Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

With Harry's start, other people praised Allen endlessly and wanted to use all the great words on Allen.

You will feel fresh after hearing a compliment once, you will be happy after hearing it twice, but you will get bored after three or four times.

What's more, the person being praised was not the appearance that Allen was proud of.

You can't even praise Allen's expression to the point, and you still want to please others? Stop dreaming.

Alan calmly opened the herbology textbook amidst the praises and continued to learn new ingredients... ah no, it's the properties of new plants. Listening to the noise in his ears, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Hermione and Neville. .

"I remember, weren't you two going to find the toad?" Allen said calmly, "Aren't you giving up so early because you were worried that you would die too soon and not be thorough enough?"

Neville was stunned by this sentence, and then his face turned pale.

"No, my Leif!" Neville cried so anxiously: "Why did I forget it? I want to find my Leif!"

Neville hurried out of the box, and Hermione, who had promised him to help him find it earlier, followed him with a look of shame on her face.

"Sorry everyone, we have to leave temporarily." Hermione turned around to say goodbye, her eyes specifically turned around Alan, and then hurriedly followed him.

The box finally became quiet.

Alan lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge about ingredients, while Harry quietly started a pleasant chat with Ronald.

Learning well is a difficult thing, and even if someone takes the lead, they may give up halfway.

But it is too easy to learn bad things. For people with a weak will, as long as there is someone playing next to them, it will be difficult for them to concentrate on learning.

The sound of the train moving was like a lullaby, and as night gradually fell, Harry and Ronald, who had been jostling all the way, fell asleep side by side.

A melodious whistle sounded, Allen closed the book and saw the dim light in the distance through the window.

The train has arrived.

Is it finally here?

Allen breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the textbook in his hand into his backpack, stood up and stretched, and the bones in his back made a crisp sound.

"Wake up, we're at the station." Alan patted Harry and Ronald on the shoulders and said.

The two woke up in a daze. They groggyly took their luggage and followed Allen out of the car. As soon as they got off the car, the darkness and cool water vapor in October woke them up.

God was not kind, and it started to rain when the freshmen got off the bus.

The rain is not heavy, but it will be very uncomfortable if you get wet.

Harry and Ronald rushed down the platform, looking at the rain outside the platform at a loss, they could only wrap their robes tightly to keep out the cold.

Allen calmly took out his windbreaker and put it on.

The moment the windbreaker was put on, a thin transparent layer formed on Allen's body, and the rainwater fell off it instantly, completely touching Allen.

However, no one noticed this. The freshmen were surprised to find that they seemed to be trapped in the platform, and the students of other ages disappeared without knowing it.

Just when the students were panicking, a calm voice calmed their minds.

"All first-year students, come to me." Hagrid held a kerosene lamp and walked out of the rain like a giant in a fairy tale. He was wearing a huge raincoat, and raindrops slid down his clothes.

"Everyone, follow me, freshmen go this way." Hagrid said, noticing Harry in the crowd, and greeted him with his eyes. When he was about to turn around, he noticed Alan next to Harry.

Hagrid's expression changed immediately, he glared at Allen, then turned his head arrogantly and staggered into the rainy dusk.

A group of students quickly followed the big guy into the rainy night. The scene was like a group of little ducks following a big duck.

The muddy ground was a bit slippery on rainy days. It was dark and the rain wet my face and blocked my vision. Hagrid was walking in front of me, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The students behind him were miserable. Many of them slipped and rolled into mud monkeys in the mud.

The group walked to the lake and got on a small boat arranged by Hagrid. Hagrid occupied a boat by himself. After everyone sat down, the boat without a paddle slowly sailed to the other side.

Strangely enough, the rain stopped at this time. The lake was as calm as a huge black jade, mysterious and dangerous.

"………………This is a special admission process set up to commemorate the hardships of the four giants of Hogwarts in founding Hogwarts. I read it in "Hogwarts: A History of the School" ………………"1

Hermione's voice came from nowhere, showing off her knowledge. Allen smiled and was about to listen to the reactions of those who were forced to "popularize science" when he suddenly heard a strange sound of water.

That was not the sound of the lake hitting the boat board, but more like the sound of something emerging from under the water.

It was still very scary to suddenly hear such a sound on the pitch-black lake, as if some monster from the water had surfaced and wanted to eat the people crossing the river.

Alan secretly raised his vigilance. Although there seemed to be no accidents during the enrollment process in the original plot, now there was a person like him, and Alan would not be surprised by any accidents.

However, until the boats arrived at the shore one after another and the students went ashore, there were still no monsters. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion of Alan.

