Chapter 205 Special Banquet

Abbott saw that Mike had been reading the newspaper for a long time, so he patted Mike on the shoulder and joked:

"What's wrong? Do you like to see others praise you so much?"

"No, it's just that it's my first time in the newspaper, and I feel a little special."

Mike quickly put down the newspaper in his hand and responded with a smile.

Although his face was still smiling, Mike's heart was not so calm.

If he guessed correctly, this photo would probably bring up the plot of the next school year.

"Okay, since everyone is here, let's go to the restaurant quickly." Mario looked at the wall clock in the hall and said, "This time I specially prepared the side meat of the Romanian Ceratops!"

As soon as he said this, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up and he stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

Mike was confused. He didn't know what side meat was, but he knew that the Romanian Ceratops was a large fire dragon native to Romania. They have black and green scales and long horns that sparkle with golden light. When hunting, they will use the long horns to kill their prey before eating.

The horns of this fire dragon have extremely high medicinal value. After being ground into powder, they can be used as the formula for many rare magic potions. In the international market, its horns are classified as Class B products (extremely rare). It is also for this reason that the Romanian horned dragons were almost slaughtered.

Now Romania, the origin of the Romanian horned dragon, has become the most important fire dragon protection area in the world. Wizards from all over the world study the Romanian horned dragon there and raise it intensively. It is precisely because of the efforts of these wizards that the Romanian horned dragon has not become extinct.

At this time, Abbott on the side appeared again, like a worm in Mike's stomach, and explained to Mike the concept of Romanian horned dragon and flank meat.

However, due to the conflict between Muggle common sense and wizard common sense, Mike took a long time to understand what flank meat is.

It turns out that flank meat, as the name suggests, is the meat on the side of the dragon, but not all the meat on the side can be called flank meat. If you have to describe it, flank meat is equivalent to fillet in beef, a kind of loin meat on the upper loin of dragons.

While Abbott and Mike were explaining, everyone did not stop and arrived in the restaurant in a short while.

When everyone came to the long table in the middle of the restaurant and sat down, an old wizard in butler's clothes led several young people in butler's clothes to serve the dishes.

If Mike remembered correctly, this was the first time he saw servants and butlers in Abbot's house, so he asked:

"Uncle Mario, do you have a butler in your family?"

"Of course, after all, the Flitwick family is a family that has been passed down for thousands of years." Uncle Mario laughed and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Pero, the head butler of our Flitwick family, and those young people are Pero's grandsons."

"Hello, distinguished guests!"

The old man in butler's clothes named Pero bowed to Mike and Professor Flitwick and said hello after Uncle Mario finished speaking, and Mike and Flitwick immediately replied hello.

After both parties finished greeting each other, Uncle Mario continued, "Pero's family has been the butlers and servants of our Fly family for generations, but now the times are different. The number of wizards is declining, so I let the talented children go to the Fly family's industry, and the remaining untalented ones stay in the manor to work. In addition, those house elves don't like to appear in front of guests, so it's normal that you haven't seen them."

Although Mario's words were more obscure, Mike still understood what he meant.

The so-called talent should refer to magical talent, which means that the human butlers and servants who are now staying in the Fly Manor should be some duds without magical talent.

Mike couldn't help but be slightly moved. Because wizards can use magic, their work efficiency is several times that of ordinary people. Just look at Filch and you will know that things like cleaning the corridors can be done by a few people, but he has to work hard for half a day. To be honest, in terms of housework, a house elf is comparable to dozens of ordinary people.

Uncle Mario's arrangement was completely out of pity for the Squibs. Squibs don't know magic, so they can't integrate into the wizarding world. But since they have lived in the wizarding world since they were young, they can't integrate into the Muggle world. If Uncle Mario hadn't raised them, they would have starved to death sooner or later.

"But Pero, your clan is still fertile!" Uncle Mario said with emotion, "Unlike us, we pursued pure blood too much in the past, always married in small circles, resulting in a significant decline in fertility. In this generation, there are only Abbott and Ellen, a pair of children." As

soon as these words came out, Mike, who was still lamenting the fate of the Squibs, opened his eyes wide and looked at Abbott sitting next to him in shock, as if he had a look of "You actually have a sister?"

Abbott did not disappoint Mike, and explained with an awkward smile: "Ellen is the same age as you. She goes to school in Beauxbatons, France, so you haven't seen her. They will have a few days later for summer vacation. You should be able to see her when you come over in a few days."

Mike suddenly realized.

By this time, the dishes were almost ready. Since they had been to the Ministry of Magic before, they had lunch a little late. Mike and Abbott were already hungry. However, since the dishes served at this time were all ordinary Muggle dishes, they only ate a little, leaving room for the finale.

Everyone was talking and laughing while eating lunch. Finally, the long-awaited Romanian horned dragon flank was served.

A few young men in butler uniforms carried four huge porcelain plates in front of Mike and others. Each of these round plates had a diameter of about 1 meter. It might be because the plates were too thick, so these plates needed two people to carry them. Mike also noticed that they were sweating profusely when they carried the plates to the table in front of Mike.

Seeing this, Mike was more certain of his previous judgment. These people were indeed squibs. Any wizard would have used the levitation spell long ago.

Pulling his attention back to the giant plate in front of him, Mike saw a large dragon steak neatly placed on the plate, with a layer of dark brown sauce on it, exuding a rich aroma. In the empty space on the plate, there were a few pieces of broccoli as decoration.

Just as Mike was carefully observing the dragon steak, four girls who looked a bit like old Pero brought four bowls of cream of mushroom soup in front of them.

However, with the dragon steak in front of them, Mike and others had no time to drink the soup first. After Uncle Mario, the host, took the initiative to use the knife and fork, Mike and others immediately started fighting.

