Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

"Enough!" Draku roared, "There is no answer to this question at all, you are just making it up!"

"Tsk, tsk, it turns out that Malfoy only has this ability." Allen said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you can't answer. You can ask. Do you remember what I said? All you need to do is do it. You did it for me." Just admit that you, the Malfoy family, are somewhat talented in physical strength.

"Then tell me!" Draku lost his composure and roared, "Who can you defeat that I can't defeat?"

"The answer is simple." Allen walked up to Draku, reached out and grabbed his collar, and lifted him up directly.

"It's you, Draco Malfoy." Allen had a smile on his face and his tone was particularly soft, but his eyes and the sudden action of lifting Draco up were definitely not friendly.

Draco's body was trembling slightly, and he forgot to think about the answer given by Alan.

"Haha." Seeing Draco shaking like a quail, Allen smiled and put him down, his tone still gentle.

"Don't be afraid," Allen said. "You are right about one thing. School rules do not allow beating classmates, so I can beat you, but I will not beat you."

"But you can consider beating yourself," Allen smiled and put him down. "As long as you knock yourself down, you can prove your physical strength. How about giving it a try? Maybe victory is just around the corner, that's it. Proving the honor of the Malfoy family."

Allen's words were like the snake that tempted Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. They were very tempting, especially after Draco was carried away.

Ronald needs to be praised here. He assisted very well and destroyed Draco's sanity with a few words.

After Draco was put down by Allen, he took a few steps back in a daze. At this time, Allen's voice echoed in his mind: The honor of the Malfoy family, defeat yourself, win physically...

Then with all the little wizards watching, Draco raised his hand and punched himself.

This punch made all the little wizards take a breath, thinking that Draco was really planning to prove his physical strength.

But in fact, Draco woke up instantly after punching himself.

Just now, Allen just took advantage of Draco's confused thinking to give him some psychological hints. It was not a real hypnosis, nor was it the Imperius Curse [How can it be possible to control someone else's self?

Draco was not a fool, how could he do such a thing? The moment he woke up, he came back to his senses.

What should I do? I’m so embarrassed. Why did I really listen to his nonsense and beat myself up?

Draco's brain was spinning wildly, and he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea!

He let out an exaggerated cry, and then lay down on the ground.

Anyway, I just asked to knock myself down, and I didn’t say how many times I wanted to hit myself. Anyway, I just hit myself, and then I fell down again. This is right to knock myself down!

Draco was secretly happy, feeling that he was really smart.

As everyone knows, all of this is within Allen's calculations.

When you step into the language trap set by Allen, unless you ignore the rules, all explanations will be based on your own calculations.

Allen tilted his head and said a few words to Ronald beside him, then walked towards Draco.

"I have a question for you, classmate Malfoy," Allen smiled and walked to Draco who was pretending to be unconscious and said loudly, "You knocked yourself out with a punch. Does that prove that you are strong or that you are weak?"

This remark immediately caused a roar of laughter.

Yes, you said you are strong and have good physical strength, but you knocked yourself out with one punch. How can someone who can be knocked out by one punch be considered strong?

Draco's face turned red instantly as he fell to the ground and pretended to be faint. He opened his eyes and got up numbly and shouted, "So what? I won! I proved that I can defeat myself! You lose, Hand over your wand now!"

"No, you are the one who should hand over the wand." Allen snapped his fingers. "Do you remember what our original bet was? Ronald, tell him.

Ronald said with a proud smile, "Prove your physical strength and intelligence."

"Yes, but obviously, the most you can say is that you have proved your physical strength, but your intelligence..." Allen looked around and said, "I don't think anyone would think that someone who beats himself up and knocks himself down can do it." What an outstanding intelligence, right?”

The whole hall burst into laughter again, and the entire castle's front hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Draco, who had been defined as a clown by Allen, was almost mad. He jumped up and was about to say something when he heard Allen's faint voice: "Of course you can regret it, it's nothing more than smearing the name Malfoy. This It shouldn’t matter to you, right?”

This sentence hit Draco's fate. The education he received since childhood made Draco always regard the name Malfoy as his belief. He would not allow others to insult him, let alone himself.

"I, the Malfoy family, will not do such unreasonable behavior!" Draco gritted his teeth and his eyes were a little wet. "This is my wand. I took it from Yu.

Draco took out his wand, a hawthorn wand.

Just as Allen reached for it, a voice said, "What are you doing?"

Professor McGonagall hurried out of the auditorium. She glanced at the little wizards who were still wet and waved her wand gracefully.

A warm wind blew around the little wizards, and the little wizards exclaimed in surprise, because they found that the clothes on their bodies had become dry, and even their shoes were as warm and comfortable as new shoes.

