The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 79 This diary is pretty good.

Percy strode in with an exaggerated smile, grabbed Lucas's hand and shook it vigorously, then squeezed into the box and sat down, sending Neville flying.

"Nice to meet you, I am Percy Weasley, the new prefect of Gryffindor."

"Perhaps you would like to tell me the details of your meeting with Minister Fouché... I saw the report; he spoke highly of you!"

Has he mentioned to you what type of young people he prefers?

Lucas shook hands with him, both amused and exasperated. Then, looking at the Weasley twins who were clearly exasperated, he finally understood what they meant by "different".

Before he could answer Percy's question, more voices rose from the crowd.

"Please return to your respective private rooms and do not gather in the hallway!"

"Keep order and don't crowd!"

"Follow the instructions of your prefects and return home..."

Those were the Hogwarts student council presidents and prefects from various houses, shooing away the young wizards who were blocking the aisle, urging them to return to their seats. Percy had no choice but to stand up, adopting a righteous expression, and first pushed his two younger brothers out.

The young wizards, disappointed at not getting any food and with no more excitement to see, left. Lucas spotted Draco Malfoy in the dispersing crowd, with two burly men standing behind him like bodyguards.

"It's Malfoy!" Harry glared at him hostilely.

Malfoy glared at Harry, then glanced at Lucas. Remembering his father's instructions, he hesitated for a moment, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, nodded stiffly to Lucas, and then walked away with his bodyguards and the young wizards.

"It seems the rumors are true," Ernie said thoughtfully. "Although Malfoy was forced to back down, he was still quite polite to Lucas."

Susan said, "My dad always said that talented people are respected wherever they go."

Lucas remained noncommittal, simply smiling.

A young man who claimed to be the student council president came over and criticized Lucas for causing the congestion. However, given that Lucas was still a freshman and it was difficult to say which school rule he had violated, he just gave him a few words of criticism and let it go.

Percy wanted to stay, but a fellow prefect called him back, saying there was a meeting or something, so he reluctantly left.

The private room finally quieted down. Lucas's friends had finished eating and, after praising and thanking Lucas, they were unsure what to do next.

Just then, Ellie clapped her hands: "Want to play Bomb?"

The suggestion was met with unanimous approval, and Lucas went to the box to find the bomb card, and everyone gathered around with great interest.

The Hogwarts Express boxes are designed for six adults, but with eight young wizards in this box, it wasn't crowded at all; in fact, it was quite lively. Harry didn't know what the Bomb card was, but now, squeezed among everyone, listening to Susan explain the rules to him, he was extremely happy.

Lucas opened Ellie's suitcase again. He remembered that the bomb card was in a corner inside, and he had to crawl in to get it.

He casually took out a package that was blocking his way and shoved it into Harry's arms.

"Help me with this, Harry," came his muffled voice from inside the box.

Harry looked down and saw a jumbled mess of things: a broken tail that looked like a lizard's, a wrinkled claw that looked like some kind of animal's, a large piece of citrine, and... under a garlic bulb, a black-covered diary.

In just a short while, all the friends suddenly looked over.

"What's that?" Hannah asked, pointing to the diary.

"It's a beautiful notebook, very high quality. Where did Lucas get it?" Zacharias seemed to really like it.

"Such a beautiful notebook is a rare find. If it were me, I would keep it separate instead of putting it with all this mess," Susan said.

Neville said enviously, "I remember my grandma bought me one too, but I lost it. Of course, that one isn't as good as this one."

Harry glanced at everyone with some confusion, then looked at his notebook.

Are you kidding me? This is clearly an ordinary, old, worn-out notebook that you'd hardly ever pick up if you left it on the street!

Why does everyone seem so interested in it? It's like it's a treasure.

To be honest, this dry garlic clove is more interesting.

Harry was hesitating whether to follow the crowd and express his praise for the old book when he suddenly noticed that Ellie's expression was also calm; she just glanced at it and didn't say anything.

Just then, Lucas finally found the Explosive card and climbed out of the box. He waved the card in his hand, and it exploded with a loud crack and a bright flash, once again attracting the attention of the young wizards.

As a seasoned blast card enthusiast, Hannah was the most enthusiastic. She said, "Since all eight of us are participating, we'd better find a piece of paper to record the scores, otherwise we'll forget everything later."

Without further ado, Neville, whose luggage was not here—Harry, Susan, Ernie, and Zacharys's—frantically searched his large trunk, but couldn't find a single scrap of parchment. He discovered in despair that, apart from parchment, he hadn't brought any stationery, such as quills or ink bottles.

Lucas sighed, unsure of where Hannah's parchment was, and prepared to climb back into the box to search for it.

"Wait a minute, I remember it was at the very bottom..."

Harry heard older students in the hallway saying that they would be arriving soon, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, eager to start the fun game with his new friends.

So he held up the old diary in his hand.

"Lucas, can I tear a piece of paper off from above?"

Lucas nodded nonchalantly, while the other young wizards all looked horrified, as if Harry were about to destroy some priceless treasure.

"Harry—"

However, Harry was quick; he immediately flipped to the last page of the diary and pulled it open forcefully—

The young wizards gasped, and Harry let out a soft "Huh?"

It wasn't torn!

This seemingly ordinary page of paper is as tough as cowhide and cannot be torn at all!

What's going on? Harry felt a little embarrassed as everyone stared at him.

He roused himself, swung his arms, spat into his palms, pinched the edge of the paper with his fingertips, and tore it apart forcefully!

That yellowed old paper looked brittle and thin, but no matter how you pulled, tore, ripped, or pinched it, it remained completely undamaged!

Hey, that's outrageous.