The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Poor wizards, what could they possibly eat? Nothing more than roasted meat and potatoes, pies and cakes. Lucas's dreams shattered when he discovered that the British wizarding world, like the Muggle world, was a culinary wasteland. He angrily tied on his apron, vowing to bring a culinary shock to the wizarding world… "Oh, Severus," Dumbledore winked cheerfully, "Try this Lucas's improved pale blue flounder soup; it will remind you of all good things." Snape scrutinized it suspiciously for a long time before finally taking a sip. In an instant, the delicious flavor exploded, and in a daze, he seemed to see a lily swaying in the wind. He closed his eyes, and a tear gently slid down his cheek. Huh? What's wrong? Why am I crying? There's a sense of sadness… "It's barnacles," Lucas said. "I added barnacles." "Hufflepuff deduct fifty points!"