The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 30 Lily Evans

After visiting Diagon Alley, Professor Sprout intended to take Lucas back to the farm, but Lucas felt bad for troubling her for so long, so he insisted on returning on his own.

Professor Sprout cast a spell on the huge pile of things he had bought, making the large package as light as a feather and able to fly like a balloon when pulled. He also gave him a small bag of Floo Powder at his request.

"If you plan to come to Diagon Alley again on your own, please be careful," Professor Sprout repeatedly warned. "Absolutely, absolutely no risky ventures, understand? I don't want to hear that you've ended up in the school hospital before the start of the semester, or maybe even ended up in St. Mungo's."

After saying goodbye to the professor, Lucas returned to the Scottish Highlands by borrowing the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron again, but it took him quite a bit of effort to pull the large package out of the fireplace.

By the time he returned to his farm, the sun was already setting. Finley McGregor was standing on the path at the farm gate. When he saw Lucas running up with a large package, he finally put down the shepherd's whip that he had been holding for so long.

He silently snatched the large package from Lucas's hands, startled by its lightness, before scoffing, "These tricks are quite effective, aren't they?"

Lucas rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and while butchering and stewing a chicken, he excitedly shared with Finley what he had seen and heard in Diagon Alley: the Leaky Cauldron hidden in London, Diagon Alley tucked behind high walls, the magical shops, the friendly wizarding elders, and the kind and amiable Professor Sprout who had provided him with immense help…

Considering that Grandpa had already had angelica, longan, red date, lotus seed, and white fungus soup at noon, the amount of angelica in the angelica, astragalus, and goji berry chicken soup for dinner was reduced. When the steaming, fragrant chicken soup was served, Lucas finally shared his embellished account of the wonders of the magical world, and incidentally handed back the rest of the banknotes.

The experience at Gringotts Bank was arguably the only slightly unpleasant part of this Diagon Alley trip. Perhaps, as Professor Sprout said, goblin culture differs from wizarding culture, inevitably leading to some disagreements. Of course, the most fundamental reason was the policy itself.

"You have the money but you won't even replace it for us!" Although Lucas saved a lot of money, Finley wasn't happy. He glared at them. "I think they're just discriminating against ordinary people like us!"

"I'm going to write a letter complaining about them. I need to get more replacements, otherwise how will my Luca live!"

After Lucas comforted the stubborn and irritable old man, tidied up the house, and played with the sheepdog around the sheepfold a couple of times, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he finally returned to his room to sort out the day's harvest.

He hung up the brand-new sets of wizard robes, hats, and gloves, and neatly arranged the magic books on the bookshelf, while the cookbooks and recipe books, with their frayed edges, had to be moved down one floor. Then came the scales, telescope, cauldron, and crystal potion bottles wrapped in a thick cloth, carefully stored away in the toolbox.

Night had fallen, and the summer night sky over the Scottish Highlands was filled with stars, illuminating vast stretches of fields.

A gentle breeze carried the hooting of owls. Lucas stood in the center of the room, looking at these symbols of entering the magical world, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Of course, the most important thing should be this—

Under the lamplight, a honey-gold glint flashed in his hand, and Lucas stroked it with fascination.

Maple wood, Thestral tail feathers, eleven and a half inches long, fine, warm, and elastic.

This is my magic wand...

Holding it, Lucas felt as if he had pulled out his own sword from the stone. He was full of pride and excitement, and couldn't help but jump up and make a few poses that he thought were very cool, while also making aggressive noises.

I really wish I could cast a few spells right now!

He thought about what he had seen along the way, and recalled the scene of Professor Sprout waving his wand to fight the black dragon. As he thought about it, the black dragon Skye, with its ferocious face and dripping blood, seemed to reappear before his eyes.

A roar suddenly erupted as the black dragon lunged at him! He raised his wand and swung it powerfully—

Bang!

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the wand, shattering the flowerpot on the windowsill. Porcelain shards, soil, and flower branches were scattered all over the floor. Outside the window, a cat seemed to be startled and jumped up, its shadow flashing by.

Lucas was stunned. "I...I cast a spell? But I don't know any spells!"

"Luca!" Finley's anxious shout came from next door. "What's wrong? Has some monster broken in again?"

"It's alright, Grandpa! I accidentally knocked over the flowerpot! I'll clean it up right now," Lucas quickly explained.

He squatted down to clean up the messy floor and suddenly felt a little weak, as if he had just done some strenuous exercise.

This fatigue... is it from the exhaustion of casting magic? But it doesn't seem any different from the physical exertion of exercise?

Professor Sprout said that wizards possess magical power, commonly known as magic, a talent rooted in their blood. But I don't seem to feel any special power within myself...

With a series of questions in mind, Lucas quickly tidied the room, tucked his wand into his pocket, and opened the book "Theory of Magic." Professor Sprout said that "Theory of Magic" explained the basic theories, and if he wanted to preview the material, starting with it would be the best choice.

Opening the leather cover with the title printed in gold foil, a sentence on the title page catches the eye.

"Magic is the power to make your wishes come true."

Next comes the author's name, "Abed Wolfling".

Lucas noticed a neat handwriting annotation on the sentence: "Magic is the process by which a wizard turns his or her emotions and will into reality; the most important thing is the power of the 'heart'."

The power of the heart?

The beautiful handwriting below the title page reads: "Repurchased in January 1977, before the NEWT exam. Hoping for good exam results so I can successfully become a therapist at St. Mungo's."

Hmm, it seems the previous owner of this book, "Theory of Magic," bought it again to pass this "NEWT" exam and wrote extensive notes in it.

Although it's unclear what the NEWT exam specifically refers to, judging from the phrase "hoping to become a healer at St. Mungo's," this senior is at least a prospective graduate of Hogwarts.

Thinking about this, Lucas understood even more what John meant by "real gold" and "treasure".

If the previous owner of this book had also been a first-year wizard, he probably wouldn't have left behind many useful notes, but the book John picked out for me is different.

I'm so grateful to him!

My gaze continued downwards, and finally I saw the name signed by the book's owner.

"Lily Evans".