In Britain, lunch has always been the least emphasized meal.

For the vast majority of British people, the main meal of the day is actually dinner. Other than that, both lunch and afternoon tea are just snacks and refreshments.

As for breakfast, it's often combined with lunch, which is the common brunch.

As a full-time boarding school, Hogwarts, due to its curriculum schedule, provides what is, strictly speaking, more akin to the traditional Eurasian three meals a day. However, prior to this, both teachers and students understood lunch as merely a temporary sustenance—whether it was baked potatoes or sandwiches, as long as it was filling.

Naturally, lunch at Hogwarts wasn't much of a lavish and delicious feast.

If Aileen remembered correctly, it used to be nothing more than cold meats and salads (made with potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, beets, etc.), plus fried fish and chips, and various meat-filled sandwiches.

However, since Aileen took over the Hogwarts kitchen, everything has started to change.

"This is called Beef Wellington, you've definitely never had it before." Aileen cut a slice of juicy, fragrant beef and placed it on Luna's golden plate with a smile. "The edge of the beef is wrapped in mushroom sauce and ham. Try it."

"And this butter-baked snail is very fragrant." Hannah nodded, imitating her and scooping a baked snail onto Luna's plate, hesitatingly saying, "I don't know if you're used to eating it, but I really like it."

"Try this pan-fried cod. Although we occasionally make it at home, I still think Hogwarts' is the best..."

On the other side, Hermione simply handed a small dish to Luna.

"By the way, Luna, would you like some salad? I've got some Caesar salad for you..."

As the two authors of the article published in this issue of *The Quibbler*, after learning of Luna Lovegood's identity, the three girls quickly became familiar—after all, Luna had been responsible for most of the letter replies in the past week.

After a brief introduction, the girls didn't even need to think about icebreakers and chatted together very harmoniously.

Seeing this harmonious and friendly scene of her wings, Aileen was naturally very happy.

The only thing she was a little dissatisfied with was...

The Hufflepuff table was a little too enthusiastic. After learning that Luna would be joining Hogwarts next year, not only Hermione and the others but almost all the young wizards expressed extraordinary interest in Luna.

Among them, the most excited were the first-year students of Aileen's year.

After all, under normal circumstances, they would have to wait at least a year before they could experience being older students. Having a future younger student appear at the table in advance was a pleasant thing.

The most direct result of this was that in less than half a minute, Luna's plate was filled with all kinds of food, and the whole little girl was surrounded by students like a rare treasure.

"Okay, okay, that's enough... Everyone, spread out a bit."

Aileen raised her eyebrows, a hint of unhappiness appearing on her face. She stood up and opened her arms like a mother hen, driving away the increasing number of young wizards around her (mainly the chubby first-year chicks), and said in a bad tone.

"Anyway, Luna will be coming to Hogwarts every week from now on, so just go back to your seats and eat your meal. Also, if I see anyone putting food on Luna's plate again, then all the food on that plate belongs to them."

明明是她的翅膀，为什么一下子变成大家的群宠了，这样的苗头一定要提前杜绝。

These are clearly her wings, so why have they suddenly become everyone’s darling? This kind of trend must be nipped in the bud.

Faced with Aileen's "threat," the young wizards gathered around Luna looked at each other and dispersed.

Since serving as the "Potions Class Representative" and "Hogwarts Chef" for a week, Aileen's prestige in the school had gradually been established. At least at the dining tables in the Great Hall, Aileen possessed a deterrent power not inferior to that of the professors—if she wanted to, she could even directly stop the supply of dishes in a certain table area.

Of course, the one who felt this most strongly was definitely not some reckless Hufflepuff "nitpicker."

After all, occasionally enjoying the Slytherin "super spicy" dishes is also a rare life experience. Such things as house-elves "accidentally" mixing up the tomato sauce don't happen often.

You know, the greatest tragedy in life is not how much suffering you have endured, but what you have lost.

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"That girl is too petty?!"

Gellert Grindelwald glanced at the boiled potatoes in front of him and the soulless pale cabbage leaves, and turned over the beef that was also simply boiled in water with his knife and fork, a look of amusement on his face.

Not far away, Albus Dumbledore also showed an equally bitter smile.

Without a doubt, as the Hogwarts chef, Aileen could easily make retaliatory actions in the three meals a day—the most important thing was that, looking at Madam Pomfrey's raised eyebrows, it was clear that this was a combo.

Even without hearing Madam Pomfrey's conversation with Dumbledore, Grindelwald could imagine what kind of excuse Aileen used to force Dumbledore to accept this bland nutritional diet.

Grindelwald clicked his tongue and glanced at the pale young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor beside him.

"Poor thing, luckily I'm not sitting next to a healer from the school infirmary..."

Grindelwald had long expected Aileen's methods. This was just the gentlest way. In the old wizard's eyes, it was less a retaliation than a childish act of coquetry and complaint.

Well, she is worthy of being his like-minded "granddaughter" and the second generation Dark Lord seed.

In the end, she is still just a child. Even the way she is angry is so cute and full of flaws.

Grindelwald shook his head with a smile and casually pushed the food in front of him aside.

Then...

He saw the old wizard naturally reach out, picked up the plate of rich Hungarian ham and potatoes in front of Professor Quirrell, who was sitting next to him, and placed it in front of himself.

"Professor Quirrell, let's switch."

Grindelwald said calmly, as casually as asking for a condiment dish.

Quirinus Quirrell blinked his eyes and looked at the replaced dishes in confusion.

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