Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Just when Allen was about to leave, the mouse that Alberta had thrown into the corner suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Cecil!" the mouse shouted, "You are Mr. Cecil, right?"

Allen stopped and looked at the mouse, "Do you know me?"

"Look at what you said, who can not know you, you know your price in the black market has now risen to 50,000 Galleons." The mouse laughed, got up from the ground, and blocked the door.

50,000 Galleons?

Alberta suddenly raised his head and looked at Allen with astonishment in his eyes.

"Mouse, are you crazy? Why does a child have the right? Did he do something to offend people and someone bought his life?" Alberta asked.

"Hehe, you are wrong about this, those people are reluctant to let Mr. Cecil die, they not only want to live, but also can't get hurt at all, what do you think Alberta, that's 50,000 Galleons, not 500 or 5,000, it's 50,000!" The mouse's throat moved, and he was excited, "You will be rich after this job!"

Allen didn't say anything, just looked back at Alberta.

Alberta's eyes were full of struggle for a while, as if he was struggling constantly in his heart.

This was really beyond Allen's expectations. Allen himself didn't know that he had only made a few dishes and someone had posted a wanted notice on the black market.

It seems that the special effects of those dishes have aroused some people's greed. Now Allen knows why he always feels that someone is watching him when he walks in that alley. Obviously, the passive effect of [Breath Concealment] has always been effective.

Now think about it, at that time, I was probably a walking 50,000 Galleons in the eyes of those wizards. This price is more expensive than Sirius Black's wanted notice. [Breath Concealment] is awesome, but it can't stop people's desire for 50,000 Galleons without being actively turned on.

It seems that the security in Diagon Alley is really good. No one came out to kidnap me.

Allen suddenly realized after listening to the mouse's words, and then looked at Alberta.

50,000 Galleons, this is not a small number, enough for others to take risks.

So what will Alberta choose? He looks like he is short of money.

Alan quietly watched Alberta's struggling expression, and glanced back at the rat that was ready to move.

He had to be prepared for Alberta to turn against him. Although he would be attacked from both sides, it would not be too easy to deal with the rat behind him.

Just be on guard against Alberta's magic...

"Go!" Alberta panted, as if he had made up his mind.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he waved at Alan with a tired expression, "If you know you are worth so much money, don't wander around next time."

This character is a little difficult for Alan to evaluate, and it is so noble that Alan feels a little ashamed of himself.

It's just that Alberta is so noble, but it doesn't mean that the rat is the same.

After hearing Alberta's words, the rat immediately jumped up and couldn't wait to take out his wand.

"Since you don't want it, Alberta, I will accept this unexpected fortune. Don't worry, I will give you a commission." Mouse grinned and stretched out his hand to grab Allen, and with the other hand, he was ready to cast a spell with his wand.

As an old hand in the alley, Mouse knew his own weight. Ten of him tied together would not be a match for Alberta, who killed the fire dragon like a chicken, so he never thought of conflicting with Alberta.

All he had to do was to escape with this golden pig worth 50,000 Galleons.

Although he was not proficient in the magic of apparition transfer, at most the process was a little painful, and he would never let the golden pig lose even a hair.

"Damn it!" Alberta cursed angrily, but it was too late to take out the wand. Mouse's hand was about to be on Allen's shoulder.

The crow made an uneasy cry and flapped its wings to pounce on the mouse to save the master.

At this not very critical moment, Allen turned his head and looked at the mouse with disdain.

Are you kidding? D-level [Neural Reflex Enhancement] is almost twice the reflex speed of an ordinary person. How could a mouse that looks like it is malnourished be able to catch it?

Allen just took a step back to avoid the mouse's dirty hand, and then grabbed the excited Xuan Se, and then reached out to give the mouse a big slap in the face, with smooth and smooth movements.

Snap! The crisp sound was particularly pleasant.

The mouse's body spun in place, and when it turned its head, there was a bright red slap mark on its face. The handprint was perfect, and the fingers and half of the palm were extremely clear.

The mouse in question felt confused at this time. He also realized that he had been slapped, but he couldn't understand why this white and tender little hand was so hard.

Is this a giant monster?

The drowsy mouse knelt down, and Allen took back his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped it, and then threw it on the mouse's face.

"I'm sorry for being rough with your friend, but he's really too jumpy." Alan said, "You don't mind, do you?"

Alberta was stunned, and only woke up when he heard Alan's voice.

"He's not my friend," Alberta explained, looking at Alan's slender arms, "You're really strong."

"I was born with supernatural powers." Alan shook the glass bottle of dragon blood in front of Alberta, "The cooperation is so happily decided, 90 Galleons per pint, by the way, this is not a short-term cooperation, I think you're a good person, and we can consider long-term cooperation later."

As he said, he looked at the mouse with a look of trash, "This kind of person can be used, but don't lower your status and get too entangled with him, you're on your own."

"You..." Alberta's eyes were complicated. This time he wouldn't think that Alan was a careless brat who didn't know the importance of things. Fifty thousand Galleons... even the son of the Minister of Magic couldn't be worth this price. The mouse's recklessness and accidental collision made Alberta realize the weight of Alan.

Moreover, Alan's calm attitude, clear thinking and proud attitude made Alberta less troubled.

"Any questions?" Alan raised his eyebrows.

"90 Galleons is too cheap, do you want to increase it a bit?" Alberta said in a negotiating tone.

This attitude is good, at least he is not treated as an ordinary child.

Alan smiled and expressed his satisfaction, so he euphemistically said "dream on."

PS: Well, it would be better if there were some rewards (embarrassed), is there any big guy who can satisfy the little author's wish?