Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

"What? A troll?" Professor McGonagall stood up quickly after hearing this. "Professor Quirrell, you said a troll appeared in the castle?"

"No... that's right." Quirrell blinked, looked at the empty hall and asked weakly, "Where did everyone go?"

"Oh, maybe they went to find the troll?" Snape, who was sitting next to him, said sinisterly. He glanced at Quirrell with a cold look. "It appeared in the basement. That's a coincidence. Almost all the students in the school are there, including Dumbledore."

Yes, Dumbledore is in the cellar now. What can a troll do if it appears in the basement?

So Professor McGonagall sat down again.

To be precise, there is not only Dumbledore there, but also Filius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, and Pomona Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff. Together, they are half of the top combat power of Hogwarts.

What are you panicking about? Let alone the troll, the dragon is here, and we have to lie down today.

Seeing this scene, Quirrell's face turned pale.

The wonderful plan that I set up to make myself suspicious was actually broken just like that?

There is a principal, two professors and a group of students in the basement? Then what can I do to lure the tiger away from the mountain? These professors in front of me are all boring!

At this time, Alan in the cellar quickly remembered the Halloween accident this year.

It seems that Quirrell released a troll in the basement?

Troll, so dangerous!

Alan looked at Dumbledore who was eating stinky tofu with a face full of enjoyment and had a blank expression.

The 99-level bosses are all here, let alone the troll, even the fire dragon can only add to the meal.

It’s better to have a fire dragon. The troll is useless, and it’s in human form and smells bad. Quirrell, the useless guy, can’t even arrange the attackers.

Soon, the appearance of the troll alerted the ghosts. Alan noticed that a ghost quietly came to Dumbledore and told the professors gathered together about the news of the troll in the basement.

Dumbledore didn’t alarm anyone and left with a short wizard.

That short wizard is Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, with a hunting level of 90, which is higher than Professor McGonagall.

Although it seems that there is only a one-level difference, Allen, who was once stuck at level 39, understands that this one-level difference is the difference in understanding of spells, and the higher the level, the more obvious this difference will be.

If these two big guys personally deal with the troll, what should I worry about?

But Allen still mourned for Quirrell for three seconds in his heart. He didn't know how much effort the other party had put in to get this troll, and it was revealed just like that.

The appearance of the troll means the official start of the plot. Allen decided that he should have less contact with Harry and the others recently, so that they would not think of him if they had any trouble.

"But... the three-headed dog," Allen's eyes were full of desire.

Among the many levels set by professors to protect the Philosopher's Stone, the only one that interested Allen was the three-headed dog. When he saw it, he said that he was greedy for the body of the three-headed dog. "That big guy can eat for a long time, right?

He wanted to taste the meat of the three-headed dog!

"I can't do it." Allen thought. Although he could roast the three-headed dog by himself, doing so would definitely drive Hagrid crazy, and it would be bad to cause trouble for himself. The guy will be the professor of Care of Magical Creatures in the future, and Alan will definitely choose this course.

"Then you can only think of a way to let others help you kill the three-headed dog." Allen's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Alan, what's wrong with you? What are you talking about? What three-headed dog?" Penelo came over and handed Alan a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was wondering which head a creature like a three-headed dog uses to think." Allen took a sip of pumpkin juice. It felt a bit unappetizing, but it was still edible.

Those house elves aren't crazy enough to add all-purpose spice to their drinks.

"It should be that all three heads can think, right?" Penello guessed, "By the way, I just saw a few professors leaving. Did they not like this dinner too much?"

"How could it be? The atmosphere here perfectly fits the atmosphere of the Halloween dinner. It is much more perfect than the fake Halloween atmosphere created by the professors." Allen put down the cup. "Don't think too much, I think the professors must be in a hurry. Will be back soon."

"That's good. I'm just worried that it would be a pity if the professors don't like this kind of dinner. Maybe there won't be such interesting activities in the future," Penello said.

Allen shrugged, "Don't worry, there will be such a Halloween dinner every year from now on, at least until I graduate.'

.............

The existence of the troll did not even attract the attention of the students. Dumbledore and Flitwick took action, and the troll was subdued silently and thrown out of Hogwarts Castle.

Most students knew that there was a troll invasion in the castle because the students who stayed in the auditorium told them.

"There is actually a troll in the basement? This is really scary. Fortunately, Dumbledore is also there." Ronald returned to the common room with lingering fears [Song Ran was a little depressed again, "I always feel like I missed something."

"Why is there a troll in Hogwarts? I suspect someone put it in on purpose!" Harry said seriously.

Then he began to infer guilt and labeled Snape, the most inconspicuous person, as a werewolf.

Alan was listening to Harry's outrageous conjecture (Alan really didn't want to define these words as reasoning) and suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you encountered a huge creature like a troll?"

Allen's words successfully interfered with the savior team's thinking, and it suddenly turned to Allen's problem.

"Encountering a huge monster? You must run." Ronald said without thinking.

"What should I do if I can't run away?" Allen asked.

"Can't run away?" Ronald hesitated, "Resist with magic spells?"

"In fact, most large-sized magical creatures have very high magic resistance [only adults with outstanding strength can defeat them head-on." Hermione said as if to show off, raising her head.

"She understands again." Ronald muttered, earning a glare from Hermione.

"Hermione is right. Most large magical animals are resistant to magic. Most magic cannot penetrate their fur. Of course, this does not mean that they have no weaknesses."

Allen was very enthusiastic and began to teach several people how to deal with huge magical animals. Although Allen has not yet practiced these methods, they are absolutely true [he has communicated with the former dragon trainer Alberta.

Looking at the three people listening attentively, Allen was secretly happy.

"Come on, little brothers, whether I can eat the meat of the three-headed dog depends on whether you are reckless enough."