Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Martha's idea is indeed consistent with common sense, but Allen is not consistent with common sense.

In Allen's opinion, his past is indeed not a hardship. In the past, even in the coldest winter, Allen could live well in the wild with his own abilities, which was much better than starving in an orphanage. .

Martha knelt down to look level with Allen, and touched Allen's light blond hair. "Then, do you want to consider coming to your sister's place for Christmas?"

"I'm afraid that won't work," Allen said helplessly, "I can't say this kind of thing."

Allen even doubted whether he could leave school during the holidays.

"Okay." Martha was also a little helpless. It was impossible to take the students out for the festival, no matter how much they thought about it. "Then let's say goodbye, but remember to come and say goodbye before going to school." Say hello, sister."

Martha touched Allen's hair, still dreaming of taking Allen home.

"Okay." Allen agreed happily.

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Ellen's new clothes are very popular.

Everyone who sees Allen's new clothes will be full of praise. Those with low EQ will praise Allen's clothes as very beautiful and distinctive. People with high EQ will generally say that Allen's temperament is so good that he sets off this clothes. Extraordinarily noble.

Allen is certainly not the kind of person who likes compliments, so he chooses to give people with high emotional intelligence a discount in return.

Well, this is called giving back to old customers selectively, but the selected person happens to have high emotional intelligence.

So people with high emotional intelligence are always very lucky (laughs).

After finishing selling food today, Allen took off the apron he was wearing, picked up the coat hanging next to the hanger on the counter, and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

What is sold today is still blood sausage, but this time Allen does not sell semi-finished products, but does secondary processing himself. Today is smoked blood sausage smoked with apple wood and seasoned with a small amount of apple cider vinegar.

This once again allowed Allen's craftsmanship to be recognized by the wizards, because the wizards found that although the semi-finished products they bought back had amazing magical effects and taste, they were even more delicious than the blood sausage processed by Allen. .

Master Ai once again declined the invitations from some wealthy wizard agents and returned to his room after a busy day.

Black, who was bored in the cage, clucked in welcome when he saw Allen coming back, flapped his wings and flew towards Allen.

At this time, Black has been officially promoted, evolving from the Five Scumbags to level 15. The coat color has become more bluish, and the colored oil on the surface of the feathers has become more obvious. Standing under the sun, it is even more dazzling.

In this evolution, Black's appearance has improved a lot, which is quite successful from a pet's point of view. Black doesn't look like food at all.

Allen looked up and saw that the slightly larger black one was trying to land on his shoulders. He stretched out his hand and pinched the base of its wings, holding it in his hand like a chicken.

"Gah, gah?" Xuanzi raised his head innocently and cried out in grievance.

"The clothes I just bought are not for you to use as a blanket for tiptoeing. They have been pinned to my shoulders for the past month." Allen said without mercy.

Although this suit of clothes has various effects of not staining, it is still new after all, and it is always important to pay attention to the period of new clothes. He specially wears an apron when cooking.

"Quack!" Xuanzi nodded crazily, and then motioned to Allen to let go of it. This kind of action always made it feel as if it was about to be bled from its neck in the next second. It was so scary.

However, Allen did not let go of it, but looked at it with his analytical eyes.

【crow】

Hunting Level: 15

Special abilities: Hatred A+, Solidification Curse B

characteristic:……

[Hate A+]: Lock any person or animal that has had any interaction with the user or a creature related to the user, and track it in real time. This ability cannot be blocked by the anti-human traces spell.

Black's two special abilities have been improved. Allen doesn't know the specific effects, but these tracking-type special abilities can only be strengthened by "signal" and "range".

This is the punishment bird of oral pleasure. If someone dares to write a letter and speak rudely to him, Allen can stand in front of him the next day and point at his nose and ask him to say it again.

He threw Blackie back into the cage, hung the windbreaker on the hanger, sat at the desk and thought about the recipe for a while, and after making some notes about the ingredients of dragon blood, Allen stretched himself and got ready to go to bed.

The life of a wizard is really boring, just like the Muggles of the last century. After dark, apart from sleeping and making humans, they just chat and brag and drink in bars.

Muggles are buried in the information age, but wizards still live a backward life like in the Middle Ages. More often, they need some small Muggle technologies to increase the quality of life.

Allen was lying on the bed. On his left was the Muggle world where the streetlights could still be seen with the curtains drawn. On his right was Diagon Alley, which was extremely dark even though there were lights. There was no comparison at all.

Allen turned over and faced Diagon Alley. It would be better if the lights were dimmed, so he could sleep more peacefully.

After graduating from Hogwarts, you must live in the Muggle world. Of course, you can't live without the magical world occasionally. After all, it is easier to make money here.

Just when Allen was falling asleep thinking about the future, there was suddenly a loud noise downstairs.

Alan and Tom have complained many times about the noise, but Alan has been living there for more than half a month and has long been used to it, as long as he doesn't make any louder noises.

Suddenly, the noise suddenly stopped, and the sudden silence made Allen relax his brows.

But at the next moment, a harsh and almost cheering sound came from downstairs.

The quilt was kicked away, and Allen, who looked unhappy, climbed out of the bed and put on his windbreaker.

Are these drunkards downstairs crazy?

Believe it or not, tomorrow’s cooking will make you all go to the anorectal department?