Log In to The Old Man Ring At Hogwarts at the Start

"Sir, Meimei is very happy to serve you. What do you need?"

Perhaps it was Zicomo's mind, he always felt that this house elf who had been in the East was more pleasing to the eye.

"I heard that you can cook oriental food, can you cook it for breakfast?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then here's a serving of soy milk steamed buns and fried dough sticks. By the way, you can also help me deal with these four legs. Try steaming with minced garlic vermicelli."

Zicomo took out four spider legs and handed them to Meimei.

"Okay sir! It's a pleasure to serve you. Please wait in the restaurant, Meimei will do it right away."

Arriving at the restaurant, Zicomo sat down not long before an oriental breakfast appeared in front of him.

"Cousin? You got up so early today? You didn't sleep, did you?"

The little witch's intuition is quite accurate.

Zicomo didn't answer, rolled his eyes and buried himself in the meal.

He was a little hungry after working all night.

What? You said that the avatar was busy and he didn't do anything?

Please, don't take mental labor inappropriately.

Then Hermione noticed his breakfast too.

"Cousin, is this the soy milk you made before? Did you get up early and cook by yourself?"

"No, it's made by house-elves. If you have any special requests, you can go to the kitchen and ask them."

Zicomo shook his head. It has to be said that house-elves are good at craftsmanship.

"Is this okay? Where's the kitchen? I'll go next time!"

"Just down the hall, on the stairs leading to the Hufflepuff lounge is a picture of a bowl of fruit. Just scratch one of the pears in the picture and it will giggle and turn into a green The doorknob, the Hogwarts kitchen is behind that."

"magic!"

At this point, Zicomo's spider legs are also cooked.

The spider's legs were cleaned of hair, cut in half, and topped with minced garlic vermicelli.

Mei Mei even sprinkled them with chopped green onion.

As expected of staying in the East, the practice is quite authentic.

Hermione saw four thighs of unknown creatures suddenly appear on Zicomo's table.

"What's this? Crab legs of a king crab?"

"No, it's a spider's leg."

Hermione: ? ? ?

"Can you eat this?"

"I don't know, I was going to try it."

Zicomo picked up a fork and scooped up a spoonful of meat.

The fair-skinned leg meat is filamentous, but it really resembles the leg meat of a king crab.

Watching her cousin put the so-called spider leg meat into his mouth to chew, Hermione asked curiously.

"how do you feel?"

"It's okay, it's fresh and chewy, and it's quite fragrant."

"Really? Then I'll try too."

"Huh? You're not afraid of this?"

Zicomo wondered, aren't little girls afraid of these snakes, worms, rats and ants?

"Why be afraid? It's already cooked."

Hermione she trusted her cousin's judgment.

People who can eat do not necessarily know how to cook, but those who can cook must know how to eat.

Cousin cooks so deliciously, it must not be bad for him to think it is delicious.

It just so happened that Ronald and Harry came together.

"Hey, what are you eating?"

"Delicious delicacies from mountains and seas, try it?"

Zicomo winked at Hermione, motioning her to keep quiet.

Hermione nodded knowingly.

"Yes, the high-end ingredients that my cousin got, try it?"

Harry and Ronald each took a spider leg and ate it.

"Cool! This is absolutely the best thing I've ever eaten in my life!"

"That's right, Zicomo! What the hell is this? I'll ask my mom to do it every day."

Seeing the reaction of the two, Zicomo and Hermione raised the corners of their lips slightly, and slowly told the truth.

"It's a spider's leg."

Harry: ? ? ?

Ronald: ? ? ?

The two were immediately stunned.

Harry was okay, after all, he had eaten it, not to mention that this stuff was delicious.

Ronald's reaction is bigger, this unfortunate child is naturally afraid of spiders.

Now that he heard that he had eaten the leg of a spider, he couldn't stand the stimulation and fainted.

Luckily Harry was holding him by the side, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

"Ronald! Ronald! Is he all right?" Harry looked anxiously at Zicomo.

Zicomo and Hermione couldn't stop laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Don't worry, Harry. Ronald was just so scared of spiders that he passed out."

"What now?"

"It's the weekend anyway, why don't you take him back to the dormitory and let him sleep for a while?"

"Okay, what about you guys?"

