Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Allen's gaze made Martha feel a little strange. This scrutinizing gaze actually made her feel a little nervous, just like the feeling she had when her teacher stared at her work before she started school.

This is the first time she has encountered such a customer since she inherited her family's high-end custom clothing store last year.

But this kid... Although his appearance is impeccable, he is too young to look like a big shot in the industry, and the clothes he is wearing don't even look like he can customize clothes in his own store.

If it were an ordinary-looking person, even a child, Martha would think of driving them away at this time, but Allen's face was so approachable that Martha couldn't say anything to drive them away.

"Child, did you go the wrong way?" Martha squatted down, unable to outline her exquisite figure, and asked in a friendly tone, "Are you separated from your parents?"

"No, I'm here to customize clothes." Allen looked at Martha inexplicably. "Does custom-made clothes require parents to accompany you?"

"That's not true, it's just..." Martha looked at Allen's simple clothes and said politely, "The prices here are a little bit expensive."

"Oh, it's okay. I'll do what I can." Allen walked to the cloth hanging on the wall. "I need custom-made clothes that are dust-proof, odor-proof, and oil-proof. How much does it cost?"

The difference between this place and Madam Malkin's Robe Store is that the custom-made clothes here can have some simple magical effects, such as dust-proof, oil-proof and oil-smoke-proof, and even waterproof magic fabrics.

"The price of this kind of fabric is not cheap. It costs twenty galleons per foot." Martha said, "Based on your size, one set may need two feet, plus 50% of the fabric price for craftsmanship, one set of clothes. It costs about sixty galleons."

It's really not cheap.

Allen, who originally planned to order three sets, touched his chin and hesitated before saying, "Then let's order one set first."

"Are you sure? My child, at your current age, you might not be able to wear your custom-made clothes next year." Martha reminded, "Custom-made clothes are very suitable for the size. If you are long, you will be uncomfortable wearing them." of."

"It's okay, I'll just change it the next year." Allen said calmly.

He had to eat delicious food and wear comfortable clothes. He had no choice in wandering before, but now he didn't intend to wrong himself. Isn't it just about money? As a time traveler, Allen firmly believes that he will not be lacking.

"Okay, then please come in and I will measure your size." Martha said as she secretly glanced at Allen's face and closed the curtain.

Allen threw aside the black clothes on his shoulders and followed Martha behind the curtain.

"Ma'am, you don't need to touch and touch like this just to measure your arm span, right?" Allen's helpless voice came from behind the curtain.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but this is to fit your body better."

"So... is pinching your face also part of the measurement?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it, you look so cute."

Five minutes later, after finishing measuring (molesting) (harassing), ruler (tying) and coding (binding), Martha recorded Allen's physical data with a smile and said, "It will take about three days to customize. Please pick it up after three days. But you need to pay a 10% deposit now.”

Allen nodded, took out six gold coins and handed them to Martha.

"I haven't asked you what to call me yet," Martha asked kindly.

"Alan Cecil," said Alan.

"Are you Ellen Cecil?" Martha said in surprise.

"You know me?" Allen glanced at Martha. "What's wrong with me?"

"You are younger than I thought. I didn't expect you to be able to make dishes that are praised by so many people at such a young age. I have heard about you from many customers." Martha blinked. "If you can give If I try your cooking, maybe I can give you a discount."

Before Martha finished speaking, Allen delivered a paper bag in front of her.

"I'll do what I say." Allen said with a smile.

Martha didn't expect Allen to move so fast. She was just planning to make a joke, but she was a little embarrassed.

"Eat with confidence. If you are not satisfied, I will be embarrassed to ask you for a discount." Allen pretended to be generous and gave Martha a step.

Hearing that Martha had no reason to refuse, she had no choice but to open the paper bag handed over by Allen and took out a piece of rock candy biting cabbage.

The crispy fried cabbage has been divided, and now Allen only has rock sugar chewy cabbage.

Seeing the chewy cabbage wrapped in sugar coating in her hand, Martha picked one up and stuffed it into her mouth. After chewing it for a few times, her already big eyes widened even more.

"This...this tastes really delicious." Martha exclaimed.

"As long as you're satisfied, then I wonder how much discount I can get for this handmade snack?" Allen asked, raising his eyebrows.

"This..." Martha covered her mouth in distress, quietly glanced at the empty store, clasped her hands together, bowed with a cute look, and said in a coaxing tone, "Little brother, it's not easy for my sister to do business. Let’s forget it this time, okay?”

"That won't work." Allen squinted his eyes. "You have to be honest whether you are a person or a business, big sister =, are you going to regret it?"

After saying that, he looked aggrieved and stared at Martha pitifully with his big eyes.

Martha covered her chest and felt that her heart had been hit. She whimpered and said, "Okay, don't look at me like that. Be careful when I take you home!"

Martha deliberately made a fierce expression, and then returned the six galleons to Allen, "Okay, I'll give you a 10% discount, and the deposit will be waived. Remember to give me 50 galleons when you pick up the clothes in three days!" "

"Ah? Is it only 10% off?" Allen said disappointedly.

"Don't talk! I won't listen to you!" Martha covered her ears and closed her eyes without even looking at Allen. "You can't even try to seduce me."

Hey, woman.

Allen curled his lips, but still sweetly said thank you to his sister, and then left the store.

When Allen walked away, Martha put down the hand covering her ears, opened her eyes, covered her face with regret, her elegant temperament completely destroyed, and whispered, "Wow, that sister's scream is so sweet, so good I want to take it home and raise it!”