Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

"Chirp!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Little Grey became incredibly excited, because it felt that the name Ye Feng had chosen was extremely fitting, and the diary that the 'cartoon' itself, Voldemort, was residing in was practically steaming.

Although Voldemort primarily lived in the wizarding world, he was still familiar with cartoons, since they were created in the 19th century and it was already the end of the 20th century; how could he not know about them?

In other words, the little child in front of him was treating him like a toy to appease a pet!

Although he had no memory of what happened after he became Voldemort, even during his time at the academy, Tom, who was Voldemort, was a very arrogant person. So he was extremely angry, so angry that his diary started to smoke.

Ye Feng: [?_??] Hmm~

Voldemort: 0ДQ

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right. I am an animated cartoon, an animated cartoon used to amuse pets!"

With just one glance, Voldemort's anger was instantly extinguished as if he had been hit by several fire extinguishers at the same time. Ye Feng saw that the smoke was thinning and felt that leaving him here all the time was not a good idea. So he changed his mind and said, "It's smoking? Is it going to catch fire? Let's throw it away, lest it burn down."

As he spoke, Ye Feng casually grabbed the diary and threw it out the window, as if he were throwing away an insignificant piece of trash.

"Ouch~"

Ye Feng: ...

Although Ye Feng didn't see the owner groaning, the voice sounded familiar, like... the Weasley twins?

Having roughly guessed who the diary had hit, Ye Feng silently mourned for Voldemort for a second. He only hoped that those two wouldn't come up with too many bizarre ideas after discovering the diary's 'magic,' as for bewitching and controlling them...

It wasn't that Ye Feng couldn't see the fragment of mental energy that the Earth Demon had placed in his diary. The Weasley twins' mental energy might not be the strongest among the people Ye Feng knew, but their resistance to bewitchment magic was definitely the strongest. This was because the two of them were complete entertainers, and if you used bewitchment on an entertainer, they might show you what true entertainment was in the next second.

The Weasley twins love playing all sorts of pranks, so if Voldemort's mental fragment really wanted to bewitch and control them, it would likely be seen as a prank by the two of them. And they generally have two reactions to pranks.

One possibility is that it directly frightens them, in which case they will be very willing to study the matter or prop, because it will give them more experience in playing pranks; the other possibility is that it does not frighten them at all, in which case they will probably just forget about it, meaning that they are very likely to study the diary for a while and then throw it away.

...

next morning

"Dong dong dong..."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, get up! The sun's about to rise and hit your bottom!"

Dumbledore: (╬￣皿￣)

Although he was used to Ye Feng knocking on his door to wake him up every day, anyone would be a little angry if they were woken up early in the morning by knocking on the door. However, when Ye Feng pushed open the door and put a tray of things on the table, Dumbledore's anger instantly disappeared.

"Sniff sniff~"

"What is that? It smells so good!"

Without Ye Feng even calling him, Dumbledore got out of bed at the smell of the food. Seeing Ye Feng open the window and face the sun, Dumbledore naturally sat down at the table and opened the covered tray.

When the tray was covered, Dumbledore only smelled a faint fragrance. But as soon as the lid was opened, Dumbledore's mouth watered instantly, because the aroma, though not strong, was so appetizing that it flooded his nostrils.

Looking at the meat porridge glistening with oil on the tray, then at the fluffy, white 'bread' exuding the natural aroma of wheat, and then at the white…

"Wait, what's this?"

Ye Feng turned around and saw Dumbledore pointing at the bowl of snow-white, tender sweet tofu pudding.

"Oh, that's tofu pudding, made entirely by hand. You can't find it anywhere else except here."

"Of course, if you don't like sweet, I can also make savory tofu pudding. If you prefer a stronger flavor, I can also try spicy, stinky tofu flavor, snail rice noodle flavor, durian flavor, or even herring can flavor."

"Stop, stop, stop, just choose the sweet one." Although Dumbledore had never heard of the various flavors of 'tofu pudding' mentioned later, judging from Ye Feng's serious introduction, these 'flavors' of tofu pudding must be very special, so it's best to just choose the sweet one, at least it won't look scary.