Then, Professor McGonagall walked up to Alan and Draco, looking at Draco who looked aggrieved and injured and Alan who was calm [Professor McGonagall asked seriously, "What are you doing?"

"A pleasant communication, Professor." Allen said calmly, "I am arguing with Mr. Malfoy about the necessary relationship between noble blood and courage and wisdom.

A bet came out of Allen's mouth like a highly professional discussion.

But it was obvious that Professor McGonagall did not believe Allen's lies. She looked at Allen's hand holding Draco's wand and said, "You are not allowed to bully your classmates. Return Mr. Malfoy's wand to him."

"I would be very happy, Professor, but for the sake of the family's honor, I don't think Mr. Malfoy will agree." Allen said in a relaxed tone.

Draco, who was about to take advantage of Professor McGonagall's advice to get the wand back, secretly hated Allen's cunningness, but Allen had already told the truth, and he was too embarrassed to refute and could bite the bullet and make a show of protecting his family's reputation. selfless gesture.

"I never go back on what I said. This is his trophy." With that, he put the wand into Allen's hand.

"Boss Malfoy is mighty!" "Boss Malfoy is indeed a member of the Malfoy family. He indeed has the qualities a noble should have!" The two younger brothers took the opportunity to brag, which made Draco's face look much better.

In fact, who is Draco? It's just because Allen used his family reputation to hold him back. If it were another situation, Draco would ignore Allen.

It's a pity that there is no if, the occasion chosen by Allen is very suitable.

Taking the wand, Allen smiled and inserted it into his windbreaker pocket, and then looked at Professor McGonagall with a look of resignation.

At this time, even if Professor McGonagall was tough and asked Draco to take the wand back, he would be too embarrassed to take it. This is a conspiracy.

Although bullying a child does not bring much sense of accomplishment to Allen, and is not even as emotional as the emotional value of cooking a dish in the kitchen, playing like this occasionally can be regarded as relaxing.

Professor McGonagall did not make any further remarks, but just looked at Allen deeply.

Her intuition told her that this kid would definitely not be an economical person in the future, and he would definitely be more difficult to deal with than all the previous students.

A small conflict could even be considered bullying, but under Allen's control, it turned into a fight-or-treat situation.

If this kind of reasonable use of rules is used in the right way, it will naturally lead to outstanding students, but if it is used to violate school rules...

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but shudder and had a bad feeling.

Putting aside the terrible thoughts in his mind, Professor McGonagall looked at all the students with a serious look on his face, making the students who were talking and laughing stand up straight.

Including Ronald and Harry, who were about to celebrate to Alan, they were all very honest at the moment, for fear of offending Professor McGonagall.

Seeing that his seriousness was still so effective, Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "Hello everyone, I am the professor and vice-principal of this school, Minerva McGonagall. Next, I will lead everyone into the auditorium to start the sorting ceremony before admission. Please stay quiet during this time."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, he turned around and led everyone towards the auditorium.

The door of the auditorium slowly opened under the influence of magic, and the brightly lit auditorium slowly appeared in front of the freshmen.

There were countless candles floating in the sky. There were countless reliefs and several huge floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the auditorium. There were four long tables in the middle of the auditorium. Students from different colleges sat at their respective long tables and watched the freshmen enter.

At the long "C"-shaped table at the end of the auditorium are the professors and the principal.

Allen saw the gray-haired old man sitting in the main seat at a glance.

Albus Dumbledore.

The Eye of Analysis moved quickly, displaying the opponent's level in front of Allen.

[Wizard]

Hunting level: 99

Level 99! This is the highest hunting level Allen has seen so far, and Allen even doubts that this is the highest level that can be achieved!

Undoubtedly, the combat power ceiling!

Allen suddenly worried that his plan would be too much, and would he anger such a big man?

But soon Allen felt that such a big man would definitely not care about students, and coupled with this obviously orderly good camp, he would rather worry about whether he would be killed by him than worrying about him killing himself.......

"Hey, do you know? My brother told me that the entrance ceremony is very dangerous." Ronald said mysteriously to Allen and Harry, "They said that before the sorting ceremony, we need to deal with a fire dragon."

"Deal with a... fire dragon?" Harry looked at Ronald with horror, and suddenly swallowed quietly.

Ronald:.

"I'm talking about a fire dragon!" Ronald reminded, and suddenly glanced at Alan and emphasized, "It's a complete fire dragon, not a piece of dragon liver."

Then Ronald saw Alan swallowing his saliva.

Ronald:!!!

What does this mean, sir? Are you greedy for a fire dragon?

Wake up, that's a fire dragon! A fire dragon that can spray them to death with one bite!

………………Please give me flowers…………0

Alan loosened his collar awkwardly and said, "Sorry, my clothes were a bit tight just now."

I don't believe you, you are clearly greedy for a fire dragon. Ronald's mouth twitched.

