Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

"Alan Cecil? What's your name? Are you famous? Should I know you?"

Alberta didn't give any face, which made Allen feel a little embarrassed.

When he met Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall's words made him think that he was already famous, but obviously, Alberta taught him a lesson.

However, Allen did not belittle himself. He quickly understood what was going on. His reputation had indeed spread, but the scope of the spread was very limited. Generally, he was in the middle and upper class of wizards, and at least he was a middle-class wizard. Only then will we talk about Allen, after all, his dishes are not cheap.

And the Alberta in front of him... It's not that Allen looks down on him, but he really doesn't look like a person who can spend a few galleons for a plate of food. Plus, he doesn't care much about the news, so it's normal for him not to recognize him. .

This was a bit distressing. Allen touched his chin and thought to himself: How can he convince the other party to provide him with ingredients at a low price?

Allen prefers to regard this big man named Alberta as his food supplier. His hunting level of up to 85 means his strength, which means that he can hunt powerful magical animals from the wild. Get more ingredients.

This is very important before Alan can be on his own and hunt magical beasts himself.

Just when Allen was struggling, there was a loud noise outside the door.

"Alberta, Alberta, my dear Alberta, are you there?" There was only one person's voice, but it suddenly created the noise of several people.

The door was pushed open, the expression on Albert's face became extremely impatient, and he took a step across to block Allen.

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked in. He was wearing a dusty robe and looked like a rat wandering into the sewers stealing cheese.

"Hey, what are you doing at home in broad daylight? Those people who just passed by your stall said you were going to do a big business, so have you finally figured it out? My friend..." The man's mouth was like a machine gun. Without stopping, it didn't take long before he saw Allen standing behind Alberta.

"Aha, this is your new product, right? Well done, it will definitely fetch a good price. Do you need me to help you introduce customers? I tell you that a product of this quality can sell for at least this amount..."

The guy said and stretched out his hand, but was stopped by Alberta.

"He's not cargo, Rat," said Alberta coldly.

This title matched his temperament very well. The corner of Allen's mouth was slightly raised as he looked at the guy opposite with interest.

A wizard with a hunting level of 35.

"What are you doing? I won't compete with you!" The man known as the mouse said unhappily. "Without me, you wouldn't be able to find anyone to help you attract customers. I'm a professional in this area, huh? Wait, this guy is a bit look familiar……"

"I didn't expect you to be a part-time human trafficker, Mr. Douglas." Allen said in a relaxed tone, "Is this guy your friend?"

Although he looked calm, in fact, a small ball of fire had condensed in Allen's hand. This seemingly ordinary little guy was actually an irritable guy, even more irritable than the one who blew up a wall in the bar.

And compared with the smart and small moving target, a tall human body is easier to hit.

Even if there is no hit, any sound from here will immediately attract the attention of the Aurors outside. As long as you don't get taken away by a wave, there will be no risk.

So who should this fireball hit?

Allen's light green pupils reflected the two figures, choosing the lucky ones to receive the baptism of the dragon's breath fireball.

No matter who it was, even a wizard like Alberta, who had a hunting level of 85, would be able to bear a fireball. The wizard's hunting level was reflected in his magic, not his body.

However, things did not develop in the expected direction.

Before the mouse could finish speaking, Alberta held down the mouse's face and used the strength of her arm muscles to lift the thin mouse up.

"I said, I won't do that kind of business. This is the last warning. I live in Diagon Alley, not Diagon Alley." He said and just flicked the rat like a broken sack. After being thrown out, his thin body rolled on the ground several times and did not stop until it hit the wall.

Seeing this scene, Allen thoughtfully put away the dragon's breath fireball.

"Oh, Alberta, you bastard, is this what you did to your brother and me?" The mouse put his hand on his waist and groaned, then stood up with difficulty, "If you don't do it, you won't be made. This business is not about you. I am willing to love you, but I can’t help it if you don’t want to, right?”

Alberta snorted, turned around, put away the Galleons on the table and threw them to Allen, and then threw another bottle of dragon blood to him.

"Don't come to me in the future. As you can see, I have no shortage of so-called clients." Alberta warned, "Take the dragon blood and shut your mouth when you get out. I don't want to hear any random news. "

Allen held money in one hand and dragon's blood in the other, with a face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This is being looked down upon, but it is a good thing to get a bottle of dragon blood for free, and Allen can also see that this wizard named Alberta Douglas has no problem with his character and is a good partner.

But it's a pity that now people just treat me as a child. With this kind of unequal status, nothing can be discussed.

Allen looked at the dragon blood in his arms, thought about it and decided to go back first, and then used practical actions to show that he could indeed purchase dragon blood for a long time.

Use facts to break the stereotypes Albertans have about themselves as children.