Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Upon entering Hagrid's kitchen (which was actually in a corner of the living room), Qin Yu rolled up his sleeves and skillfully tied on an "apron," looking ready for battle.

"Don't you need my help?" Hermione was actually quite eager to do something for him, since she hadn't done much cooking before.

"No need, just sit here and wait to eat!" Qin Yu pressed Hermione into a chair and said solemnly.

"Alright, then I'll wait to taste your cooking." The girl shrugged and didn't insist anymore. After all, Qin seemed quite motivated, so she wouldn't interfere and cause trouble.

So Hermione sat there drinking the tea that Uncle Hagrid handed her, watching Qin Yu's "performance".

After washing his hands, Qin Yu went to the kitchen utensils and ingredients and began to work methodically.

He first mixed flour with water to form a dough, then kneaded the dough into a flatbread, and then rolled it out thinly with a rolling pin made of a round wooden stick.

Once the dough was pressed thin, he folded it up and used a sharp cleaver to cut it quickly and evenly.

Watching Qin Yu shake out the finally cut noodles, Hermione couldn't help but think to herself, "This guy is pretty capable!"

Of course, she always thought Qin was very capable.

In short, Hermione's gaze remained fixed on Qin Yu's figure and the movements of his hands.

Although she couldn't learn anything from watching, it didn't stop her from watching very attentively and with great interest.

Qin Yu could definitely understand Hermione's mentality. It was probably similar to the craft or food videos he watched on Bilibili in his previous life. Those content creators always tried to teach viewers how to make them, but the viewers were just watching for fun, and whether they could learn anything was not important.

Unlike Qin Yu, who watches videos, Hermione can not only see the food being prepared, but also smell its aroma.

Once the noodles were cooked and taken out, Qin Yu added them to the prepared broth. The combined aroma of the noodles and the broth was released, making the girl swallow hard.

But she could already hear Hagrid's loud "gurgling" in her ears.

Seeing the little girl looking at him, Uncle Hagrid smiled sheepishly.

Fortunately, Qin Yu did not disappoint them and quickly placed the three bowls of noodles—one large and two small—on the table.

"Eat up!" Qin Yu took off his apron, wiped his hands, and said to the two people in the room.

Uncle Hagrid, who couldn't wait any longer, had already picked up his big fork, skillfully twirled a clump of noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth. Because his movements were so rough, some noodle soup got on his beard.

Hermione, of course, wasn't in such a hurry with the older man. She carefully picked up a noodle with her much smaller fork and slowly put it into her mouth, her movements calm and elegant.

However, once the noodle touched her taste buds, her little mouth started moving faster and faster. By the time the fork was inserted into the bowl a second time, she had already scooped out more than one noodle. She quickly rolled the noodle up and stuffed it into her mouth, making her little mouth bulge.

After finishing half a bowl of noodles, she looked up and was met with a handsome, smiling face.

"It's delicious! This is the best noodles I've ever had!" Hermione gave a thumbs up, offering her sincere praise.

"I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of things in the chicken soup, including... never mind, you probably don't care about that right now. Just eat." Qin Yu wanted to explain the recipe he had come up with, but judging from Hermione's expression, she clearly wasn't interested in listening to his details.

The little girl chuckled and continued slurping her noodles, clearly abandoning any semblance of composure or elegance.

Qin Yu actually felt that this way of eating was a true respect for food.

However, he still casually reminded him, "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Hagrid picked up the empty bowl and skillfully ladled out noodles for himself.

After all, as a cooking enthusiast, Uncle Hagrid knows how to serve noodles himself. He scoops out the noodles, adds chicken broth, and after a series of actions, more than half of the noodles in the pot are visibly gone.

Hermione's eyes widened at the sight, and she glanced at Qin in a flustered manner. Seeing the latter shrug helplessly, she quickly slurped up the food in her bowl, then pushed the bowl towards Qin Yu, licking her lips to indicate her need.

The girl's tense expression finally relaxed when Qin Yu placed the second bowl in front of her.

"Qin, please teach me how to use this."

After taking a few bites of the second bowl, Hermione stopped eating and pointed to the chopsticks Qin Yu was using.

“Okay, we should definitely use chopsticks to eat noodles, it’s more convenient.” Qin Yu nodded happily.

So he found a pair of chopsticks he had made himself, sat down next to Hermione, and taught her how to use them.