Holding the knife and fork, he cut off a corner of the dragon steak and put it into his mouth. Immediately, a strong aroma of sauce filled Mike's mouth. After chewing for a while, the taste of the sauce gradually dissipated, and a meaty smell that was a bit similar to venison but countless times more delicious than venison gushed out. It was so delicious that Mike closed his eyes.

What amazed Mike the most was the texture of the meat. Although it didn't melt in the mouth, it didn't make him feel hard to bite. It was a very moderate texture.

Mike opened his eyes and looked at the cut on the dragon steak. He found that the dragon steak was well-done. He nodded slightly and started eating again. In order to eat it to his heart's content, Mike even cut a lot of small pieces of dragon meat at once before eating.

Mike had eaten a lot of steaks in his previous life, from low-end roadside fast food to high-end restaurants that cost thousands of dollars a piece.

Some people who have never eaten steak or have only eaten low-end steaks may think that well-done steaks are not delicious at all, and ordering well-done steaks in a restaurant will be considered unprofessional.

But in fact, the degree of doneness of steaks only represents different tastes.

The reason why they feel that well-done steaks are not delicious and tender enough is simply because the steaks they eat are not of high quality and the chefs are not professional enough.

In fact, the well-done steaks of the top quality are not worse than those of other degrees of doneness.

Mike had not fully grown up after all. After eating a lot of pork chops in front of him, he felt full, so he decided to take a short break.

At this time, his eyes fell on the cream of mushroom soup beside him.

Mike, who was a little thirsty, leaned over and took a big sip. But the moment the milky white soup entered his mouth, the expression on Mike's face became extremely intoxicated.

Fresh!

The unique milky aroma of cream rushed directly to Mike's head with an extreme salty and fresh taste, causing Mike's brain to go blank for a short time.

After a long time, Mike recovered and looked at the bowl of cream mushroom soup again. Seeing that the mushrooms in it seemed to be a little different from the usual mushrooms, he looked at Abbott who was chewing dragon meat and said,

"What kind of mushroom is this? It's so delicious!"

"This is the foot of the walking mushroom." Abbott finally swallowed the dragon meat in his mouth and explained, "The walking mushroom is named after the meaning of a kind of mushroom that can walk. It is not strong but tastes very good, so there are no wild walking mushrooms. What you are eating now is cultivated by the Hunter family. The foot of the walking mushroom is the most delicious part of the whole walking mushroom."

After saying that, Abbott continued to fight with the giant dragon steak, and Mike nodded and drank this special bowl of cream mushroom soup again.

Suddenly, the huge restaurant became quiet, leaving only the sound of everyone chewing and swallowing.

It was not until half an hour later that Flitwick and others stopped, and at this moment, there were still a lot of dragon steaks left in front of everyone.

Although it was a bit wasteful, Uncle Mario still had the dragon meat removed. After all, although the food was good, it was not so good that people would eat it even if they were full.

At this time, the servants cleaned up the long table and brought some snacks and tea. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they began to drink tea and chat.

Uncle Mario and Professor Flitwick talked most about their experiences when they were studying at Hogwarts. Obviously, Mike, a student at Hogwarts, could also join in on this topic, so the atmosphere among everyone was quite good, and no one was left out at all.

While chatting, Mike suddenly thought of something, so he asked:

"By the way, Uncle Mario, Professor Flitwick. Do you know a swordsman who is good at using European longswords? I want to learn how to use longswords."

"Why did you suddenly think of using a sword?"

Professor Flitwick asked in surprise.

At this time, Mike just scratched his head and said that he wanted to learn more about close combat methods and exercise his body by the way.

Originally, Mike was going to go to the Muggle world to find a fencing coach to teach him how to practice swordplay, because although the European longsword is considered a niche type of fencing, there are still many clubs in the UK that specialize in this, and the coaches there are also very professional. But after careful consideration, Mike gave up the idea.

Because Mike is a wizard first, and a European longsword user second, so magic is Mike's main way of fighting.

However, the Sword of Victory and Oath is a two-handed longsword. Although it can be used with one hand, the fencing coaches in the Muggle world all use two hands to hold it, which is extremely unfriendly to Mike, a wizard, because he can't release magic when using the Sword of Victory and Oath.

So Mike decided to find a fencing teacher in the wizarding world. Only a fencing teacher who is also a wizard can teach him how to use the sword and the wand in a balanced way.

Mike is not afraid that there are no wizards who are good at using longswords. After all, Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor College, owns a European longsword.

Although this sword of Gryffindor is not as good as the sword of victory and oath in Mike's hand, it is indeed a legendary silver sword.

This sword was made by goblins. It is not only extremely sharp, but also has the ability to absorb other substances to strengthen itself.

In the original book, it can be used to destroy Horcruxes because it absorbed the venom of the basilisk when Harry Potter used it to kill the basilisk.

Now this sword is hidden in the sorting hat by Dumbledore as a family heirloom of Gryffindor College. It is said that only a true Gryffindor can take this sword of Gryffindor out of the sorting hat.

This shows that the wizarding world has had the routine of dual cultivation of magic since ancient times, so Mike thinks that this technique should have been passed down.

Professor Flitwick did not disappoint Mike. He thought for a moment and then said to Mike:

"When I was addicted to duels, I did know a wizard who was good at using long swords, but I haven't contacted him for a long time. Let me write him a letter tonight."

"Thank you, Dean!"

Mike was overjoyed when he heard this. He had a treasure but didn't know how to use it. He had a divine weapon like the Sword of Victory and Oath, but it could only be used under specific circumstances. This made Mike so worried that his hair fell out. Now

, if the wizard that Professor Flitwick mentioned can come to teach him, then the Sword of Victory and Oath will have the hope of becoming Mike's regular combat power.