Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Ye Feng hadn't forgotten that this world contained curses, so he couldn't leave his hair lying around. However, the fact that this sword could cut off the strands of hair he had chopped off so easily, achieving the effect of cutting a hair in two, was indeed a bit beyond Ye Feng's expectations.

"What a fine sword. It's no wonder it was once the sword of the founder of Gryffindor. I just wonder if it will be easy to use later." Muttering to himself, Ye Feng picked up the sword, turned around, and walked away. He quickly returned to the lakeside.

Shortly after Ye Feng left, Dumbledore suddenly appeared in his office. He glanced at the Sorting Hat, who had returned to normal as if nothing had happened, and murmured, "Could the prophecy have been wrong? I didn't expect this little guy to pull out the Holy Sword so easily."

"It seems I underestimated this little guy a bit. But how did he know the Holy Sword was in the Sorting Hat? And what does he want to do with the Holy Sword?" With a hint of curiosity, Dumbledore followed the path Ye Feng had just taken.

The Gryffindor sword could be said to be related to prophecy and even the future of the wizarding world, but this was ultimately within Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and as long as he was still in the school, Dumbledore was confident that nothing unexpected would happen, so he did not travel very fast.

However, when he leisurely followed Ye Feng to the lakeside and saw what Ye Feng was doing with the Holy Sword, he really wanted to slap his past self, because Ye Feng... was actually using the Gryffindor Holy Sword to kill fish!!!

That's Gryffindor's holy sword! It was once the sword of one of the four founders of Hogwarts. You could say that this sword is a treasure among the most prized in the entire wizarding world. Even Voldemort, who struck fear into the hearts of wizards, searched for it for an unknown amount of time.

But this very treasure, coveted by countless people, was being used by Ye Feng to kill a fish with one hand. Judging from Ye Feng's skillful movements, he must have been using it for quite some time and was already very familiar with it.

"Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng, who had already bled out the two-meter-long fish, cut off its head, and discarded the unusable internal organs, was breaking down the fish meat when he heard this angry shout. He trembled violently because he was all too familiar with that voice; he had heard it every day for the past few days.

"Oh no~ we're doomed."

Upon hearing the voice, Ye Feng paused for a moment, then casually put the Gryffindor sword into his spatial ring. He then turned around, flashed a bright smile, and looked at Dumbledore, saying loudly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what brings you here? Look, these are the ingredients I prepared for the school's dinner tonight. Look at the texture of this fish, isn't it beautiful? It will taste absolutely delicious."

Dumbledore almost laughed in anger when he heard Ye Feng's words. Moreover, he already knew Ye Feng very well, and if he continued to follow Ye Feng's lead, Ye Feng would likely dodge the conversation. Therefore, he did not respond to Ye Feng's words.

"Let's put aside the fact that you went fishing by the lake without permission again. Tell me, where did you get that sword you were holding just now?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ye Feng felt a little guilty because he already knew which sword it was when he picked it up, but he still took it out and used it because apart from the immortal sword given to him by the system sign-in, the rest of his weapons were just ordinary knives.

Those knives weren't exactly not sharp enough, but they were still lacking and not very handy. Because the fish was just too big, he thought of using that sword, which was 'possibly' a holy sword, to dissect it.

Of course, although he understood the general idea, he couldn't tell the truth, so he just made it up: "I 'found' this sword in a tattered hat. I thought it was pretty sharp, so I used it to kill fish."

"What's wrong, Headmaster Dumbledore? Is there something wrong with this sword?"

Dumbledore: "This is more than just a problem, this is a huge problem! This is Gryffindor's holy sword! And you've used it to kill fish!"

That's what he thought, but he couldn't say that to Dumbledore, so he could only shake his head and say, "There's nothing wrong with this sword, but you're only eleven years old and it's not right for you to be carrying such a dangerous weapon. Let me keep it for now. As for this fish, I'll have the house-elves come and take care of it."

Ye Feng was a little surprised to see that Dumbledore didn't make a fuss about it. When Ye Feng saw that he had spent half a day working on the big fish but had only managed to dissect a small portion of it, he decisively took out the Gryffindor Sword and handed it to Dumbledore.

Seeing Ye Feng 'completely unaware' as he handed the Holy Sword back to Dumbledore, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he smelled the strong fishy smell from the spotless blade, he instinctively frowned.

