After all, as a Hufflepuff, you will never miss mealtime, so most of the little badgers have already gone to the Hogwarts Great Hall to eat.

"What's going on? Why are you so mysterious?"

Cedric asked curiously once they reached the common room.

But Wentworth did not answer Cedric directly. Instead, he said, "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon!"

Then, without waiting for Cedric to answer, Wentworth ran out of the Hufflepuff common room on his own.

So Cedric could only wait there helplessly, alone.

Just when Cedric suspected that Wentworth was lost in Hogwarts and was about to go out to look for him, Wentworth finally came back. Not only that, Wentworth was followed by several house-elves, holding many things in their hands.

"Okay, put this big basin here, and put the charcoal in the basin, thank you very much. Just put these things on the side."

Cedric stared at Wentworth in amazement as he directed the house-elves to place various items next to him one by one. Only then did Cedric realize that what the house-elves had been holding in their hands were all food ingredients.

"Wentworth, what are you doing?"

Cedric couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'd like to invite you to eat something you've never eaten before. I learned it from Muggles!"

After Wentworth finished speaking, he hurried back to his dormitory. Then, Cedric saw Wentworth coming out with a crucible in his arms. He placed the crucible on the charcoal and added water.

"Could you please light the charcoal for me?"

Wentworth said to the house-elf who was also watching with wide eyes and curiosity.

One of the house-elves snapped his fingers, and the charcoal burst into flames.

Then, Wentworth buried his head and got busy again. He added various strange things into small bowls from time to time, stirring them from time to time.

"You want to make me a potion?"

Cedric looked at the busy Wentworth and couldn't help but wonder.

"Potions? No, in the muggle world, it's called hot pot!"

Wentworth answered without looking up, and from time to time he put some things like mushrooms into the crucible one by one.

Soon, the water in the crucible began to boil. At the same time, Wentworth finally stopped working, turned around, and placed four small bowls in front of Cedric one by one.

"This is called hot pot, which is to put various ingredients into boiling water. Of course, this is not ordinary boiling water. I added a lot of things to it. In the Muggle world, this is generally called the bottom of the pot."

"Then, you can choose some of your favorite ingredients, cook them in the pot, dip them in some special seasonings, and take a bite. It will definitely give you a full sense of satisfaction!"

Seeing that Cedric still looked confused, Wentworth didn't care. He pointed to the four small bowls in front of Cedric and said, "I prepared four kinds of dipping sauces, including sesame sauce, chili sauce, oil sauce and seafood sauce. Which one do you like?"

Cedric thought for a moment, pointed at the bright red seasoning and said, "Then let's go with chili. I like the hot and spicy feeling."

Wentworth curled his lips and handed the chili seasoning to Cedric, muttering:

"Sesame sauce and hot pot are the perfect match, anything else is heresy!"

Then Wentworth took out a plate full of meat rolls from behind him, put the rolls into the crucible and stirred them gently.

At this moment, a Hogwarts house elf came forward and said, "Gentlemen, would you like something to drink? How about sherry juice soda?"

Soon, the cauldron, which had calmed down after the meat was added, began to boil again. Wentworth and Cedric quickly took out the meat and placed it on the plates in front of them.

"cheers!"

The two cheered and took a sip of the sherbet drink prepared by the house-elf. As for the butterbeer, it was politely rejected by the house-elf because Hogwarts prohibited students from drinking alcohol.

Cedric seemed a little reluctant at first, looking at the meat cooked in a cauldron on his plate.

"Don't worry, this cauldron is new. I haven't used it yet! Try it now. Oh, and remember to help me clean the cauldron with a cleaning spell. I don't know how to use it yet."

Perhaps because he didn't want to refuse Wentworth's invitation, or perhaps because he couldn't bear the temptation of Wentworth's hearty meal, Cedric closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and finally put the piece of meat into his mouth.

Then, Cedric opened his eyes wide with light in them.

"Hey, leave some for me!"

Seeing Cedric taking away all the meat slices in the crucible in one go, Wentworth said with pretended dissatisfaction.

"Is there more? No, put some more in!"

Cedric spoke indistinctly with his mouth full of meat.

Seeing this, Wentworth smiled and took out some other ingredients from behind him.

Cedric looked at Wentworth in surprise, picked up a gray thing that looked like a rag, put it into the boiling crucible, and quickly took it out. After going back and forth several times, he dipped it in the seasoning and put it into his mouth.

"What are you eating? And you need to hold a ceremony?"

Wentworth replied with a satisfied look on his face, "This is a mysterious ritual I learned from the mysterious East. It can make the ingredients more delicious."

Cedric nodded as if he understood, and imitated Wentworth's movements, picking up a piece, and after chewing it up and down, put it in his mouth.

"Hiss! Is this something Muggles eat? It's so delicious!"

Cedric was surprised, but he picked up another piece without stopping and put it into the crucible.

"Don't eat meat all the time. Eat some vegetables to get rid of the greasiness."

Wentworth advised from the side.

"If you feel it's greasy, you can eat more vegetables. Give me the meat. I'm not afraid of greasy food."

Cedric said without looking up.

Hearing Cedric's answer, Wentworth looked at him in shock. He didn't expect that such shameless words would come out of Cedric's mouth.

In his previous life, Wentworth always had a question. Cedric, as the champion of Hogwarts selected by the college cup, was the best student in Hogwarts at that time, except for Harry Potter who was shrouded in the halo of the protagonist. He was a well-deserved academic master.

No matter how you look at it, Cedric is more suitable for Ravenclaw, so why was he sorted into Hufflepuff?

Now seeing Cedric eating heartily, Wentworth couldn't help but sigh, there are only wrong rooms in Hogwarts, but no wrong students.

(End of this chapter)