Chapter 54: Hagrid, Your Culinary Skills Are Impressive

"Have a piece, mate."

In the afternoon, when meeting Harry, Dursley lifted the teapot with a 'clunk, clunk, clunk,' took a sip of the black tea inside, and then casually handed a biscuit to him.

"Thanks." Harry took the biscuit, and with a crunching sound, he started eating.

Dursley handed another biscuit to Hermione. "Do you want one, Hermione?"

"I've already eaten," Hermione shook her head, pretending to be indifferent, while occasionally glancing at the biscuits.

Her intuition told her that these biscuits were definitely not from the Hogwarts kitchen.

"The taste is not bad. Did you make these, Brother D?" After finishing one biscuit, Harry, who still felt hungry, took a second one from Dursley.

"You know, I'm not good at sweets. These were made by Slytherin senior sisters," Dursley took another one himself.

In fact, Pansy had no clue about making either tea or biscuits. She asked several senior sisters who were good at making pastries to help Dursley out.

Hermione suddenly asked, "Dursley, do you really like biscuits?"

"Not really, I just like chewing something when I'm bored."

After the last biscuit was eaten, and Dursley felt comfortable with the +2 experience points from the system, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Hogwarts didn't have proper toothpicks, or rather, the toothpicks at Hogwarts weren't sturdy enough, making Dursley uncomfortable.

Those days without something to chew on were truly unbearable.

The trio left the castle and crossed a field. They saw a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This was Hagrid's house, with a stone bow and a pair of rubber boots hanging in front of the door.

As long as they didn't go into the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts didn't prohibit young wizards from walking around near the castle.

Harry knocked on the wooden door, and they heard sounds of a tense struggle and a few low growls from inside. Then, Hagrid's booming voice rang out, "Step back, Fang, step back."

With a slight tremor in the ground, the wooden door opened a crack, revealing Hagrid's bearded face.

Upon seeing Harry, Dursley, and Hermione, Hagrid was overjoyed.

"I thought you might not come. I mean, you finally came!" Hagrid said awkwardly, his organizational and expressive abilities in language had always been poor, but one could tell he was genuinely happy.

As long as certain topics weren't touched upon, Hagrid was easy to get along with.

He quickly invited the three of them in.

Although the outside of the house looked like a small wooden cabin, the inside was significantly larger, obviously expanded by a traceless expansion charm. Otherwise, with Hagrid's large build, the house would be too small for him.

"Dumbledore helped me with this; it's not bad, huh?" Hagrid said awkwardly.

Entering the cabin made the three feels as if they had entered the land of giants. Almost all the daily necessities were twice or three times the size of normal wizarding items.

Even for someone like Dursley, sitting on a chair made him feel like a child sitting on a big stool, let alone Harry and Hermione, whose feet dangled above the floor when sitting.

Although the cabin had been subjected to a Traceless Expansion Charm, it was still just one room. On the ceiling hung ham and pheasants, and a cauldron boiled water on a brazier. A large bed was placed in the corner, covered with a patchwork quilt made from scraps of cloth.

Next to the table, there was a rather large and fierce-looking dog lying down.

Hagrid's pet, Fang.

A fellow who looked fierce but was actually a coward.

When the three entered, Fang raised his head, glanced at them, and seeing that they posed no threat, lay back down to continue sleeping.

"This is Hermione."

Harry introduced her to Hagrid.

"Hello, hello."

Hagrid greeted while busy pouring hot water into a large teapot and putting some rock-shaped, basin-sized biscuits onto a plate.

In fact, these 'large' biscuits were worthy of their name.

This stuff had a name that sounded hard, and it tasted even harder - Rock Biscuits.

Seeing Hagrid's enthusiasm, Hermione and Harry were too embarrassed to refuse. They just regarded it as a bigger pastry and each picked up a piece and put it in their mouths.   

"It's so hard."

Harry calmly put the rock biscuit back. Hermione wanted to follow suit and took it just in time to be seen by Hagrid.

Harry and Hermione, not moving, putting one in his mouths, and the system gave a prompt of +2 experience points to Dursley.

Without a grinding stick, Hogwarts didn't have one that was tough enough. This made Dursley uncomfortable.

Days without a grinding stick were truly hard to bear.

After trying a bite, both Harry and Hermione almost lost a molar.

It feels like I'm not eating biscuits, but really eating rocks.

Harry nonchalantly put the Rocky Biscuit back, and Hermione also wanted to follow suit, but Hagrid saw it.

"Don't like the biscuits?"

Hagrid looked at Hermione pitifully. The Rocky Biscuit was the best thing he had to entertain guests.

"I think..."

Hermione hesitated, not wanting to hurt Hagrid's feelings but also not wanting to torture her own teeth. She thought about how to explain it to avoid making Hagrid sad.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

Just then, a grating friction sound that made the ears tingle came into their ears. It sounded like someone sharpening a knife or sawing wood.

Hermione stared blankly and followed the sound. She found Dursley chewing and had already eaten more than half of the Rocky Biscuit.

At this moment, Hermione's mood couldn't be described as anything less than shock.

In her mind, she recalled her father's evaluation of Dursley's teeth.

Those weren't teeth; they were hydraulic presses.

She never seen anything he couldn't chew into.

She originally thought her father was exaggerating, but it turned out to be true.

"The biscuits taste good. I really like them."

Dursley leisurely finished a piece of Rocky Biscuit, giving his comments, "You have real talent as a chef, Hagrid."

He had found his new substitute for a grinding stick, a new teething stick – the Rock Biscuit!

"Really? I'm so happy. I thought they might not taste good," Hagrid said awkwardly.

Then, his gaze fell on Hermione and, more precisely, on the Rock Biscuit in her hand.

He wanted to get more approval.

"I mean, I'm on a diet, and Dursley likes these," Hermione blinked and quickly stuffed the Rocky Biscuit, which she had bitten without moving, into Dursley's hand.

She couldn't touch this kind of food.

How clever of me.

Dursley didn't hesitate either. As he hadn't finished his last piece and still wanted to eat more, he took the Rock Biscuit that Hermione handed him and started chewing again.

"I like the taste."

It was unclear whether he was referring to the food or implying something else.

Thinking of something, Hermione's small face turned red instantly.

This was just a simple visit. The three of them shared a pleasant time discussing life at Hogwarts. As dinner approached, they bid farewell to Hagrid. Before leaving, Dursley asked Hagrid for a large bag of Rock Biscuits. These are his precious teething sticks.

Happy that his culinary skills were recognized, Hagrid said goodbye to the three with a bit of reluctance.

Was Hagrid poor?

No, Dursley absolutely didn't think so. Perhaps he was the richest man in all of Hogwarts.

Despite Hagrid's house looking rundown on the outside, many seemingly inconspicuous items inside were of inestimable value.

For example, Fang's doghouse was woven from unicorn hair. Just this one item was worth several thousand Galleons.

If they could all be sold, tens of thousands of Galleons would not be a problem.

Even Dursley was considering whether to ask him for some things to sell, in order to buy materials for brewing potions.

(End of this chapter)

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