Chapter 1037 Sensitive Physique

When the Aurors were not at Harry's house, the people cooking at the Potter house were the Great Savior himself.

Cooking is a good way to relieve stress, not to mention that compared to Harry, Ginny's cooking skills are more than a star and a half behind.

Molly pampered her only daughter and did not let Ginny do any housework at home except serving dishes. Harry was taught by Petunia from a young age how to "fend for himself".

Hermione didn't cook before, but during the adventure because she was the only girl, the cooking task was given to her, while Harry and Ron were responsible for hunting. It seemed that everyone had forgotten that Harry could cook.

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It was truly an unforgettable and unforgettable memory. After the war, several people would often joke about it when they got together.

Nowadays, Hermione is pretty good at cooking. After marrying into the Weasley family, Molly taught her how to cook. Ron is still not good at it. Every boy in the Weasley family has to help his mother share the burden.

When it came to housework, the twins would let this "cute brother" choose between doing laundry and sweeping the floor. Ron would do the work of two people each time.

The traditional British concept is generally like this. The kitchen and family belong to women, and men are responsible for raising the family and working. In front of outsiders, Ginny still has to cook in the kitchen even if she is not good at cooking.

Now that the Aurors were gone, there were only familiar people in 12 Grimmauld Place, so Harry showed off his cooking skills to wash away the dust of his friends who had returned from a long journey.

Hermione was helping him. They were still using Muggle cooking methods. If the ingredients were changed, they would be no different from the Potions class.

"Why bother using a deluminator to suck out the light? Wouldn't it be better to just turn it off?" Hermione said as she poured the clams into the pot.

With a "crash", the oil pan exploded, and Harry was stunned by Hermione's question.

"Stir it up quickly, Harry!" Hermione reminded.

So Harry quickly waved the spatula to heat each clam evenly and opened his mouth.

"Give Ron a chance to show off." Harry said while frying clams. "I just met McLaggen."

"So?" Hermione asked.

"What?"

"What does this have to do with how to turn off the lights?"

"When we took the risk, we used a deluminator to listen to the radio station organized by Li Qiaodan. If the deluminator can receive electromagnetic signals, then it can interfere with it. Don't forget that someone may bring a camera at the scene. If someone keeps the photographic data and sells it to

TV stations and newspapers are in trouble."

Hermione was easily convinced, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief and pointed his wand at the pot and poured water like a spring.

The dish Harry is cooking now is clam pumpkin soup. Except for the guests from France during the Triwizard Tournament, seafood has never been seen on the Hogwarts table, and no one in Slytherin has touched that fish soup.

, as if this is one of their weird traditions.

After adding the fresh cream and white wine, Harry scooped up all the clams and half of the gravy, added more water, and cooked the pumpkin and onions.

Some people say that the taste of home is passed down, and Petunia inherited her cooking taste from Mrs. Evans. So in theory, Lily's cooking taste is similar to that of her sister and mother, and Harry's cooking skills were inherited from Petunia, so

The food he cooks tastes almost like his mother's.

He looked at the soup in the pot boiling and his glasses were covered with steam. From the moment he boarded the Hogwarts Express, he was no longer an orphan who had been bullied.

That day, during the third-year Quidditch match, his windproof glasses were also blurred by thick fog, but he could still see Cedric's broomstick and his yellow uniform.

He was right in front of Harry, his fingers almost touching the Golden Snitch, so it was difficult for Harry to associate that living life with the corpse in Riddle's cemetery.

When Harry carried Cedric back to the Quidditch pitch, Cedric was still warm, but Harry knew he was dead. Cedric's appearance flashed back in the wand, and he asked Harry

Leigh took his body back.

"...We might even have to work with the werewolf office." Hermione angrily chopped the parsley into fine pieces. "It's unbelievable."

"What's so incredible about the Werewolf Office dealing with werewolves?" Harry asked.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Hermione looked at him in disbelief.

"Uh... no." Harry said with a smile, "Ginny would be angry if I told her that, but you are my friend."

"So you can openly stop listening to me?" Hermione patted Harry on the head with a piece of celery, looking like a strict teacher.

"What did you just say?" Harry covered the place where he was knocked and picked the leaves from his hair.

"Umbridge, I really can't believe that she was released from Azkaban and is still working in the Werewolf Office. She was the one who promulgated the Werewolf Act in 1993. We have become so troubled with werewolves now because of her.

Half the credit.”

"If the public doesn't approve of it, even if she implements this bill, it won't be passed smoothly. This is the will of the people, Hermione." Harry sighed, "Calvin mentioned the award of honors to me today. You two are actually

You can leave me alone."

"No, this honor is shared by us. Ron doesn't want the Order of Merlin that much, because Rohart also has one."

"Rohart, that's a second-level medal."

Hermione looked around, made sure there were only two people in the kitchen, and then whispered to Harry.

"He became a prefect because Dumbledore gave you other tasks. Otherwise, you should be the male prefect. I have never dared to tell him that he didn't want the Order of Merlin because he had left. Rohart

That's just an excuse."

"Oh, I really didn't expect this."

"Don't tell him, let alone me telling you." Hermione lowered her voice and said, "He is very sensitive in this regard."

"Speaking of which, Ron and I sneaked into Umbridge's office before, and the scar on my hand hurt when it touched the door number she had enchanted."

"Oh, Harry..."

"It's true, I didn't lie." Harry pointed to the scar on the back of his hand and said, "It hurts, but the scar on my forehead doesn't hurt."

"What do you want to clarify?"

"The Invisibility of the Divine Blade is also a matter of dark magic. George's ears can't grow, but I don't feel any pain." Harry said thoughtfully, "There are other people who use dark magic, and I don't feel any pain. Only Umbridge and Voldemort can."

Makes the scars on my hands and forehead hurt."

"Scarhead, that's what Malfoy calls you." Hermione said with a smile, "Maybe you two will run into each other during this operation."

"The issue between me and him is over." Harry smiled and said, "Ron still cares about him saying you are uh..."

"It doesn't matter if you say that word, Harry, I know you don't mean it." Hermione said indifferently.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, my skin seems different from ordinary people. When I touched Quirrell, he turned into powder."

"Isn't it because you touched the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione asked.

Harry thought for a moment and shook his head, and then there was a rumble of thunder outside the window.

"I don't know, Hermione, even if Voldemort was by my side and in the same classroom with me in the first year, my scar wouldn't hurt as much as it did when I was in the cemetery that day."

"Maybe it's the dark wizards who left scars on your body that made you sense their malice." Hermione whispered.

"Maybe." Harry shrugged. "Go and ask the people upstairs to come over for dinner. Let the pecan pie bake in the oven."

"Yes, Chef." Hermione turned and walked away.

After she left, Harry turned to look at the cauldron in the kitchen, where Kreacher once slept.

In Kreacher's lair, Harry found Slytherin's locket. It's really strange why he didn't notice it at all when he was eating in the kitchen before.
Chapter completed!