Harry, who was standing by, had not yet moved his mind away from the dragon, and asked seriously, "What else is delicious on the dragon's body?"

Alan said without hesitation, "The dragon's heart should be good, and then the dragon's tenderloin. As for other parts, unless special methods are used, they should not be eaten. Of course, the dragon's waist and dragon's testicles are not impossible to taste......"

Alan, who had experienced countless red dragons in his mind, had roughly determined the nature of other parts of the dragon through the strength of the dragon's liver and blood, and even thought about cooking in detail.

Alan's words infected Ronald, who was standing by. Hearing Alan's detailed description, he remembered the taste of eating dragon liver on the train, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Wait! Alan is simply poisonous.

Ronald suddenly came to his senses. They were talking about the trials before the Sorting Ceremony, not where to eat delicious fire dragons...

"Wait... Where are dragon eggs and dragon waists?" Ronald's thoughts also strayed, mainly because he was hungry now. He touched his stomach and asked curiously, "What a strange name."

Alan was silent, looked at the curious eyes of the little wizards around him, and decided not to pollute these underage flowers. He changed the subject abruptly.

"I don't think your worries are necessary," Alan said seriously, "The auditorium is not big enough for a fire dragon to move around, so the trials you think before the Sorting Ceremony may not exist."

Ronald, who was originally thinking about eating a fire dragon, was immediately diverted, "Maybe it's other dangerous trials. They say that the trials are different every year."

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"Oh, those are your brothers over there, right?" Allen pointed to the conspicuous red-haired twins on a long table. "Look at how happy they are smiling."

"Ah? They must want to see me make a fool of myself. Well, they are a little scared. Ellen, have you eaten any food that can make you stronger?"

Although I have, the way you asked is a bit like the sentence structure of a loser with glasses asking Fatty Blue.

Allen, who was a little speechless, glanced at Ronald, "Do you think your brothers are awesome?"

"Uh... it should be okay?" Ronald said stupidly.

"Then how can they beat the fire dragon? The two of them combined are not as big as a dragon's liver." Allen curled his lips and said, "They are just lying to you.

"What...what?" Ronald felt like a fool.

It was only this short distance from the auditorium door to the end point. Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a high chair with a certain old wizard's hat placed on it.

Seeing Professor McGonagall turn around, Ronald didn't dare to speak anymore. He was still immersed in the disillusionment that his brothers had deceived him. Although his brothers had been deceiving him, there was nothing wrong with him.

There was a pause, but Ronald still believed his brother's words like a stupid brother.

Ignoring the confused Ronald, Allen stared at the dusty hat with a dark expression.

Is that the Sorting Hat? It’s too dirty, right? Do you want to wear such a dirty hat on your head?

Just looking at this hat made Alan feel a stench surrounding his nose.

Then Alan was silent for a while, took off his coat, and then used his wand to turn it into a wig and put it on his forehead.

Although Allen, who has been homeless, has seen a lot of dirty scenes, Allen has always insisted on living the best life allowed by the environment.

So he chose to wear a wig to protect his hair from the Sorting Hat.

"The sorting will begin next." Without any trial, Professor McGonagall began the sorting ceremony.

The freshmen breathed a sigh of relief, while the seniors at the four long tables all showed knowing smiles. The students with younger siblings who were enrolled even laughed so much that they wanted to take out a table.

Professor McGonagall has long been accustomed to the almost traditional scams in Hogwarts sorting ceremonies. There is nothing new at all, it is all the so-called sorting trials.

But this is an old tradition, and Professor McGonagall even remembers being deceived in this way.

"Silence, the sorting begins below. The students whose names are called come to the stage." Professor McGonagall's rich voice shook the auditorium. "First, Hannah Abbott."

The Iron Hat King appeared on the stage. She was a girl with an ordinary appearance and temperament. Allen basically forgot about it at a glance.

The girl sat on the high chair. The sorting hat fell on Hannah's head and she was silent for more than ten years and shouted "Hufflepuff." "

The long table belonging to Hufflepuff immediately burst into warm cheers to welcome the new students.

When Allen saw this, his thoughts gradually relaxed.

Which college is suitable for you?

Slytherin is definitely not good, his horoscopes are not compatible.

Ravenclaw? Allen feels that with his [Basic Magic Mastery] talent, he is definitely not low, so it is not impossible for him to choose Ravenclaw himself.

As for Gryffindor... Allen doesn't like it very much. How could he be regarded as a reckless lion when he is so resourceful?

Or Hufflepuff can also be used. It is said that it is very close to the kitchen, and the dean is also a professor of Herbology. When Slytherin cannot be chosen as the college, there is such a dean.

Not bad, maybe you can go to the school greenhouse to find ingredients once it’s cooked.

When you decide, choose Hufflepuff and!.