"I'm going to the library with Hermione, do you want to go with me?"

"No, no, no."

Harry shook his head repeatedly. Although he didn't hate studying, he didn't want to spend the weekend in the library either.

After Harry left, Zicomo did not go to the library, but came to the 'House of Requirement' and started their daily practice of magic.

Look at Harry again.

Not long after returning to the dormitory, Ronald woke up suddenly.

"My God! Merlin's beard! This is horrible!" Ronald gasped.

"What's so scary about this, isn't it just a spider leg?"

"No! I just dreamed that the spider leg broke my stomach and got out of it!"

After hearing Ronald's description and thinking of that scene, Harry felt a little sick.

"Okay, you don't have to describe it anymore, it was just a dream."

"Besides, don't you think Zicomo's spider legs are delicious?"

Ronald froze for a moment, recalling the taste and texture of the spider legs.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and even his fear of spiders was a little less.

At this moment, he seemed to have found the best way to overcome his fear.

…………

Time flies, and soon it will be the first flying lesson for the first-year freshman.

Honestly Zicomo is not really interested in broomsticks.

This thing is just a wooden stick, and I don't know if it will catch an egg when I sit on it.

While those anime pictures of witches sitting sideways on brooms are nice, they are for girls.

Boys will look very naughty when they sit like that.

What's more, he has a habit of cleanliness. God knows how many people have used the school's broom.

Have you wiped off the sweat on your hands?

Looking at the pile of forked brooms, Zicomo suspects they'll fall apart sooner.

Zicomo couldn't hold back, took out his wand, and fired a 'clean up' at the broom allotted to him.

Hermione caught sight of it, and handed over the broom in her hand.

The little witch has been assimilated more and more seriously by Zicomo recently, and she has learned some small habits.

Especially cleanliness, she has learned a lot.

The messy hair in the original book is now being taken care of every day.

One hair is simply tied into a single ponytail, and the whole person is a bit more capable and lively.

The plot that follows is not much different from the original.

Neville's broom fell out of control and dropped the memory ball on the grass.

Draco picked it up and sneered when he saw it.

Harry asked him to return the memory ball to Neville, which Draco didn't want to do.

The two chased after each other on broomsticks, and Draco threw the ball at the castle when he got tired of playing.

Harry grabbed the ball in the closet.

And none of that was in the sight of Professor McGonagall, so Gryffindor's youngest Seeker took over.

The whole time Zicomo just protected Neville with a levitation spell when he fell.

Although Neville was finally frightened, he still entered the infirmary.

After the plot Zicomo did not intervene.

After all, with Harry's talent, being a Seeker would be a good thing for Gryffindor.

It is worth mentioning that after returning from the infirmary, Mrs. Hooch felt that it was too dangerous to go directly to the practical class.

Pulled the remaining little wizard to a whole theory class.

Knowing that, he offered to send Neville to the infirmary before he knew it. It would be better to let him try the broom to see if it would smack eggs.

After class, Zicomo noticed Hermione frowning.

"What's wrong? Unhappy about not being able to fly?"

"No, I'm just worried about whether Harry will be punished."

Hermione shook her head.

"Don't worry, maybe it's a good thing that Harry is taken away."

"how is this possible!"

"Why not? You know what? Harry's flying skills just now were superb. He hadn't touched a flying broom before.

It's been a long time since Gryffindor won the House Quidditch Championship. I'm guessing Professor McGonagall would make an exception for Harry to join the academy team. "

Although Zicomo was right, Hermione didn't quite believe it.

Coincidentally, Harry returned to the lounge with an excited look.

"Harry, did you join the house's Quidditch team?"

Harry, who was about to tell his friends the good news, was taken aback.

"How did you know?"

"Really! My cousin guessed it."

At this time, the little witch has a little more admiration for her cousin.

"Zicomo you are amazing! How did you guess?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Your flying talent is very high, and the little wizards in the previous flying class couldn't perform the operations. Maybe it has something to do with your father."

"my father?"

"Yes, Gryffindor's trophy room. Your father's name is on the Quidditch trophy there, didn't you notice?"

Zicomo's words left Harry speechless, who would look at the names of the trophies in the trophy room one by one.

"I'll take a look, thank you for telling me the news."

Before Zicomo could answer, Harry turned and rushed out again. *