~ Harry also looked surprised.
He couldn’t identify the Ritz London’s luxurious afternoon tea, but that didn’t stop him from recognizing that these were high-end foods.
Even the “luxury” KFC and McDonald’s combo meals were something he’d never dared dream of.
These foods looked expensive — but hadn’t Elavin said he’d been homeless and roaming the streets before?
“This…
are you sure?” Elavin smiled lightly.
“Don’t worry about it—eat up.” It wasn’t like he was paying for it anyway.
With Elavin’s permission, Harry and Ron immediately dug in.
Ron couldn’t hold back any longer.
He grabbed two fried chicken legs, one in each hand, eating like a squirrel gone wild.
Harry went for the pastries—more refined in manner, though no slower.
Elavin, as always, ate slowly and deliberately—almost as if nothing in this world could impress him anymore.
He was already tired of pastries and fried chicken after the past month.
This was Britain, after all—what good food could you even expect?
“Hmm…
the fried chicken’s gotten a bit cold.” The pastries aside, the fried chicken and burgers had been sitting for a while; cooling down was inevitable.
But that wasn’t a problem for Elavin.
He casually pulled out his wand.
“Heat Up!” In just a few seconds, the food warmed again, releasing a mouthwatering aroma that instantly filled the entire train compartment.
Harry and Ron were already used to Elavin’s strange tricks, but seeing him cast a spell so effortlessly still impressed them.
“Elavin, you really know a lot of spells.
Did you teach yourself all of them?” “That’s right—self-taught.” That answer only made Harry more nervous.
“Ron, you’re from a wizarding family.
You must know a lot of spells too, right?” Ron froze mid-bite.
“Uh…
well…” His thoughts immediately drifted to his older brothers—all of them monsters in talent.
George and Fred especially, who had already mastered dozens of prank spells before Hogwarts.
Ron had even wondered whether his parents had used up all their biological “resources” on his older siblings… Feeling slightly embarrassed, he quickly added: “Actually, George and Fred taught me a spell—to turn Scabbers yellow, just for fun.
I just can’t get the pronunciation right.
Want to see it?” “Sure!” “Go ahead!” Ron eagerly rummaged through his trunk and finally pulled out his wand.
But before he could cast anything— The compartment door suddenly slid open.
“Excuse me—have any of you seen my toad?” Neville Longbottom poked in, his face tear-stained and panicked.
“I’ve lost him again… he always runs away from me!” Here it came—the legendary toad incident.
Elavin was about to respond when Harry and Ron both turned to look at him.
“…” Why are you both looking at me?!
I’ve been right here eating and talking with you the whole time, haven’t I?!
Then it clicked—they weren’t accusing him.
They were expecting him to do something.
Help?
Elavin raised an eyebrow.
At that moment, a mischievous idea sparked in his mind.
“You mean your toad?” He pointed at the fried chicken bucket in front of him and gave a wicked grin.
“Sorry—but we already ate it.” “You ate Trevor?!” Without hesitation—without even looking properly—Neville screamed and rushed straight into the compartment, grabbing the bucket.
Steam and fried aroma hit him instantly.
He swallowed hard.
But he didn’t forget his precious Trevor.
He immediately began digging through the food.
“Waaah…” “Trevor… you died so horribly…” “But you smell so good…” Inside the bucket were golden, crispy, juicy pieces—fried chicken wings, fried chicken legs, fried chicken nuggets, burgers, and fries.
No matter how he looked… there was no trace of a toad.
Realization slowly dawned on him.
The grief hit him hard.
Tears, snot, and drool poured down uncontrollably—soaking his clothes completely.
As expected, his cries quickly drew attention from nearby compartments.
But the first to arrive was a bushy-haired young witch—Hermione Granger.
“Neville!
Neville…
did you find Trevor?” Neville turned around, still clutching the bucket, sobbing: “Trevor…
they ate Trevor…” Hermione froze.
“What…
what are you talking about?” “Look!” Neville shoved the bucket forward like a child reporting a crime.
“They caught him—and fried him beyond recognition!” Hermione looked down.
Good grief.
KFC?
Or McDonald’s?
If that was your Trevor, I’d pull out my own front teeth.
Coming from the Muggle world, Hermione immediately recognized it as simple fast food.
She instantly understood—Neville had been tricked.
Her expression turned sharp.
“I think you owe Neville an apology.” The poor boy was already confused enough—this was just cruel.
Harry quickly stood up.
“I’m sorry.
Elavin was only joking.
We’ve all been together since boarding the train.
We haven’t seen any toad.” Neville stopped crying abruptly.
“A joke…?
You mean…
this isn’t Trevor?” “Of course not.” Harry sighed.
“It’s just fried chicken wings, legs, nuggets, burgers, and fries.
Nothing else.” Neville looked down again.
It really was just food.
Relief washed over him.
“Th-thank goodness…” Grrrrr…
His stomach growled loudly.
Now thoroughly embarrassed, his face turned bright red.
Elavin waved casually.
“Why don’t you sit and eat something—calm your nerves?” “That toad probably won’t be found anytime soon anyway.” He could have helped—but the Summoning Charm required a clear image of the target, and he had never seen the toad before.
So he gave up.
“…Alright then.”
CREATORS’ THOUGHTS IronLoreTL Like it ?