Soon, led by Headmaster Dumbledore, everyone came to the door of Hufflepuff's common room. Dumbledore had a blank expression on his face, Professor Sprout looked nervous, and Ilona was full of curiosity.

When Dumbledore opened the door to the Hufflepuff common room, a huge noise reached everyone's ears.

"Wentworth, you are such a clever fellow. How did you come up with this idea?"

"Wentworth, as a freshman of Hufflepuff this year, I would like to call you the strongest!"

"Wentworth, you said you can cook a lot of Muggle food?"

"Yes, Senior Sister, if I had known that today would be like this, I would have made dumplings!"

Hearing Wentworth's voice and listening to the conversation inside, Ilona outside the door raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Dumplings? Are they so delicious? Then do you want to come to my dormitory tonight..."

“Ahem!”

Hearing this, Dumbledore and Ilona coughed at the same time. Dumbledore glanced at Ilona, ​​turned without saying anything, and walked into the Hufflepuff common room.

When Dumbledore and the professors appeared in the Hufflepuff common room, the originally bustling room suddenly became silent.

Everyone was holding a small bowl in their hands, their mouths stuffed with meat, staring blankly in the direction of the entrance. Some of them had bulging cheeks, just like a groundhog.

"You guys, what did you do?!"

The first person to break the silence was not Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, but Snape, the Potions professor of Hogwarts.

Snape rushed to the middle of the students and watched them sitting in front of cauldrons. However, what was boiling in the cauldrons this time was not potion, but meat slices, lettuce, potatoes and other ingredients. There were no duplicates in each crucible.

Snape's eyes swept across the crucibles, his anger rising continuously, and his already gloomy face now seemed to be dripping with water.

"These crucibles are important tools for your future potion classes. For an alchemist, crucibles are the most important friends of the future! You actually use them to cook?!"

"Who came up with this idea? Tell me!"

Snape said this angrily. Although every time Snape's eyes passed over a Hufflepuff student's face, that student immediately lowered his head, but no one ever stood up and asked who was the culprit of all this.

Originally, Wentworth wanted to raise his hand. After all, although these Hufflepuff students were afraid of Snape, Wentworth knew that Snape was not a very dark person.

However, just as Wentworth was about to raise his hand, Cedric grabbed it. Wentworth looked at Cedric and saw that Cedric shook his head gently.

Although the movements were very covert, how could they be hidden from Snape? You know, Snape's fighting ability was top-notch even among the Death Eaters.

Snape turned his gaze in the direction of Wentworth, walked over slowly, and said, "If someone stands up now and admits what he did, then I will only punish him. If no one admits it, then I can only punish the entire Hufflepuff!"

However, this time he had raised less than half of his hand when his other hand was grabbed by someone. Wentworth turned around and saw that it was Hufflepuff's prefect, Cork.

Kirk's action made Snape laugh so hard.

"I don't know, Mr. Wentworth, do you have anything to say?"

This time, Snape directly mentioned Wentworth's name and asked.

"I'm sorry, Professor, this was my idea and I am willing to take full responsibility for it!"

Seeing that Wentworth admitted it without hesitation, Snape said word by word: "Well, since you admit it, then I..."

However, before Snape could finish, Cedric suddenly stood up and said, "Professor Snape, I think the responsibility for this matter lies with me. Wentworth made this hot pot for me to eat!"

Cedric's sudden appearance surprised Snape. It was the first time that Snape saw a student rushing to admit his mistake. This made Snape, who already had a gloomy face, even uglier.

What surprised him even more was what happened next. Hufflepuff's prefect, Cork, also stood up and said, "I think the responsibility for this incident lies with me. As a prefect, not only did I not stop them, I even became addicted to the hot pot... but it was so delicious! Moreover, this hot pot party was held under my command, so the responsibility for this incident lies with me!"

As Coke stood up, many Hufflepuff students stood up and surrounded Snape, claiming that they should be held responsible for the incident.

"This is my fault. We originally came here to look for Cork, but we were fascinated by the hot pot and didn't go back to report the news. That's why everyone misunderstood!"

"No, no, it's my fault. As the head girl of Hufflepuff, I shouldn't say that they eat alone. Hiss...but this smells so good!"

Snape looked at the Hufflepuff students surrounding him and couldn't help feeling dizzy. You know, normally, all the students would take a detour when they saw him! Behind him, Professor Sprout looked at the students of his own college with a look of satisfaction and pride.

Dumbledore and Ilona, ​​on the other hand, kept their eyes on Wentworth, both with puzzled expressions.

“That’s enough!”

At this time, Professor McGonagall shouted, and the Hufflepuff students surrounding Snape finally quieted down.

Professor McGonagall walked over and said, "This is outrageous. What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? If you make a mistake, you must be punished. This is a must. Do you think the school will surrender if you just stand here?"

It must be said that Professor McGonagall, as the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, was indeed very competent and outstanding. With just a few words, she rendered speechless the Hufflepuff students who had just been gaining momentum.

At this moment, Snape seemed to have just realized that he seemed to have been besieged by a group of his own students. He was so angry that he trembled all over. Just when Snape was about to speak, Professor McGonagall turned around and said, "But then again, Professor Snape, I think that the crucible is just a tool. It is for students to use. It is their right to use it how they want, whether it is to cook potions or..."

"Of course, it can't affect future teaching! So, I think a small punishment is enough, and there's no need to make a big fuss. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)