"Hiss~ I can't keep this sword. It's not that I can't put it back in the Sorting Hat, it's definitely not that I think it's too pungent, but that it needs to be moved to a safer place. That's right, it needs to be moved to a safer place."

Dumbledore left, and Ye Feng glanced at the world and felt it was about time. He and Hermione tidied up, washed their hands, and cleaned themselves of the fishy smell before heading back to the school along the path.

Chapter 29: On Whether Thirteen Spices is a Magical Drug

"First add angelica root, then three flowers... cough, the peppercorns and dried ginger need to be stir-fried first."

"Well, I just happened to bring a small wok with me. While I'm stir-frying the Sichuan peppercorns and dried ginger, I'll crush the cardamom, amomum villosum, nutmeg, and cinnamon first."

As Ye Feng murmured, he methodically processed each ingredient, which made Snape on the podium nod with satisfaction. The only drawback was that because he was sitting a bit close to the podium, the Sichuan peppercorns and dried ginger smelled a little pungent when they were being stir-fried.

A few minutes later, Ye Feng mixed the stir-fried peppercorns and chili peppers with cloves, star anise, fennel seeds, costus root, galangal, and other spices, then crushed them into a powder. Finally, he mixed it all together with the previously prepared cardamom and amomum villosum.

"It smells so good! But Ye Feng, what kind of potion did you make this time? Why is it in powder form? Is it meant to be scattered around?"

Hearing Snape's words, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, but in the end he decided to tell the truth. After all, Snape had promised him that as long as he could refine the potions he had arranged, he could tinker with others and could freely choose potions from a certain range. He couldn't just 'burn the bridge after crossing the river'.

"Professor Snape, the stuff I 'refined' is called Thirteen Spices, and it is indeed for sprinkling." Ye Feng wasn't lying; this stuff was indeed for sprinkling, but it wasn't for attacking; it was for making a seasoning.

Although the food at Hogwarts was pretty good, Ye Feng still didn't really like British food. He preferred Chinese food, so he decided to cook something special for himself.

Unfortunately, due to different dietary habits, the ingredients used for cooking are also very different. Therefore, Ye Feng had to prepare various seasonings before cooking himself, which led to the scene of making Thirteen Spices in the Potions class.

At this moment, Snape was still unaware of anything. After all, if you weren't told it was a seasoning, who could immediately guess its purpose from the name "Thirteen Spices"? Snape was like that, which is why he even made me think that he had created a completely new potion.

then…

"Oh? A brand new potion? Can you tell me what this potion does?"

Ye Feng: emmmm…

"Removes the gamey smell, enhances flavor, adds freshness, and adds fragrance?" Ye Feng was a little hesitant when he mentioned the effects of Thirteen Spices, since it was clear that these effects were not something that a proper magic potion could produce.

Snape: ∑(?△｀)？ !

"What function? Can you... say it again?" Snape was full of questions when he heard Ye Feng mention the function.

"It removes the gamey smell, enhances the flavor, adds freshness and aroma, and is especially suitable for marinating mutton. I strongly recommend that kitchen little elves add a little when cooking mutton or other meats with a gamey smell."

"Gulu~"

Ron, sitting on Ye Feng's other side, couldn't help but swallow hard as he watched Snape's face darken instantly after Ye Feng finished speaking. He also instinctively shrank closer to Harry, away from Ye Feng.

Although he admitted that the seasonings Ye Feng used made the food very delicious, and he was already salivating just hearing about the effects of the so-called Thirteen Spices, he was afraid that Ye Feng would splatter blood all over his face in a moment, so he thought it would be better to stay away and remain invisible.

"Are you sure this is a potion?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Snape's tone was already quite dangerous, but Ye Feng still gave a very affirmative answer. After all, he couldn't just admit that it was just a kind of seasoning, could he?

Upon hearing Ye Feng's answer, Snape was so angry he laughed. Seeing Snape actually laugh, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps visibly appeared on his arms.

"Very good, very good!"

"Then tell me, why is your so-called Thirteen Spices called a magic potion? As a friendly reminder, if you can convince me or refute me, I will not only not blame you, but I will also give Gryffindor ten points, and you can continue to make this kind of 'magic potion' in my class in the future."

"But if you can't convince me..."

Snape didn't finish his sentence, but judging from his expression, if Ye Feng really couldn't convince him or couldn't find a reason to refute him, then he might be in for a world of hurt.