"All freshmen walk up the steps to the castle, and other professors will greet you there." Hagrid pointed to the castle above and said, and then he hurried away.

Without anyone to lead the way, the first-year freshmen walked along the steps towards the Hogwarts Castle above, talking lively, and soon walked into the castle's luxurious lobby.

After entering the lobby, many students realized that they were soaked and felt very uncomfortable.

The freshmen were in a mess. In this situation, Allen stood out from the crowd. He was the only one who was not only free of mud, but even his clothes were dry.

And special people always attract others.

"Are you Allen Cecil?" A voice sounded behind Allen. Allen turned around and saw a boy who also had light golden hair, but his hair was a little loose, and he had the talent of baldness at a young age.

Looking at the boy's arrogant look and the two tall but not very smart followers following him, Allen immediately realized who this was.

Draco Malfoy? Why did this guy not go to Harry Potter to have an awkward chat with him?

"I am Allen Cecil, what's the matter?" Allen stared at the carrot head in front of him and asked.

"I am Draco Malfoy, the future heir of the noble Malfoy family," Draco said arrogantly, "I think your cooking is pretty good. I'll give you a chance. Come to my house to be a chef in the future. Don't worry, you will get your money."

Allen looked at the proud little carrot head in front of him, and a Chinese word emerged in his mind.

"Retarded." Allen pronounced these two words in a clear and loud voice. Unfortunately, Draco, who had never learned Chinese, could not understand what Allen was saying. However, Allen could tell from his expression that he was looked down upon. This guy actually looked down on him? An orphan without even parents dared to look down on a noble Malfoy like him? He invited him to his home to be a chef because he thought highly of him. The main reason was that he had eaten Allen's dishes when he was eating at home, and even his father praised them highly. After hearing that Allen was also a freshman at Hogwarts, he thought of recruiting him as his younger brother, and maybe he could get praise from his father. But this guy was so ungrateful! Malfoy was furious and was about to say something, but was stopped by someone. "What are you going to do, Malfoy?" Ronald stood in front of Allen with a righteous look on his face, and Harry also stood up at the same time. "Red hair?" Malfoy looked at Ronald with disdain. "You are a Weasley, and you want to stand out?"

"Huh, Malfoy, I tell you, don't think about bullying others, I, Ronald Weasley, won't allow it!"

"Huh? You really scared me," Draco showed an exaggerated smile, and his followers also gave face and pointed at Ronald and laughed.

"You? What can a red-haired Weasley do?" He said and looked at Harry beside Ronald. At first he thought this person was Ronald's follower, but the more he looked, the more wrong he felt. Suddenly he noticed the scar on Harry's forehead.

At this time, Draco remembered that there was such a heavyweight person enrolled this year.

"Harry Potter!" Draco's eyes flashed. "I think you should learn how to choose your friends, and don't hang out with some unpopular people."

"I'm sorry," Harry said expressionlessly, "I have the right to choose my own friends. It's unfortunate that the two people you offended are my friends."

Allen was blocked by the two people and said nothing. He scratched his ears and watched a group of wet little wizards arguing, thinking that the plot was almost over [Why hasn't Professor McGonagall shown up yet?

In the plot, the appearance of Professor McGonagall suppressed this conflict.

Seeing the conflict getting more and more intense, Allen couldn't help but interjected, "Stop it all."

He squeezed past Harry and Ronald who were blocking the way, stared at Draco and asked, "Are you proud?"

Upon hearing this, Draco immediately puffed up his chest and said, "Of course I am proud, I am a noble Malfoy."

"But I don't think so. Where do you think you are noble? Intelligence or physical strength?" Allen asked, staring at Draco.

This was the first time Draco was questioned so directly. He was stunned and said, "Of course it's both!"

"Both? Then do you dare to take a gamble with me?" A malicious smile appeared on Allen's face.

"What do you want to bet on?" Draco asked.

"How about we bet on our physical strength and intelligence?" Allen stared at Draco with disdain, arousing his anger. "In my opinion, your intelligence and physical strength are not worth mentioning."

"Bet! How do you plan to bet?" Draco shouted.

"Okay, then I will give you a question that involves physical strength and intelligence. As long as you can answer it and do it, you will win. Otherwise, I will win. How about it?" Allen smiled and looked at Draco who took the bait.

"No problem, what's the bet?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Let's bet on the wand." Allen took out his wand. "You have the right to use the wand for a week. Anyone you know has to give your wand to the other person to use for a week. You are not allowed to go back on it!"

