Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

It's snowing at Hogwarts.

Small snowflakes were falling sparsely outside during class time, and by the time get out of class was about to end, the snowflakes outside were already like goose feathers.

Alan, who was taking History of Magic, yawned and stared at the falling snow outside the window.

Students like him, because this class is History of Magic, the most boring class at Hogwarts [Alan thinks that even identifying the eight planets and drawing star maps in the observatory of Hogwarts after curfew is more interesting than this.

The students sitting here now seem to be still in the classroom, but in fact they have been gone for a while, and they can't wait to play in the snow.

Sure enough, when Cuthbert Binns, the ghost teacher in charge of teaching the History of Magic course, announced that get out of class was over, the students rushed out of the classroom in cheers and ran towards the courtyard outside the castle.

Watching the others leave, Allen walked to the window, opened it, took a breath of fresh cold air, and then waved to the sky.

A crow covered in white snowflakes rushed down, landed in front of Allen, and nuzzled Allen affectionately.

"Go ahead and send me a letter to Penello." Allen handed the envelope in his hand to Black and said.

Black held the envelope in his mouth and waved his wings and flew away, flying like a solitary boat into the distance in a sea of ​​snowflakes.

After Allen watched the black color disappear, he looked down at the little wizards who were making noise in the courtyard downstairs.

Whether it is a young wizard or a Muggle child, the only thing they can do on a snowy day is to have snowball fights and make snowmen, but compared to Muggles, wizards have a little more fun.

Those who build snowmen are quite normal, they just use magic to help make the snowmen more realistic, but those who have snowball fights go too far.

Use magic spells to control the snowball to get bigger and bigger and then directly hit people in the face, or simply control magic to chase people and then bury them in a pile of snow.

It was still early, so Alan didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he watched George and Fred control the snowball to attack Quirrell, hitting him on the back of the head.

Even after suffering such humiliation, Quirrell still dared not speak out. Voldemort, who was worried about exposing his head, did not even dare to clean the turban on his head. Instead, he covered his head and ran into the castle.

Allen watched the farce and threw a calming candy into his mouth, then turned around and left.

Before heading to the Room of Requirement, Alan went to the kitchen to ask Karen, the house elf, for help.

After receiving the assurance, Allen went to the Room of Requirement.

In the letter sent to Penello, Allen did not write down the room type of the Room of Requirement as usual. When Allen arrived at the corridor on the eighth floor, Penello was already standing in front of the Room of Requirement.

"Sorry, I'm late." Allen smiled apologetically at Penello.

"It doesn't matter, I just came over." Penello said softly, "It's a little late for your appointment with me today? Do you want to go to dinner together later?"

"No, I specially invited you at this time this time." Allen said, "I don't think I have officially invited you to taste the dishes I cooked.

"Then I think I'm in for a treat today. Maybe I should dress more formally?" Penello covered her mouth and chuckled.

"You look good no matter what you wear." Allen said as he came to the Room of Requirement. "Come on, let's get to the point.

After the same steps, the door to the Room of Requirement appears.

"So is this a suitable room for dining?" Penello asked.

Since discovering the Room of Requirement, Allen and Penello have only used three types of rooms, namely the library and the kitchen room where the magic range is tested.

"It can be said that it is indeed suitable for dining, but besides being suitable for dining, its atmosphere is also very unique." Allen stood in front of the door and pushed open the door sideways. As the door opened, candlelight was lit one by one. Floating candlesticks throughout the room come into view.

Then there was a carpet of petals covering the room, and the entire room was surrounded by an elegant floral fragrance. In the middle of the petals was a dining table, with a golden magic harp playing sweet music next to it. Everything is so beautiful.

Penello was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in front of him, while Allen gave a thumbs up to Kelly who quietly appeared behind him.

"Could the Room of Requirement be formed here?" Penello suddenly turned around and wondered, "The Room of Requirement can't get fresh petals, right?"

"I think it's better to appreciate the beauty in front of you if we want to delve deeper into this matter." Allen was ashamed of Penello's thirst for knowledge. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?"

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"Yes, it's a very good environment, especially suitable for confession." Penello turned to look at Allen, her eyes sparkling. Although there was no flying skirt, Penello's smile while standing among the petals was still heart-warming. , it was what she said that made Allen feel unfriendly.

"Are you going to confess to me, Alan?" Penello asked.

Allen smiled bitterly and said, "You are indeed the smartest and most beautiful girl in Ravenclaw, but it makes me a little embarrassed when you say it. I still want to enhance the atmosphere."

"That's a waste of time. With that time, we can learn spells, discuss papers, and do many meaningful things. Why waste it on irrelevant things?" Penello took the initiative at this moment, she When we walked in front of Allen, we were so close that we could feel each other's breathing." Next, I want to ask you a few questions.

"I'll tell you everything I know," Allen said.

Penello bit her lower lip and summoned up the courage to say, "Don't you care that I'm older than you? There's a five-year age difference between us."

"Do you think I look like a child?" Allen laughed.

"No, you're nothing like you, and you've always had bad thoughts in your heart. I don't even know when you'll hit me," Penello couldn't help laughing after hearing this [then stretched out his finger to poke Ai Ren's head "You didn't answer my question."

"My answer is obvious," Allen said. "Of course I don't care."

"Then you should know that I am now in the sixth grade. Even if we are together, I can only accompany you for one more year. After graduation, I need to find a job. As a Muggle-born wizard, I need to pay more. Try as I might, I might not even have time to write to you," Penello said.

"This question may be simpler than the last question." Allen smiled and suddenly stepped forward and hugged Penello's waist. Such a bold move made Penello's face turn red.

The two looked at each other, watching Penello's snow-like skin turn red. Allen smiled and said, "My career needs the help of a trustworthy and very smart person. Are you willing to help me?"