"First, you need to put the two chopsticks together, hold the top of the chopsticks with your thumb and forefinger, and use your middle and ring fingers to support the chopsticks. Then, try to lift the top chopstick... Yes, pay attention to the coordination of the two chopsticks..."

Qin Yu taught in detail, and Hermione studied diligently, quickly mastering the essentials of its use.

However, the little girl's movements were still a bit clumsy. Before she could even put a noodle in her mouth, the two chopsticks went out of control, and the soup on the noodles splashed onto both of their faces.

The two looked at each other, saw the soup on each other's faces, and couldn't help but laugh.

Qin Yu took a napkin and wiped the face of the giggling girl, telling her to continue practicing and reminding her not to use too much force and to pay attention to controlling her strength.

Sure enough, Hermione managed to put the noodles into her mouth this time.

"Not bad, you learn very quickly." Qin Yu praised her at the right time.

The little girl smiled and picked up another noodle, putting it into her mouth.

Uncle Hagrid, watching Hermione clumsily using chopsticks, was somewhat puzzled. He had tried using chopsticks made by Qin before, but they were very inconvenient to use and not as fast as eating with a fork, so he simply gave up learning.

Hermione didn't care what Uncle Hagrid thought; she was having a great time practicing with chopsticks and quickly mastered the skills, even managing to pick up three noodles at once and successfully put them in her mouth.

However, two bowls were still too much for a little girl, and she ultimately couldn't finish them.

Qin Yu then pulled the remaining half bowl of noodles in front of her and picked up his chopsticks to help her finish it.

Watching Qin Yu eat his noodles with such gusto, Hermione's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Then, she rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, saying very seriously, "Next year on my birthday, I want to eat birthday noodles again."

"No problem, I'll make it for you again next year," Qin Yu said, swallowing the noodles in his mouth and nodding.

“I want it every year!” Hermione said, raising her chin and emphasizing her words.

“Okay, I’ll make it for you every year.” Qin Yu smiled and granted this “demanding” request.

Hermione was in a good mood upon hearing this, and picked up her chopsticks again to practice, picking up a noodle and feeding it to Qin Yu.

"Don't you get tired of eating noodles every year?" Qin Yu asked.

"Really? This food is so delicious, it shouldn't be, right?" Hermione seemed unsure as well.

"Then I'll change the soup base recipe every year to ensure it's different each year," Qin Yu said after thinking for a moment.

"Hmm, now I'm starting to look forward to it." Hermione smiled and put another noodle into his mouth.

"Actually, you can make this anytime if you want to eat it," Qin Yu said to the little girl after finishing the last noodle.

"Huh? You can eat it even on your birthday?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised.

"Of course. However, you can keep it simple in ordinary times, for example, just use tomatoes and eggs, and it will taste very good."

"That's great!"

Uncle Hagrid, who was standing to the side, had already finished his bowl of noodles. He listened to the two young people chatting and by the end, he was full of anticipation and determined to learn more about how to make this kind of food from Qin.

He believed he could definitely learn it given enough time.

……

Not long after dark, Qin Yu and Hermione said goodbye to Uncle Hagrid, ending their brief "birthday party".

On the way back, Hermione suddenly became a little troubled, her brows furrowed. When Qin Yu asked her, she pouted and said, "You've put so much effort into celebrating my birthday, so how am I supposed to celebrate yours?"

"I don't care, I'm really looking forward to your birthday present!" Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and said with a mischievous smile.

"Ugh, this is a tough question," Hermione said, drooping her head.

"It's okay, take your time thinking about it. My birthday is still a long way off anyway," Qin Yu comforted him.

“Okay…” Hermione temporarily gave up on this troublesome problem.

Anyway, if she really couldn't think of a gift, she could just stuff herself into a gift box, tie a bow on it, and give it to this guy.

Upon realizing this wildly imaginative idea, the girl's troubled expression vanished, replaced by an undisguised smile. She thought it would definitely be a lot of fun.

As for Qin asking her what she was laughing about, she refused to tell him the reason.

"It's so great to be able to study here, and we can celebrate birthdays together," the girl suddenly remarked.

"Yes, that's great," Qin Yu echoed.

Then, the girl stopped talking and reached out to grasp the hand that was a size larger than hers.

The autumn wind blew, and the night was cool as water, yet warmth was transmitted from their clasped hands.