"Here, one for each of you!"
Goku held a roasted turkey in each hand and stuffed them into Harry Potter and Ron's arms.
Although two roasted turkeys were taken, he certainly wouldn't be full, but it was right for friends to share food with each other.
And even if he didn't give away two, he wouldn't be full with four roasted chickens either.
Let alone four, he wouldn't be full with ten either.
He had a huge appetite, especially after exhausting his combat stamina; he could eat sixty servings of adult food by himself.
After the World Martial Arts Tournament ended, he ate fifty people's worth of food and was only about eighty percent full.
Normally, if he didn't train much and expend stamina, he would still need to eat the equivalent of more than twenty people's food to barely feel full.
So, eating two or four was just to tide him over.
Nymphadora said that Hogwarts would provide a free feast, and he could eat his fill that evening.
Once he was full, he would challenge Dumbledore to a duel.
"Goku, you must be joking with us."
Harry and Ron somewhat laboriously placed the roasted turkeys back on the table.
No matter how hungry they were, they couldn't possibly eat an entire roasted turkey.
And they didn't think Goku could eat two either.
Bringing four roasted turkeys didn't mean they had to eat four roasted turkeys.
At first, they didn't react, subconsciously thinking that Goku was going to eat four roasted turkeys by himself.
But a little thought showed that it was impossible.
Goku was about the same height as them, a bit stronger, but each of the four roasted turkeys was twice the size of their heads.
Even one wouldn't fit in their stomachs.
But they soon realized that their experience was still shallow.
Because while they were momentarily stunned, Goku had already torn apart his roasted turkeys and ravenously stuffed both of them into his stomach.
"We don't have an appetite as good as yours, so... this one drumstick will be enough."
Harry and Ron, after their shock, seeing Goku eat with such relish, each pulled a drumstick from the turkey in front of them.
Then they pushed the remaining turkey towards Goku.
One roasted turkey drumstick was enough to fill most of their stomachs.
"Then I'll dig in!"
Seeing Harry and Ron push the turkey back, Goku didn't stand on ceremony; he simply didn't have such a concept.
Ron and Harry hadn't even finished their drumsticks when Goku had already stuffed the remaining two roasted chickens into his stomach.
"Here's this pastrami sandwich for you too."
Watching Goku finish the remaining two roasted chickens, smacking his lips as if he wasn't full, Ron handed over the large portion of pastrami sandwich he hadn't touched.
At the same time, he kept muttering:
"He eats so much, he eats so much, he must have troll blood…"
Harry, on the other hand, wasn't as surprised as Ron.
Because in his opinion, the Wizarding World was inherently magical, and in these two days, he had already seen too many things beyond his imagination.
So, Goku's great strength and large appetite, although very much beyond common sense for him, were still understandable.
"There are still a lot of snacks here."
Seeing that Goku was still not full, Harry divided one-third of the snacks on the table for Goku.
Goku wasn't very keen on those snacks, but he wouldn't waste food if there was something to eat.
The snacks in the Wizarding World were strange; Harry didn't recognize them, and Goku recognized them even less, as Goku hadn't even eaten much of the snacks from the normal human World.
Fortunately, Ron, as a child raised in a pure-blood Wizard family, was very knowledgeable about these snacks.
He began to introduce these snacks to Harry and Goku:
"These are Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chewing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands…"
Harry opened a Chocolate Frog box, and a chocolate frog suddenly opened its eyes and leaped out the train window.
"Smack!"
Goku, with his lightning-fast reflexes, reached out and intercepted the Chocolate Frog.
The intercepted frog struggled in Goku's hand for a moment, then stopped moving.
"They can only jump once. Once they jump, they can't jump again. The taste is average; people buy them just for the Great Wizard cards inside.
I've already collected five hundred cards; I'm only missing Agrippa and Ptolemy."
Ron was clearly very familiar with Chocolate Frogs; he hadn't bought few of them normally.
"Agrippa and Ptolemy, are they very powerful?"
Goku popped the Chocolate Frog into his mouth, finding the taste quite good.
"Very powerful. They were once very famous Wizards in the Wizarding World."
Ron nodded.
Goku continued to ask:
"Are they as powerful as Dumbledore?"
"Definitely not. Dumbledore is the most powerful Wizard."
Ron answered very directly.
"Is this Dumbledore?"
Harry took out a card from the Chocolate Frog box; the card showed an Old Man's face.
He wore half-moon spectacles, had a crooked long nose, and his silver hair and beard cascaded down, looking very kind.
The name below the card was: Albus Dumbledore.
"Yes, that's Dumbledore. I already have six of him."
Ron popped a Licorice Wand into his mouth.
Goku turned his head and carefully studied Dumbledore's appearance on the card, committing it to memory.
This was the person he was going to duel that evening, an Old Man as powerful as Master Roshi Grandpa.
The three ate and chatted, and time passed quickly; outside, the sky gradually darkened.
The once common farmlands and villages gradually disappeared, replaced by large forests, winding rivers, and rolling hills.
"This is my pet, Scabbers. Fred taught me a spell that can turn his fur yellow. Want to see?"
Ron pulled out his wand, wanting to show off the magic his brother had taught him.
"Yes!"
Harry nodded excitedly, and Goku also showed interest.
He knew that the Wizards in this World all had their own moves, which they collectively called magic.
The Black Wizard freezing his body, the wizard in Knockturn Alley repairing the wall, the two police Wizards appearing, Nymphadora teleporting him from one place to another.
All were the magic spoken of in this World.
Just as Ron was waving his wand and preparing to cast a spell, the compartment door suddenly opened.
A young girl with thick, curly brown hair appeared before the three:
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one."
She tilted her chin slightly, her tone sounding a bit arrogant and dismissive.
"We haven't seen any toad."
Ron shook his head.
But the young girl didn't seem to pay attention to his answer; she just stared at the wand in Ron's hand and said:
"Oh, are you casting a spell? Perfect, let me see it too."
Saying this, she walked directly into the compartment and sat next to Goku.
"Alright…"
Seeing this, Ron couldn't refuse. He waved his wand and began to chant the spell:
"Sunlight, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
After the spell was chanted, the rat showed no change.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? It doesn't look like much."
The young girl's face showed doubt, then she proudly took out her own wand:
"I've tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, and they all worked."
She pointed her wand at Harry Potter's somewhat broken glasses:
"Reparo!"
Under the effect of the magic, the broken glasses instantly became like new.
"Hmph, that's nothing special. Goku knows much more than you."
Ron, seeing this, was a bit unconvinced.
He didn't like this girl who always spoke with such a superior tone.
But he himself didn't know any other magic! Harry had lived with muggles before and had never encountered magic.
Only Goku had rich adventure experiences and had learned a lot of magic from that wizard called Master Roshi.
Yes, he understood Goku's martial arts training with Master Roshi as apprenticing with an wizard to learn magic.
The World Martial Arts Tournament was also understood as a Wizard dueling competition.
To achieve second place in a Wizard dueling competition, Goku must know quite a few magic spells.
The young girl, hearing this, looked at Goku next to her:
"Then let's see it!"
"Show my moves?"
Goku stood up and stretched out both hands, just about to gather his energy, but he turned his head and looked around, then put his hands down and sat back.
Then he pointed a finger towards a small hill about twenty meters high not far outside the window.
"Dodon Ray!"