covered her small mouth and let out an exclamation when the fish color was just revealed.

Bright orange-red, with particularly thin lines of fat.

"Grandpa Yohji, is this New Zealand's king salmon?"

"Yes, my lady."

Yohji, who had completely removed half of the fish, raised his head slightly unexpectedly, and then turned the whole fish over.

When the fish was all removed, he cut a short piece of bone with thin flesh and put it in the soup just boiling.

The speed of removing the bones of the fish belly is very fast, almost completely pulled out as soon as the tweezers touch it.

Hermione puffed up her chest slightly, "Not all salmon are qualified to be called king salmon..."

It is very sensitive to the environment and has extremely strict requirements on water quality and temperature.

Although Kenny didn't understand, he just knew that the fish was expensive enough.

Five kilograms of fish, a dozen or so people pick up three or five slices and it's gone.

And there was an owl who refused to leave after delivering the trust, and had to eat up half a month's pocket money.

After drinking the kombu clear soup made from salmon bones, the fish has been cut in half.

Fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, and the meat is soft and glutinous.

The knife is exquisitely crafted, and the thickness and size of each piece are almost the same.

Vincent watched as Kenny stuffed it roughly into his mouth mouthful after mouthful, tried to eat a piece and didn't continue.

It's not that I don't have an appetite, but I'm not used to it.

Yohji, who was washing his hands and preparing the next dish, was a little puzzled, "Master, do the ingredients not suit your taste?"

"No, no." He quickly picked up a piece of fish.

Yohji nodded slightly, opened the curtain and walked into the warehouse.

When he came back, he had a basket of frozen arctic shrimp in his hand.

Remove the heads and shells and leave only the tails of the shrimps. Spread the batter with less gluten flour mixed with eggs, and deep-fry in a low-temperature oil pan until the color is just golden.

"Please." Yohji brought this tempura to Vincent respectfully.

Get the batter and oil temperature just a little wrong and tempura can turn into plain fried shrimp.

The outer layer is thin and crispy, but the inner layer of shrimp meat is not fully cooked.

While retaining the fresh and sweet taste, it is still warm.

Vincent knocked off Kenny's overhanging chopsticks, "The fried food is greasy, are you sure?"

Arctic shrimp and king salmon, a fool knows which one is more expensive.

The most knowledgeable Cedric and Rove shook their heads secretly.

The precious ingredients are only one aspect, the key is the chef's craftsmanship.

Top chefs can cook top-notch delicacy even with the most ordinary steak.

On the contrary, top-level ingredients fall into the hands of ordinary chefs, no matter how rare and rare, they will become ordinary dishes.

When eating the grilled silver eel, both of them subconsciously wiped the corners of their eyes.

It's not enough to cry, but there are indeed tears.

Compared with meat, girls prefer sukiyaki with vegetables such as carrots, celery and enoki mushrooms.

The bottom of the pot is sweet and not greasy at all.

After the beef dipped in raw eggs is boiled, most of them go into Gugu's stomach.

It resolutely refuses to eat rice, and has even teamed up with its good friend Lai Fu, who is similar in size, to steal the side dishes on top of James and Alfred's sushi many times.

"Master Gugu, can you save me a little bit?"

"Neville, if you don't care about Raffle, I'm going to call the law enforcement team over."

Their attitudes towards the two cute pets are completely opposite.

But Lai Fu had Gu Gu backing him, and after a few times, he became Ming Qiang.

Yohji smiled and added side dishes to their sushi again.

This dinner took a long time, and I was still eating dessert two hours later.

Kenny held his belly early and went to the small seat with Jennifer.

The couple was very close, and the little girls glanced over curiously many times, but turned their little heads back shyly.

Only Linyin's face did not change, but the speed of chopsticks was obviously accelerated.

"Hic—" Hermione burped unladyily.

As she felt embarrassed, Marietta hiccupped too.

Probably contagious, Neville, who was eating Japanese cheesecake, also fought.

For chefs, the happiest thing is for diners to eat happily.

Amidst laughter, Yohji bid farewell to everyone.

He solemnly put away the check that Linyin had just stuffed into the letter.

This small shop named "Feng" was actually specially reserved by Jun Yan for him to retire.

After all, blood is thicker than water, and he has worked hard for the Jingu family for most of his life.

Compared with Filch, who was far away in the Hogwarts school hospital and was still waiting for the mandrake to mature, the Squibs in the wizarding world of Japan were undoubtedly happy.

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The streets of Shibuya are very lively at night.

Of course, Kenny's motivation for proposing to go shopping to eliminate food is not pure.

When he walked into a bar called Regensburg, he shouted a sentence in fluent Japanese to the oncoming waiters:

"Tonight's consumption will be paid for by Miss Jingu!"

Lin Yin behind her face darkened.

The tone is weird, but the pronunciation is extremely accurate.

At least practiced in front of the mirror hundreds of times.

"Miss Jingu?"

"That's her!" Kenny pointed back, only to find that even Jennifer was gone.

The middle-aged uncle pointed at by him was a little confused.

"Ah—this is a misunderstanding!"

After going out without changing expression, they were all waiting outside.

"you--"

"I am 12 years old." Vincent spread his hands indifferently, "Using the Confusion Charm on them will violate the "Wizard Law."

Kenny's wide eyes looked across the street.

I miscalculated, I should have prepared some compound decoction in advance.

At this point, the most expensive entertainment in Shibuya is either bars or shopping.

Ginza, a few kilometers away, is more expensive.

But from Linyin's extremely contemptuous eyes, he knew that as long as he dared to say this proposal, the law enforcement team would take him away immediately.

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