After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

The red-haired boy tried hard to hold back his tears as he looked at the large chicken drumstick on the ground, which had been trampled on by the crowd. He had never seen the food made by this new restaurant before, but he had been thinking about it since he saw it last time.

He begged his mother for a long time before she agreed to let him buy it. Such a big one only costs 2 Sickles, and now it’s the beginning of the school season so only one Sickle is enough.

He got these Sickles by helping his mom run errands and do chores. Today, he took advantage of the back-to-school season and bought several of them on purpose, spending all the money he had saved up. He wanted to let everyone in the family try them. Maybe his mom would buy them for him again next time.

But now there were only eight, and he didn't have a single Knut left.

The little boy was holding a big bag and looking at the big chicken drumstick on the ground with tears in his eyes. Harry and Draco stood by, at a loss as to what to do.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you and bumped into you by accident." Draco apologized sincerely to the little boy. Harry also smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Draco accidentally bumped into you when he was checking to see if I was lost. He is Draco, and I am Harry. What is your name?" Harry was careful not to tell the little boy their last names.

Uncle Lucius said that it was very dangerous out there, especially for rich and famous kids like them, who would be captured and made into potions.

"It's okay. You didn't mean it. My name is Ronald Weasley. You can call me Ron." The red-haired boy - Ron sniffed. He was so thick-skinned that he didn't notice that Harry didn't say their last names. He looked at the big chicken drumstick on the ground in frustration and couldn't muster up any energy.

Harry and Draco exchanged a glance. "If you don't mind, maybe we're going to this restaurant. Why don't you join us and have a bite together? It'll be our way of making amends."

Draco looked at Ron sincerely. He could tell at a glance that this boy's family probably didn't have a good financial situation, but from his face he could see that his family was very happy without a trace of gloom.

The bag in his hand contained about seven or eight chicken legs, which was definitely not enough for him to finish by himself. It seemed that they were from a large family. Draco couldn't help but click his tongue. He immediately thought of the Weasley family that his father had told him about: a large family with red hair. Hmm, it made sense.

When Draco put on that expression, almost no one could resist him. Ron was already dazed by the time he realized what was happening, sitting at the same table with Draco and the others. He glanced at the two of them sheepishly, only to realize they were both very good-looking, their clothes made of fine materials, and they looked like children from aristocratic families.

Combined with Draco's striking platinum hair, and remembering Lucius Malfoy, whom his father had been talking about at home, Ron suddenly realized: "Ah, you are the strange child in the Malfoy family!"

It is said that no one has ever seen the Malfoy child even during the social season of the nobility. It was not until his birthday in June this year that the young master appeared in the public eye for the first time.

After the birthday, all the invitations from the nobles fell into oblivion and there was no response. They all said that the child was a mysterious and strange one.

Draco wasn't too offended by this remark; he could see that Ron was just curious and meant no offense. But Ron was a bit loud and noisy, and Draco had never met such a person before.

Ron also realized that it was not polite to say this in front of others, but he didn't know what to say. His face turned red and his hands were twisted into knots with embarrassment.

Harry learned from Aunt Cissy that Draco had been ill for a long time. He didn't want Draco to recall unhappy things, so he hurriedly took the menu.

"Xiaolong, what do you want to eat? And Ron, can I call you that? Come and see what delicious food we have. This is the first time for Xiaolong and I to come here. Do you have any recommendations?" He awkwardly changed the subject and Ron didn't notice at all.

"I recommend their large chicken drumsticks. They're incredibly delicious, with a crispy, fragrant shell and juicy chicken meat. Not greasy at all. And their fries? I think that's what they're called. When I tried them, I thought they were bland at first, but I couldn't stop eating them."

When it comes to food, his eyes sparkle and he comments seriously like a gourmet.

"Then let's go for the Little Wizards Set Meal. It has the chicken drumsticks, fries, and a wizard's bag? And this happy water? What a strange name." Harry scratched his head. For some reason, he felt that these things looked familiar. "How about a little dragon?" Harry turned to Draco for his opinion.

"Sure, three children's meals then." Draco waved gently, and a waiter who had been watching them from a distance hurried forward and respectfully wrote down the menu. Seeing that Draco had no other instructions, he respectfully withdrew.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Draco turned and met Ron's curious gaze.

