Seeing the Headmaster stand up, many freshmen from Muggle families couldn't help but tremble.
Fortunately, the Headmaster of this magic school did not behave like the Headmasters of Muggle schools and didn't bother them with a boring speech. Headmaster Dumbledore's new semester speech was so short that it could hardly be called speech.
"Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! I would like to say a few words before the banquet begins"
"That is: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!! Thank you and enjoy your meal!" He sat back down.
"I feel like Professor Dumbledore is a weird person!" Daphne did not understand the meaning of Dumbledore's words. She couldn't help but want to complain to Rhys about this weird old man.
"Yeah." Rhys nodded. He was about to say something but was dazzled by the sumptuous dishes that suddenly appeared in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the plate in front of him was filled with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, Carrots, gravy, ketchup, even peppermint hard candies that didn't fit in with the rest of the food.
Even Salazar Slytherin, who paid attention to pomp and luxury, rarely holds such a grand banquet.
The various spices introduced to Europe over the millennia made these dishes even more delicious than the dinners of the Slytherin era.
Rhys was even a little dazed for a moment.
"Is this the financial strength of Hogwarts?" He couldn't help but be impressed by the richness of Hogwarts again, and he felt happy at the same time. He felt as if the fruit trees planted in the past were full of fruits.
"Of course, and this is normal." A senior sitting diagonally across from Rhys heard Rhys's sigh and couldn't help but show off to him, "In the future, you can eat ingredients like this every day - sooner or later you will start to feel bored by it. It's boring because the school only cooks British food most of the time."
As he spoke, he made a face, causing a burst of laughter.
Everyone knows the gold content of British cuisine, which is something only rare for old antiques like Rhys who only enjoyed it a thousand years ago.
"What a pity. The kitchen only knows how to cook these." The senior smacked his lips, looking extremely regretful.
"I will write to my father to respond. My father is one of the board members of 'the school directors'. His words have some weight. He will definitely make the kitchen cook more dishes from the US or add some Indian spices." Malfoy wanted to boast, The word ' board member of School Directors' was emphasized, and he secretly observed Rhys's reaction - he wanted to see the annoyance and fear on the guy's face.
Draco thought in his heart that if Rhys sincerely apologized to him, as the heir of the Malfoy family, he would certainly forgive him generously and give him a chance to follow him. Talent is rare, and a wizard like Rhys is qualified to stand behind him, provided that he is at least a half-blood.
However, Rhys didn't seem to hear what he said at all. At this time, he was concentrating on destroying the roast beef brisket in front of him. Draco Malfoy felt as if he had been punched in the air.
Rhys had good hearing, so he naturally heard what Malfoy said, but he didn't take it to heart at all.
School directors? What's the work of the school directors? This position was originally established to raise operating funds for the school. What's the point of being proud of a position like taking advantage of others?
Little guy, you don't really think that a talking wallet can interfere with the running of Hogwarts, do you?
What Rhys doesn't know is that with the development of the school, the interference of the school directors in the operation of the school is indeed increasing day by day. The current school board is not the human flesh and blood bag of a thousand years ago. Today's school's board of directors theoretically has the power to suspend the Headmaster, but no one has ever tried this.
By the time everyone had stuffed their stomachs with a large pile of potatoes, roast meat, and sausages, the rest of the food on the plates disappeared, and the plates, cutlery, and forks were once again as shiny as ever.
After a while, various flavors of ice cream, pudding, pie, chocolate sponge cake, fried jam donuts, and other desserts filled the table.
Rhys took a little of each, and the conversation naturally turned to their families.
"My name is Daphne, Daphne Greengrass, and my father is Jamison Henry Greengrass." Daphne introduced herself to the people around her while cutting the pudding in front of her in an elegant manner. At this moment, she is as graceful as a swan and as proud as a peacock.
Greengrass!
As soon as this family name came out, the eyes directed toward this place instantly became a little more awe-inspiring.
This is one of the oldest families in the wizarding world.
It has been prosperous for thousands of years, longer than the history of Hogwarts. Even in Slytherin House, where there are many purebloods, the Greengrass family's bloodline is superior, and they are pure blood among purebloods.
After all, the fortune histories of many "pure-blood" families don't stand up to scrutiny...
"Freshmen, you...?" The senior who complained about the kitchen before looked at Rhys, who was sitting next to Daphne and was concentrating on destroying desserts.
(A/N: Mofo he is the one and only Salazar Slytherin! )
After knowing that it was the daughter of the Greengrass family, Rhys sitting next to Daphne was a bit of an eyesore.
"Me?" Rhys raised his head, slightly confused. The reason for his confusion is simple. He is indeed a pure-blood, but his real last name is "Slytherin", which makes him a black-blooded existence.
"Rhys is also a pure-blood wizard. He sold two very rare magic items to my father before. My father said that they can only be found in wizard families that have been passed down for a long time." Daphne knew the secrets of the Slytherin House's Tradition, so she took the initiative to save Rhys.
is that so?
The surrounding Slytherins were quite surprised. They thought about it in their minds for a long time, but could not find any trace of the family named Lint. But with Daphne's endorsement, they could only believe that the Lint family was a low-key, reclusive family, maybe from some remote place...?
"What props? I'll go back and ask my dad. Maybe I have one at home." Malfoy, who was sitting not far away, poked his head out. He was determined to do something.
He didn't believe that Rhys could take out any precious magic props. Since Daphne mentioned it, he would break the casserole and ask to see what kind of treasure it was that could make the head of the Greengrass family praise it so much.
However, the words "It can only be found in wizard families that have been passed down for a long time" really aroused his vanity. If his own treasure house happened to have it, wouldn't it be a huge gain in the face?
"Removing evil spirits and calming candles." Seeing that everyone seemed to be very interested in this topic, Daphne briefly described the names and functions of the two props.
After listening to Daphne's words, Malfoy's brows knitted together: he had never even heard of these two things.
"So Master Malfoy, do you have these two things in your family's storehouse? My little sister has been sick since she was a child and needs these two magic items to relieve her pain. If you have any in store, I hope you can part with her."
Malfoy's face gradually turned red like a crab on a steamer. He took a deep breath, and in the end, he could only hold out one sentence: I'll write and ask my father.
After that, he concentrated on his dessert.
He didn't finish the piece of cake on his plate until the dessert was removed.
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