Although Ye Feng felt that he might not be able to escape his fate this time, he still wanted to try one more time. So he took a deep breath and asked, "Professor Snape, what is your definition of potions?"

Snape wasn't quite sure why Ye Feng would ask that, but he still answered truthfully: "Potions are elixirs made by brewing various magical materials to produce a certain unique effect (Note: Elixirs are not only water-soluble elixirs, but also powders, pills, ointments, etc. can all be collectively called elixirs)."

Upon hearing Snape's answer, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Since Professor Snape said that potions are elixirs made by brewing various magical materials to produce a certain special effect, then why can't my Thirteen Spices be a potion?"

Hearing Ye Feng's question, Snape's eyes flickered slightly. He knew that the little guy in front of him had caught the loophole in his previous statement, so he directly added, "Potions need to exert their magical effects, whether for combat or healing, but your Thirteen Spices only removes the fishy smell from meat and is used as a seasoning."

"Mr. Ye Feng, how can a seasoning be called a magic potion? Even if its effect of removing fishy and muttony smells is indeed very strong, it is still just a seasoning and not a real magic potion."

"No, no, Professor Snape, you can't deny that it's a potion just because he can be used as a condiment."

"Why can't Thirteen Spices be a magic potion? All the ingredients used in it were selected from the ones you provided, and I also used magic to guide it during the 'refining' process. When it takes effect, magic is indeed involved. Its ability to remove fishy smells is effective even on magical creatures."

"Whether from the process of 'refining' or the process of exerting its effects, Thirteen Spices fits Professor Snape's definition of a potion. Therefore, Professor Snape, I believe that the Thirteen Spices I made is a potion, only I used it as a seasoning."

"You can't deny that this potion called Thirteen Spices is a potion just because I used it as a seasoning. That's not right."

Snape: ( ￣┏＿┓￣)

Although speechless, Snape had to admit that Ye Feng's ability to argue was indeed very strong. And to be honest, even though he knew clearly that there was something wrong with his rebuttal, he was still somewhat hesitant because of this set of arguments.

In the end, Snape, who was not good at speaking and even less good at arguing, had to admit Ye Feng's rebuttal and acknowledge that the Thirteen Spices he 'refined' was a type of potion. After obtaining Ye Feng's consent, he carefully copied the recipe into the Potions Recipe Book.

Although it was just an ordinary debate, its outcome had a profound impact on potion science, because after that, the restrictions on the types of potions were lifted, and a large number of new potions emerged in a short period of time, among which Ye Feng was the best.

Of course, during this process, Ye Feng also successfully got the school to add several rules, such as not being allowed to bring a pill furnace larger than 50 centimeters into the potion classroom to refine pills, and not being allowed to brew hot pot base in the potion classroom, especially spicy hot pot base.

Chapter 30 A wand can do the trick

The news that Ye Feng had defeated Snape spread like wildfire throughout the entire house. When Cho Chang, a member of Ravenclaw, heard the news, she was overjoyed, as her 'brother' was so outstanding that she, as his older sister, was naturally proud of him.

However, when she heard Ye Feng and Professor Snape debating whether Thirteen Spices was a potion, she almost choked on her own saliva.

Others might not know what Thirteen Spices is, but she certainly does. After all, it appeared as early as the Northern Song Dynasty, and many different recipes were developed afterward, so she knows about this famous seasoning.

However, even though she knew, she couldn't tell anyone. After all, he was her younger brother, and she couldn't expose his secrets.

"Sigh, this guy is usually quite well-behaved at home. I didn't expect him to become so naughty after coming to school. It must be those guys from Gryphon who corrupted my little brother."

Fortunately, Zhang Qiu spoke from the heart. If he had said it out loud and it had reached Gryffindor, Harry and the others would have complained. Ye Feng didn't need to be taught, or rather, he was the kind of person who was always stirring up trouble. You could say that he was the most troublesome person in the entire Gryffindor.

Ye Feng was unaware that Cho Chang of Ravenclaw was extremely pleased to hear that he had defeated Snape. After all, although they were in the same school, they were in different years and houses, so it would be difficult to run into each other without actively seeking each other out.

Moreover, Cho Chang is a Ravenclaw, and Ravenclaws are all studious high achievers who love learning; they wouldn't run around like that.

Fortunately, Ye Feng had not forgotten his 'older sister'.

After successfully creating the Thirteen Spices, Ye Feng didn't just keep it for himself. He immediately went to the kitchen to try it out and found that it was quite effective at removing fishy smells and enhancing aroma. He then used the seasonings he had made over the past few days to cook a big meal.

