Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Now the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen have regarded Allen as a god-like figure. Before Allen left, many house elves swarmed in and gave Allen the snacks they made.

Without exception, these snacks were rejected.

"I will teach you some tips on desserts when I come next time. Sweetness is not everything in desserts. I will talk about these precautions next time.

Allen stood at the door of the kitchen and said to a group of house elves. All the house elves looked serious, listening to Allen's words as if they were listening to God's will.

At this time, the door outside the kitchen rang, crisp footsteps approached, and soon a beautiful girl walked in.

The girl has a delicate appearance and a tall figure. She is wearing a school uniform with the Ravenclaw mark. She should be a senior student. The robe cannot hide her proud figure that is not suitable for her age.

Her long brown hair is as smooth as a waterfall, draped softly on her shoulders, and her blue eyes are as gentle as water.

The girl was obviously shocked when she saw a group of house elves surrounding Allen. She hesitated for a long time before asking, "What happened?"

"Sorry ma'am, it's the distinguished Mr. Cecil who is teaching us how to cook." Kelly said excitedly, "Kelly is very happy. I haven't talked so much with Kelly in a long time."

"Uh... I'm sorry to bother you, but it's already 7:10, and many students are already waiting for breakfast." the girl reminded.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, we forgot the time. To express our apology, we will serve a more delicious breakfast." Kelly jumped up after hearing this [turned around anxiously to greet the house elves to work.

The kitchen immediately became busy, and the action was even faster than when Allen arrived.

Seeing this scene, Allen felt a little sorry. It seemed that he wasted a lot of their time.

"Are you Ellen Cecil?" The girl's soft voice sounded behind Allen. Allen turned around and saw the girl looking at him with her soft eyes.

"Hello." Allen raised his head and said with a smile, "I'm glad that such a beautiful lady like you can know my name. I wonder if I am honored to know your name."

"My name is Penelo Crevat, and I am the prefect of Ravenclaw." Penelo frowned, so you should call me senior sister. "

"Senior, this title is a bit too alienating. Sister Penello, what do you want from me?" Allen had a smile on his face.

"I'm just a little curious about what's so special about you being called a fanatic, but now it seems like you're not as arrogant and rude as they say." Penello said with a smile.

"Madman? So that's what people from other colleges call me?" Allen touched his chin helplessly.

After all, it's not Gryffindor's reckless character. Ravenclaw, who represents calmness and studiousness, really can't stand Gryffindor's recklessness, and his attitude towards Allen's challenge to Dumbledore will naturally not be good.

"Isn't it? On the first day of school, you announced that you would challenge Principal Dumbledore. You are the first in the history of Hogwarts. Even if you have a hidden secret, you are considered crazy," Penello said.

"There must be pioneers, otherwise everyone feels that they will not be able to surpass Principal Dumbledore in the future, so what's the point of Hogwarts?" Allen spread his hands. "Isn't the point of learning just to surpass the predecessors in the past?"

After hearing this, Penello was stunned for a moment, covered his mouth and smiled, "Your angle is quite interesting."

Seeing the little sister's trembling smile, Allen turned his eyes around and couldn't help but sigh that it was genuine.

"There are many interesting things to say. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? Why don't I make some breakfast and we can chat while we eat." Allen said with a smile.

"You cook?" Penello looked at Allen curiously. "I seem to have heard someone say that you are very famous in Diagon Alley and the dishes you make are very popular.

"This is not what I said myself. The comments of others will never be regarded as my boasting." Allen smiled and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't choose, why don't you choose." Penello said.

I get to choose?

Allen looked at the house elves who were kneading dough again, thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll give it to you."

Next, of course, is the serious noodle, and it is a very technical ramen.

When the dough was stretched lightly in Allen's hands, it gradually transformed from a piece of dough into slender noodles.

This kind of scene is as exaggerated as magic to Europeans.

Then Allen borrowed a spoonful of vegetable stock from the kitchen, seasoned it himself, put the cooked ramen in, and two bowls of ramen were ready.

Although it is only clear soup ramen, the fragrance it exudes is equally attractive.

"This is magic." Penello picked up the noodles with a fork. "I can't believe it was just dough."

"What's more important than the ornamental quality is its taste." Allen extended his hand and said, "Try it."

"Then you're welcome," Penello said, gathering up her hair to reveal her white back neck, expertly tying it into a high ponytail, then picked up a fork, rolled up a circle of noodles and put it into her mouth.

"It's delicious!" Her eyes lit up. "It has a very refreshing feeling, and the noodles taste great."

As she said this, she couldn't help but take another bite. She accidentally made a sound because she sucked it too fast, which made her cover her mouth in embarrassment.

"The noodle soup will inevitably make some noise when you eat it, don't worry about it," Alan said, but he didn't eat the noodles without a fork, and skillfully took out Draco's wand [and turned it into a chopstick and copied it three times in a row.

Two pairs of chopsticks appeared on the table.

"That...is someone else's wand?" Penello blinked. "Why do you have someone else's wand?"

"There was a kid who wasn't very polite, so I gave him a lesson, and his wand belongs to me for this week." Allen handed one of the chopsticks to Penello.

"Then he's in trouble. Many courses require the use of wands. I hope he has a spare wand." Penello tilted her head and looked at Ellen, a strand of hair hanging down beside her face. "But in school The freshmen in the first grade are the youngest, aren’t the children you are talking about your peers?”

"Maturity does not depend on age." Allen put the chopsticks into Penello's hands. "Using this tableware requires some skills. Do you want me to teach you?"

"I can learn it," Penello looked at the way Allen held the chopsticks and tried it himself, but couldn't figure it out. "It's a bit difficult."

"You didn't hold it properly," Allen stretched out his hand to correct Penelo's posture with the chopsticks.

This action would inevitably lead to contact with each other. Allen glanced at Penello and found that the other person was also looking at him, with a calm look in his eyes.

So Allen blinked his left eye and smiled at Penello.

This action would have seemed quite greasy to anyone else, but Allen had the advantages of age and good looks, which made Penello laugh.

"It seems that learning to use chopsticks is a very difficult thing. I'm worried that I will forget it." Penello covered her mouth and laughed.

"It's okay, you can come to me and I'll teach you how to do it." Allen replied with a sunny smile. .