"Hmph! Of course I won't go back on my word." Draco said arrogantly.

"Then do you dare to use your family reputation as a guarantee?" Allen squinted his eyes. "I can. To be fair, both of us have to use our own surnames as a guarantee to ensure that we will regret it."

"Okay! Guaranteed!" Draco gritted his teeth. "Tell me what your problem is. I want to see what questions a person like you can answer that involves physical strength and intelligence."

Draco was so angry that he forgot to ask the other person if he valued his last name as much as he did.

Anyway, Allen doesn't pay much attention to it. His last name actually comes from the orphanage where he stayed for several years before. Because of his outstanding appearance, the director of the orphanage specially named him with his last name.

So for Allen, having a surname is pretty good, but not having it is just like that. There is no difference between betting on Draco with a surname and making a bet with a random stone.

On the contrary, Draco, who values ​​his surname,

Once you lose, you will most likely hand over your wand to protect your surname.

Although Allen didn't think he would lose, he liked this kind of business without capital.

".[Listen up, the question is very simple," Allen cleared his throat. "At this moment, here, is there anything that I can defeat that you can never defeat?"

Draco was stunned, and looked back at his second general, Heng Ha. It was okay to take over the two tall men and eat, but it was difficult to ask them to answer questions.

They might not even remember what they ate last night.

What can the other party defeat that you cannot defeat?

Draco looked around anxiously, hoping to find what Alan was talking about quickly.

"Hey, don't delay anymore, tell us the answer quickly, Malfoy, who considers himself noble." Allen said in a deliberately long voice.

Draco trembled, looked at the students around him and suddenly thought of something, looked at Allen and said, "This is not fair!"

"Oh? How is it unfair?" Allen crossed his arms and looked mocking.

"Your question may make me violate the school rules," Draco said proudly. "I already know the answer to the question. "But if it violates the school rules, I can't do it even if you ask me to do it."

"Then, tell me the answer first, although I don't think your answer is correct," Allen said lazily.

"The answer is anyone else here." Draco said confidently, "You can beat any of them, but if I am the only one who actually implements it, then it violates the school rules."

Draco's words aroused the approval of many people, because the competition proposed by Allen was implemented by only Draco, so Allen could do what he could do verbally. Anyway, he didn't need to do it, and the person who really wanted to do it was violating the school rules.

This question is really insidious!

The little wizards around whispered, and Draco was proud, thinking that he had seen through Allen's conspiracy.

Even Allen had to admit that this bald kid was indeed a little quick-witted, but it was a pity that the unfairness of this question was not here.

Allen did not intend to compete with Draco Malfoy fairly. He just wanted to play a trick on him. The right and wrong of the answer were all in Allen's mouth, because the final right of interpretation was in his hands. When Draco agreed to this so-called competition, he had already fallen into the trap. So when he saw Draco's proud face, he smiled and said, "Although it sounds reasonable, unfortunately, your answer is wrong." Draco's proud expression froze, and then he was furious and said, "What did you say?" "I said, your answer is wrong, because the target I asked you to defeat will never violate school rules. Allen smiled and said, "I can be merciful and give you another chance, but don't let the Malfoy you mentioned be tarnished. "

Draco was dumbfounded. After Alan made the promise, his words were useless. The little wizards around him who had originally thought that Draco's words made sense changed their minds and thought that Alan's words made sense.

Since there was no school rule to restrict him, there must be something wrong with Draco's answer.

So everyone's eyes were focused on Draco again.

Draco was sweating profusely, and his mind was working faster than when his father asked questions at home [But what is it that this orphan in front of him can defeat that this little wizard who has received a complete legal education since childhood cannot defeat?

"If you can't answer, just admit defeat," Alan said, "Are you going to drag it out until the professors come and then deny it? People from the Malfoy family... that's it?"

Alan added fuel to the fire, while Ronald was adding fuel to the fire.

"Can you do it? How come you don't even know such a simple question? It's so embarrassing..." The little mouth was spitting bullets and blasting Draco to pieces.

Draco's face was blood red, and he was angry and ashamed. He finally couldn't hold back and exploded. He couldn't tolerate Weasley, who looked down on him, mocking him. He pointed at Ronald with red eyes and said, "Shut up, Weasley, if you have the ability, answer this question!"

"Why should I answer?" Ronald was quite smart. "If I answer, won't I get the answer for you? That's too cheap for you."

Draco was so angry that he vomited blood with just one sentence, and his thoughts were even more confused by anger, and he almost fainted.

Alan gave Ronald a thumbs up in his heart.

This guy can flatter and troll, great..