Food is a necessity for survival, a miracle created by the magic called cooking, a color more brilliant than a kaleidoscope, and an existence that neither wizards nor Muggles can avoid.

However, just as magic has a tendency to fail, cooking can also create waste that can barely be called food.

At least that's the case now.

William looked at the battered French fries and half-cooked fish on the table, and didn't have much confidence in Harry's future life.

How should I put it? You have worked hard and your attitude is very sincere. A middle-aged man is trying to apologize at the table. What else do you want?

But if the fish and chips can be ruined, can you really believe the rest of the dishes?

"Harry, go outside and get some food - you should be familiar with the restaurant outside, right?"

This is a matter of course. After all, Harry grew up here. Even if the Dursleys are reluctant to take him to the restaurant, after all these years, he should have a clear understanding of the surrounding areas.

“We can call them and have them delivered!”

As if to make up for something, Sirius quickly said something he would not say under normal circumstances.

"It's different. Some stores may not provide related services-" William interrupted Sirius and nodded towards Harry.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry finally understood that something was wrong, so he readily agreed, put on his coat and walked out the door.

Sirius also came to his senses. He hurriedly took out a large wad of bills from his pocket and stuffed them directly into Harry's hands - William wanted to stare at him. How could he give money to a child like this?

However, Harry was so flustered that he didn't realize how much it was, so he opened the door absentmindedly and left.

Guessing that Harry had walked away, William shrugged towards Sirius and sat on the chair.

"Okay, I have to take back what I said before, Mr. Black, you really have no talent in cooking..."

He pressed his forehead with his hand, "We have to think of other ways. It's impossible to hire a chef, and the secrecy law certainly doesn't allow it. You have to find a house elf - although we don't know whether pure-blood families maintain

The number of your own servants, but I think this is far less difficult for you than other wizarding families."

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‘What are they arguing about? They were fine yesterday.’

Harry was walking on the road. Although his pocket contained wealth that he had never imagined, he had no intention of enjoying that happiness now.

'Is it because of cooking? In fact, I can also help... at least I can make soup. I am often responsible for taking care of the soup pot at the Dursley's house...'

But the boy's sorrow came and went just as quickly - although the professor and his godfather may have quarreled, the great joy of living with his godfather prevented him from being sentimental at all. When he thought of the beautiful life in the future, happiness continued to flow from him.

It came to his mind, tearing the unpleasantness to pieces.

Therefore, it didn't take long for him to realize how wealthy he was now.

In Hogwarts, he often found that there was a huge difference between himself and those children from wizarding families. His thoughts were the closest to those of Hermione. Although they were both trying to adapt to wizarding society, many people in the Muggle world

One year of life still left a deep mark on them.

Even though he had a pile of gold in Gringotts, Harry never equated it with property in the Muggle world - he had enough pocket money at Hogwarts, but in the Muggle world, he didn't even have a decent meal.
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