When Harry and the others saw the dishes Ye Feng brought out—dishes made by the house-elves of the school, and even dishes that were quite different from the ones Ye Feng had brought out before, but tasted more tempting and looked better—even Hermione, who was usually very rational, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Ye Feng, I love you to death!!!" Ron, whose appetite had already been whetted during Snape's Potions class, was the first to resist. He cheered and pounced on the dishes Ye Feng had placed on the table, but the next second he let out a howl and pulled his hand back.

"How many times have I told you? If you want to eat my food, you can't be in a hurry, and you can't just grab it with your hands. Sit down properly."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Ron awkwardly touched the back of his slightly reddened hand, but for the sake of the delicious food in front of him, he obediently sat back down and picked up the knife and fork in front of him. However, he was stunned the next second because he found that the knife and fork that he used to be so good at now seemed to be no longer useful.

Watching Ron clumsily use a fork to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, Ye Feng almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. That thing was sweet and sour pork rib! Although it was coated with a layer of batter and looked like a piece of boneless meat, it was definitely a rib. So trying to pick it up with a fork was no different from trying to pick up a stone with a fork.

Seeing Ron's anxious expression as he wanted to eat but couldn't pick it up with his fork, Ye Feng didn't remind him. Instead, he nodded to Hermione and Harry, then pulled Neville, who was sitting on Ron's other side swallowing his saliva, over to sit in his seat before turning and walking towards Ravenclaw.

Although Hogwarts' dining halls do not explicitly divide the area into areas for each house, people from the same house will generally sit together to eat due to personality or habit, and there is rarely, if ever, any mixing of people.

Therefore, when Ye Feng left the Gryffindor dining area and walked towards the Ravenclaw dining area, not only Harry and the others put down their knives and forks and looked at him with puzzled expressions, but students from other houses also stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

Ye Feng didn't care at all about the stares of the crowd. He continued to walk steadily forward and finally stopped next to a girl who was about the same age as him, with delicate features and the same skin color as him.

Everyone else stopped, and Zhang Qiu was no exception. When she saw Ye Feng walking towards her, she knew that he must be coming to find her. However, the fact that Ye Feng came to find her at this time made her heart pound.

Although her heart was pounding with nervousness, Zhang Qiu remained composed. She asked softly, "Why did you come here? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hearing Zhang Qiu's words, Ye Feng would be lying if he said he wasn't moved. After all, he had never enjoyed his sister's care in either this life or the previous one. So when Zhang Qiu saw him coming, her first thought was whether he needed her help in any way. Ye Feng was quite touched.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qiu guessed wrong. Ye Feng couldn't think of anything he needed help with at Hogwarts. The reason he came to her at this time was naturally because he had prepared a sumptuous dinner to share with her.

Therefore, Ye Feng shook his head and looked at the girl next to Zhang Qiu whose looks could be rated 90 points, but whose figure could only be rated 70 points (nonsense, she's not some Douluo Continent, what kind of figure could a twelve-year-old girl have). He said very gentlemanly, "This beautiful lady, would you please sit a little to the side?"

Ye Feng's name was well-known at Hogwarts, and girls in Europe and America tend to be more mature, both physically and mentally. Therefore, when Ye Feng said those words, the girl was not angry at all. Instead, she moved to the side excitedly, her desire to see gossip and watch the excitement was clearly written on her face.

In fact, it wasn't just this girl; everyone else looking this way had the same mentality. Even Dumbledore, who was sitting at the top of the table, had a slight upturn on his lips, adopting a spectator's attitude. The only one who was different was Hermione, who was sitting in the Gryffindor dining area.

Although Hermione still wore a look of amusement on her face, a closer look revealed that her smile was slightly forced, and her small hands under the table were clenched together in a tangled mess, with her fingertips turning white from the force.

Amidst the intense attention, Ye Feng swept away the food in front of Zhang Qiu with a wave of his hand, and then released a large pile of steaming, fragrant dishes from his spatial ring with another wave of his hand.

"I made this myself, I don't know if it will suit your taste."

"oh!!!"

Ye Feng's words caused a stir in the entire restaurant. The girls looked at Zhang Qiu with envy, especially the girls from Gryffindor, some of whom had not only smelled the aroma of Ye Feng's food but had also had the privilege of tasting it.