Chapter 80 Ye Feng: What is cultural export?

"Gulu~"

Although the tofu pudding in front of him looked crystal clear and tender, Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and then chose to move it a little further away, because it was called tofu pudding, and who knew what kind of animal brain Ye Feng used to make it.

Dumbledore thought this and asked it aloud, slurping his steaming porridge as he asked, "What animal's brain is this 'Thief' made from? Is there an animal in the world called 'Tofu'?"

Ye Feng: ???

Upon hearing Dumbledore's 'adorable' question, Ye Feng couldn't help but break into a bright smile.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Seeing the smile on Ye Feng's face, Dumbledore knew that there must be something wrong with his question, but he didn't care. After all, although he was very knowledgeable, he couldn't know everything. So he wasn't angry when he said this, but was sincerely asking Ye Feng a question.

Of course, he was also scared, because could you believe that there was some kind of animal penis in those fragrant skewers of grilled meat? So, to avoid falling into the same trap again, Dumbledore had to find out the truth first.

It's no wonder Dumbledore asked that question, because in their eyes, Easterners really do eat everything, and not only do they eat, they can also make all sorts of things in different ways. What's most amazing is that they all taste quite good, which is why Dumbledore asked that question.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Ye Feng was taken aback for a moment before smiling and saying, "Tofu pudding isn't made with any animal brains. It's made with soybean paste, but it's called that because of its snow-white and delicate appearance."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Dumbledore turned his attention back to the bowl of tofu pudding. Just as he was hesitating whether to try it, a strong voice came from outside the door.

"It smells so good! Albus, what are you eating?"

Dumbledore: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Oh no! It's going to be gone!"

Upon hearing that sound, Dumbledore gulped down the bowl of steaming hot meat porridge with a speed that left Ye Feng speechless. He then grabbed a steamed bun with his other hand and stuffed it into his mouth. However, although he was fast, he was still not as fast as the person outside the door.

"Well, Albus, you're eating all by yourself! And you're even trying to finish it all without leaving me any!" As he spoke, Grindelwald rushed to the table and snatched the last steamed bun from the plate. When he saw the bowl of tofu pudding, he picked it up without thinking and started eating like Dumbledore, with the bowl in one hand and the steamed bun in the other.

Ye Feng: -_-||

Watching the two eat so wildly, Ye Feng secretly wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead, then tiptoed out the door.

Since the young couple was flirting here, he, as a third wheel, shouldn't be in the way. So Ye Feng quickly made his escape. However, almost at the same time he reached the door, Dumbledore and Grindelwald's voices rang out simultaneously.

"and many more!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng froze instantly.

"Could it be that I saw something I shouldn't have and am going to be silenced?" With this thought in mind, Ye Feng slowly turned around.

"Is...is there something you need?"

"Today's breakfast tasted quite good, don't forget to bring it tomorrow."

"Bring an extra portion, especially this one. It's sweet and smooth; Albus will probably love it. Bring more tomorrow."

"Did you hear that? Bring two servings of today's breakfast tomorrow, and make sure there's extra tofu pudding."

"Whoo~"

Hearing their words, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't about killing to silence witnesses, that was fine. As for whose mouth they would end up silencing if it were true, who knew? However, such a thing shouldn't happen. After all, neither Ye Feng nor Dumbledore were bloodthirsty people, and their relationship was quite good. They shouldn't have gone that far.

With a jumble of thoughts, Ye Feng officially ran away. After Ye Feng left, the sound of arguing could be faintly heard from Dumbledore's room. If someone were to approach, they could probably hear things like "That's mine," "Get your dirty hands off me," and "Don't touch my fried dough sticks."

As the instigator of this incident, Ye Feng was humming a little tune as he walked back. He was now the captain of the Hogwarts school exercise supervision team, and he had to supervise the students' morning exercises. So he had to go back to feed Little Grey and put on his armband.