"In this place, you go to the front and place your order on the glowing screen. When the food is ready, a small magic firework will explode above your head to notify you. This is the first time I've seen a waiter here." Ron exclaimed.

"Well, ordinary people can't do it, but I can." Draco showed a proud little expression, but it was not annoying, especially since he had a naturally beautiful face.

"This shop belongs to the Malfoys." When he walked in, he saw the huge Malfoy family crest on the doorplate, which was as arrogant and conspicuous as the Malfoys.

As soon as he entered, a waiter recognized him instantly and waited not far away, so as not to disturb the heir and his friends from dining and chatting, but also to be the first to see Draco summon.

How else could they find such a good view and quiet seating, considering how popular this restaurant is? Only the careless Ron thought they were lucky to have a free seat.

Ron's envy was almost overflowing, "This is great, Draco, you can eat so many delicious foods every day, right?" He felt that if he ate chicken legs every day, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

"Ah, I was wondering why they look so familiar. Aunt Cissy had let us try some before." Harry suddenly realized. However, Aunt Cissy hadn't mentioned the wizard bag and happy water. Hmm! I'll try them later.

"Xiaolong is a picky eater and only likes desserts," Harry said seriously. He knew the difference all too well. "But Aunt Cissy doesn't let us eat too much. She says children need a balanced diet."

"Hmph, I'm not picky about food, it's just that my mom's apple pie is super delicious! I'm just being frugal." Draco hadn't expected Harry to expose his shortcomings. His face flushed, and he smiled sheepishly at Ron. He secretly kicked Harry's legs under the table. Well, it wasn't that his legs were too short to reach the ground, but he just didn't want to dirty Harry's shoes. That's right.

Ron looked bewildered. Did Draco just speak? Was this some kind of magical magic? He was about to ask when the waiter came over with their set meal. Ron's eyes lit up at the sight of the chicken drumstick, and he no longer remembered whether Draco had spoken.

"Enjoy your meal, everyone. Feel free to call me if you need anything." The waiter flashed a familiar smile, his manner courteous and attentive, neither servile nor overbearing. Draco nodded. A very clever waiter. The waiter, Avery, noticed the young master's attitude and felt secretly pleased. It seemed he'd gotten an appointment with him. He remained impassive, smiling, and walked over to a nearby area, waiting silently.

"It's so hot! Whoosh!" Ron couldn't wait to pick up the big chicken drumstick he had been waiting for. Merlin, this chicken drumstick was bigger than his face! He forgot that it was fresh out of the oven. The heat burst out from the place where he bit into it, making Ron shiver. But the crispy shell of the chicken drumstick, the soft chicken meat and the rich gravy were all in this one bite. Ron couldn't bear to spit it out, so he could only keep looking up and exhaling to reduce the heat in his mouth.

Compared to Ron, Harry and Draco ate much more elegantly. The waiter thoughtfully placed a few pairs of gloves on the side (but Ron didn't notice).

Harry picked up the wizard's bag, curious about it, wearing gloves. How do you eat it? He looked around and saw some customers who had ordered wizard's bags eating them with their hands. He imitated them and took a big bite. His eyes widened instantly. It was delicious! There were vegetables, meat, and staple foods, paired with a sweet, sour, and salty sauce. It was so delicious!

He then picked up the unassuming Happy Water next to him, which even looked a bit like a potion brewed by the Godfather, and hesitantly took a sip. The sweet, tangy taste! He decided Happy Water would be his favorite from now on! It would be great if he could have it every day, but Aunt Cissy wouldn't agree. The last time they tried French fries, she'd said kids shouldn't eat too much of it. Oh, I really want to grow up.

Draco patiently tore the chicken leg apart and let it cool, then put the fries and chicken into his mouth. He seemed a little uninterested, as it was a bit greasy for him. He picked up the burger and tasted it. It was okay. But the happy water made his eyes light up.

The three of them ate and talked, after all, they were all the same age, so they quickly became friends. Ron was surprised when he learned Harry's full name, and sincerely invited them to visit the Burrow, saying that his little sister loved Harry very much and would hold Harry's storybook every day.

They chatted so much that they forgot about time. When a tall figure stood beside the table, Draco and Harry had a bad feeling.

They slowly looked up and met Snape's dark face.