However, perhaps the sky was busy today or maybe it had truly been defeated by the unfavorable weather; in any case, Bell couldn't enjoy a moment of tranquility.ert
A witch pushing a trolley suddenly stopped outside the compartment. She opened the door and first looked strangely at the three calm young wizards in the compartment. She knew that every year she sold snacks on the Hogwarts Express, and energetic young wizards would usually make a lot of noise. This was the first time she had seen such a quiet compartment. When she passed by a moment ago, she almost thought there was no one in it.
Organizing her thoughts, the witch smiled and asked, "Dear, do you need something to eat?"
Hermione and Neville looked at Bell without saying a word. The witch also looked at Bell.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" Bell asked, surprised.
Then he realized that his words had been a bit rude and smiled at the witch. "No, thank you, ma'am, I have my own food."
When Hermione and Neville said they also had their own food and didn't need to buy, the witch closed the compartment door and moved on to the next one.
Bell took out his "Personal Terminal" and checked the time.
"It's already past noon; we should eat something together. When I left home, the house-elves had prepared a lot of food for me, and I can't eat it all by myself."
"What are house-elves?" Hermione asked curiously.
"They are a kind of magical humanoid creatures that usually work as servants in wizarding families. You can think of them as Muggle servants," Bell replied nonchalantly.
"Oh."
Watching as Bell took out his suitcase, Hermione asked with curiosity, "Bell, I've been wanting to ask from the beginning, did you only bring this small suitcase? Is your luggage that light?"
However, perhaps the sky was busy today or maybe it had truly been defeated by the unfavorable weather; in any case, Bell couldn't enjoy a moment of tranquility.
A witch pushing a trolley suddenly stopped outside the compartment. She opened the door and first looked strangely at the three calm young wizards in the compartment. She knew that every year she sold snacks on the Hogwarts Express, and energetic young wizards would usually make a lot of noise. This was the first time she had seen such a quiet compartment. When she passed by a moment ago, she almost thought there was no one in it.
Organizing her thoughts, the witch smiled and asked, "Dear, do you need something to eat?"
Hermione and Neville looked at Bell without saying a word. The witch also looked at Bell.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" Bell asked, surprised.
Then he realized that his words had been a bit rude and smiled at the witch. "No, thank you, ma'am, I have my own food."
When Hermione and Neville said they also had their own food and didn't need to buy, the witch closed the compartment door and moved on to the next one.
Bell took out his "Personal Terminal" and checked the time.
"It's already past noon; we should eat something together. When I left home, the house-elves had prepared a lot of food for me, and I can't eat it all by myself."
"What are house-elves?" Hermione asked curiously.
"They are a kind of magical humanoid creatures that usually work as servants in wizarding families. You can think of them as Muggle servants," Bell replied nonchalantly.
"Oh."
Watching as Bell took out his suitcase, Hermione asked with curiosity, "Bell, I've been wanting to ask from the beginning, did you only bring this small suitcase? Is your luggage that light?"
Children's emotions come and go quickly. In the blink of an eye, Hermione had already forgotten the elaborate story she had imagined in her mind, the "sad life of Miss Granger," which had made her feel so down.
"Hehehe~" Bell cheered up as he mentioned this and began explaining his ambitions to Hermione. "This trunk has an 'Undetectable Extension Charm' applied inside, so it's much larger on the inside than it looks from the outside. I've named it 'Scamander's Trunk.'"
This trunk represented Bell's hopes for the future. He hoped to become as cool a man as "Newt Scamander" at some point in his life.
When he appeared with his trunk, people would usually scream in terror, "He's here! That man with his trunk has returned!" Then, in less than 5 minutes, everyone would disappear as if they had gone underground. It was just incredibly cool!
Compared to Scamander, even Voldemort seemed weak.
However, Hermione, who had only rudimentary knowledge of the magical world, didn't catch Bell's joke and simply looked at him curiously, wondering why he was suddenly laughing so strangely.
Bell opened the "Scamander's Trunk" and snapped his fingers gently. First, a long table flew and landed in the center of the compartment. Then, numerous food boxes flew out of the trunk one after another.
"Come on, try something, don't be shy," Bell said as he offered food to Hermione and Neville and handed food into Hermione's hands.
"What is this? Bread?" Hermione looked at the round, white piece of dough in her hands and asked.
"They're buns. I specially had my house-elves learn to make them. They're a Chinese food, try them, they're delicious," Bell said as he took a big bite of a bun.
Hermione followed Bell's lead and took a bite.
"Mmm, mm, mm, mm..."
"..."
"Eat slowly, don't rush, there's plenty more, swallow first, then we can talk."
Bell looked at Hermione's expression and was about to burst into laughter. That's how the charm of food works!
Hermione's face turned even redder as she chewed quickly and finally managed to swallow what was in her mouth.
"What kind of meat is this? Why is it so delicious? It's the first time I've eaten such delicious meat!"
"Oh, that's dragon meat."
"..."
"!?"
"What meat!?"
"Dragon meat."
Hermione once again felt the vast difference between her and the young wizards from magical families. It was such a huge gap that it was disheartening! She had never seen a real dragon in her entire life, and here they were, serving dragon meat on the table.
"Do wizards usually eat dragon meat?" Hermione asked.
Neville, beside her, wiped off his saliva, still in disbelief.
"I-I've... never eaten dragon meat. Is dragon meat edible?"
'Why can you boast so much when we all come from the wizarding world?'
Neville couldn't help but wonder if maybe he hadn't woken up yet, if he was actually still lying in his own bed. Had all the experiences since he woke up in the morning been a dream? Neville was starting to question his existence.
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Looking at the two bewildered young wizards, Bell smiled slightly.
"Dragon meat is something rare; I can only enjoy it occasionally. Well, eat a bit more of the other dishes; they're delicious too."
Bell opened one food box after another.
"This is sweet and sour pork, sugar-coated pork loin, roasted chicken, Sichuan-style beef, pickled pork, mapo tofu... Try them all; they're delicious."
For a moment, the three were absorbed in the pleasure of the food and had no time to talk. Neville stopped trembling and began eating his food quickly with a fierce look. It seems that food really can heal everything.
Or maybe he considered this his last meal? Eating something good at the end?
...
About thirty minutes later, the three finally couldn't eat anymore, and the table was full of messy plates and utensils. Bell used his wand to clean the table and utensils, then controlled them to go back into the suitcase.
"Ah, I'm so full," Hermione sighed contentedly as she leaned back in her seat.
"I've never been this full before. I feel like my stomach is going to explode."
Hermione had never imagined that food could be so delicious. Suddenly, she began to envy Bell, feeling like she had wasted her eleven years of life.
Neville also leaned back in his seat without moving, just like Hermione. He looked at the sandwiches his grandmother had prepared for him on the side, then put them back into his suitcase.
"Speaking of which, do you guys know how the sorting works for the houses?" Hermione asked.
She urgently needed a conversation topic to distract herself, or else she would keep thinking about the food. But she really couldn't eat anymore, and if she kept eating, she would probably be front-page news in the Daily Prophet the next day.
"Young witch chokes to death after receiving food from a classmate due to prolonged family abuse. All because of overeating on the Hogwarts Express!"
She dared not imagine her parents' expressions when they saw that report.