A dozen minutes later, the familiar voices of Chinese students rang out in the Hogwarts square.

"The era of the fourth set of broadcast gymnastics is calling! Let's begin now, march in place!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, stop!"

"Section 1, Stretching Exercises..."

Ye Feng felt a sense of accomplishment watching the little wizards doing their exercises in unison on the square.

What exactly is cultural export? (Proudly leans back)

This is cultural export! (Image should be here (￣▽￣)~*)

"It's a pity I chose Sanda and volleyball in college, otherwise I could have taught you guys Tai Chi." Ye Feng murmured, his face full of regret.

Hogwarts students: (「▼皿▼) Thank you so much!

Ye Feng still had some conscience; otherwise, they wouldn't have just done morning exercises, they might have had to do a five-kilometer run.

Of course, it's also possible that time didn't allow it. After finishing breakfast and morning exercises, it was almost time for class. Ye Feng hid for a while and waited until the senior and junior students had left before rushing to the classroom.

"Oh, the first class today is Professor Snape's Potions class. I happen to have a small question I want to ask him."

As Ye Feng muttered to himself, Snape rushed up to the podium, and Ye Feng's face lit up with a bright smile when he saw Snape.

Good morning, Professor Snape. Your hair is quite greasy again.

Snape: (￣▽￣)／… (「▼皿▼)

Within three seconds, Snape's face underwent two dramatic changes. Hermione and the others below immediately covered their mouths with a "pfft" when they saw the change in Snape's expression, because they were worried that he would burst out loud if they didn't cover their mouths.

In fact, some people couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Haha...ha...ge~" Ron couldn't help but burst into laughter, which instantly attracted Snape's chilling gaze. At this moment, Ron was sure that there was no gaze in the world more frightening than Snape's at this moment.

"It's funny, isn't it?"

"Mr. Weasley, for your rudeness, Gryffindor loses ten points!"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Ye Feng, I'm really sorry that my hair is so shiny. Do you have any objections?" The fact that Ye Feng could turn the usually taciturn Snape into such an aggressive person speaks volumes about his strength.

Snape was no weakling, but Ye Feng, who had "cultivated" him into what he is today, was certainly no ordinary person either. Ye Feng spoke directly, saying, "It's like this, I know a shampoo that makes your hair feel bouncy and bouncy after washing, like it has special effects. Would you like to try it?"

Chapter 81 Snape's Stirring Stick

"Here's the thing, I know a shampoo that makes your hair bouncy and bouncy after washing, like it's been given a special effect. Would you like to try it?"

The room fell silent as soon as Ye Feng said this, and Snape's expression froze. But the next second, Ye Feng's expression froze because Snape said something.

"Is what you're saying true? My hair really will be so bouncy after washing it?"

Ye Feng: (￣□￣)

Snape: (～￣▽￣)～

Seeing the shocked expression on Ye Feng's face, Snape revealed a bright smile, even happier than when he had deducted a hundred points from Gryffindor, because he had finally won back a point, even if it was earned with his 'prestige'.

However, when Ye Feng brought out a 'crucible' that was half a person tall, Snape was no longer happy, because this thing did not look like something used to make potions, much less something used to make special 'potions (elixirs)' from China.

"Mr. Ye Feng, could you please tell me what this huge 'crucible' is used for?"

Without looking up from Snape's question, Ye Feng poured a large bag of olive kernels into a crucible to roast them, and replied while roasting, "Professor Snape, I am trying to concoct a magical potion."

"Oh? Can you tell me what kind of potion it is?" Snape became interested when he heard Ye Feng's question, because Ye Feng did have a lot of ingenious ideas, which gave him a lot of inspiration. This was one of the reasons why he was so tolerant of Ye Feng in Potions class.

"The potion I'm going to make has an amazing ability to clean certain objects, but that's not the point. The point is that it must contain easily absorbed nutrients so that even plants with unstable root systems can absorb them and regain their vitality."

"Oh? A nutritional potion? That's an excellent idea. Professor Sprout would probably love it."