Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Although there is no such thing as dragon liver and dragon meat, other magical animals, Albert, are still happy to help hunt.

However, he couldn't guarantee what he would encounter. After all, he was only familiar with the fire dragon conservation areas in Europe. He was not familiar with other places, and he didn't know where to find those magical animals.

Looking at Alberta who was packing up to go hunting in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, Allen glanced at his shabby luggage and curled his lips.

"This is 300 Galleons." Allen took out all the gold coins in his wallet and placed them in front of Alberta. "270 Galleons are dragon blood money, and the other 30 Galleons are my personal support. "

"I won't ask for this kind of money." Alberta didn't even look back, but stuffed a pair of items with unknown uses into a worn-out backpack.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not a charity, it's just a maintenance of my purchasing channel." Allen pushed a pile of gold coins to the Alberta counter. "You have to know, my daily income from cooking is tens or even more. Bai Gallon, if my supply is cut off due to your mistake, the loss will be very painful, so I think you should buy some equipment, even if it is just a container containing dragon blood."

Alberta glanced at Allen and accepted the extra galleons without refusing.

A good start. It is not easy for people like Alberta to make him accept the kindness of others. He needs to gradually use money to corrupt him, no, to move him, so that he can have the opportunity to join his subordinates.

After parting ways with Alberta, Allen returned to the bar and continued to enjoy the food and make money at the same time. Two days passed quickly, and it was time to pick up clothes from the Tuofan clothing store.

Arriving at Tuofan Clothing Store again, Allen was immediately warmly welcomed by the owner, Martha.

"I'm glad to see you here as promised, Mr. Cecil. Do you plan to try on the clothes directly or sit down for a while and have a cup of tea first?" Martha said with a proper smile on her face with a decent manner.

"Oh? I thought you were worried about me running out of orders." Alan looked up at Martha and joked, "If you're not in a hurry, I'd be happy to taste your tea."

"Are you kidding me? I have heard your name countless times in the past few days. It can be said that your reputation is the most controversial one I have ever heard of." Martha led Allen to the lounge and poured her name for him. A cup of black tea was served.

"Reversal of reputation? What does that mean?" Allen was a little curious.

He picked up the tea cup and smelled the tea in the cup. Although he didn't know what kind of black tea it was, it smelled really good.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, feeling the aroma of tea rolling in his mouth and nodding with satisfaction.

Seeing the light blond haired boy in front of her elegantly drinking black tea, Martha was stunned by this peaceful and beautiful scene.

This posture, this appearance, and this calm and composed way of acting, Martha felt that he was like a real nobleman.

This is a beauty that is difficult to ignore for anyone who is engaged in art. At this time, Martha only hated herself for not being able to draw, otherwise she would have to preserve this picture forever.

After not hearing Martha's explanation for a long time, Allen raised his head curiously and found that Martha's face was particularly rosy.

"Sister, are you very hot?" Allen put down the tea cup. "Your face is so red."

Martha came back to her senses, coughed dryly and said, "Sorry, I just got distracted."

Can your mind wander in such a short period of time? Allen did not expose this obvious lie. As a gentleman, he could not embarrass a beautiful lady too much.

"It's okay, but sister Martha, we just talked about my reputation," Allen reminded, "I'm a little curious, please elaborate."

"Oh, it's about the dishes you sell." Martha couldn't help but cover her mouth and laughed when she said this. "When some ladies came to my place to customize some clothes, they mentioned the expensive blood sausage you sold. Without exception, they complained. Your price was too high, but after just one day, they changed their tune and praised your workmanship."

"Of course, the complaint is just because they have never tasted real delicious food. When they really experience it, they will know what value for money is." Allen said and stood up, "Then let me experience you too. It’s a great value for money, ma’am, I want to try on the clothes, I hope you won’t be disappointed.”

"Of course it's no problem," Martha said proudly, "I've never received any negative reviews on the clothes I've made."

Martha's custom-made clothes are a set of mainly black colors that look like Muggle formal clothes. They have a good shape, but are soft and comfortable on the inside. The fabric feels very comfortable.

After all, this is a set of casual clothes, not formal clothes, and the wizard's formal clothes don't look like this.

"Then where do I go to change clothes?" Alan asked.

"This outfit is quite troublesome to put on. How about I help you?"

"Huh? Isn't this appropriate?"

"It fits, don't worry, I will teach you how to put it on, it will be quick."

Seeing Martha approaching him with outstretched hands, Allen inexplicably thought of the big bad wolf that pounced on the little white rabbit.

Well, that’s not quite right. This situation is more appropriately described as a little gray wolf and a big white rabbit.