Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Allen's words, "I'll borrow the kitchen tools," made the house elves lose their ability.

This house elf has been serving Hogwarts for more than fifty years. He has never heard of any little wizard coming over and asking to borrow the kitchen. Even his predecessors have never heard of such a request.

"Are you sure you want to borrow the kitchen?" The house elf hesitated. "Theoretically, there is no problem, as long as it doesn't delay the dinner time, but what do you want to borrow the kitchen for?"

"Make yourself something to eat, and also tell you how to cook delicious food." Allen threw the book in his hand to the house elf and said, "Hold it for me."

The house elf hurriedly caught Allen's book, and followed Allen in a panic: "Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean, but we have been cooking for Hogwarts for decades. There has never been a problem, and no one in the 543 said our food was not delicious.”

"That's because I didn't come. You should have studied long ago when I came. I felt very uncomfortable after last night's dinner." Allen pulled up his sleeves and came to the side of a house elf.

The house elf raised his fingers to control a ball of dough and knead it in the air. With the help of magic, the dough quickly evacuated the air and was sent to the oven.

"Please give me your seat." Allen politely patted the house elf and motioned for him to make room for himself.

The house elf was also puzzled, but he still did as he was told.

"Actually, you don't need to learn anything extra. The main thing you need to learn is heat and seasoning. Magic is indeed very convenient, but there is always a slight gap in taste."

Allen did not cook, but picked up the condiments on the table, smelled the bottles, confirmed the category and taste, and started mixing.

He didn't cook any of the dishes, and there wasn't the right seasoning here. It was either smoked bacon sausage or some vegetables and beans. A dinner party like last night certainly couldn't be held at any time, and the Hogwarts kitchen certainly didn't. There will be so many materials prepared.

Allen plans to prepare a special all-purpose seasoning that will taste delicious even on cooking soles.

It is difficult for ordinary people to do it, but Allen's divine hand can accurately control the ratio to achieve perfect results.

Soon, Allen mixed the proportions, and then handed this small amount of mixed seasoning to the house elf beside him.

"Go, use this seasoning to cook me an omelette and bacon. This amount can make about three servings," Allen said.

The house elf doubtfully took the plate of condiments and left. Allen sat aside, drinking the black tea brought to him by the restless house elf, and watching the busy house elf thinking silently.

Allen's vision for his future must include a high-end restaurant, which requires a large number of employees, and house elves are the best employees.

However, hiring house elves is very troublesome. Generally, only pure-blood wizards with a long history can have one or two house elves. Pure-blood wizards will occasionally let house elves intermarry and give birth to successor house elves.

There is no doubt about the loyalty of house elves. Even if the wizard's family is in decline, they will never leave them. This is not because of the so-called contract constraints. The servility specially created by wizards even makes them feel that house elves without a master are a shame to the race.

Allen has no intention of changing this phenomenon. Just kidding, he is considered a vested interest, so why should he ask for trouble?

But this also means that it is very difficult for Allen to obtain a house elf. Except for Dobby, a house elf who has some brain problems in the future and is not very servile, there are no free house elves in the world.

Then there are few ways for Allen to obtain house elves, and the most likely one is the house elves from Hogwarts in front of him.

The difficulty in getting a house elf from here is that Alan needs to mentally defeat Dumbledore's image in the house elf's mind.

This is more difficult than defeating Dumbledore himself.

"Take your time, let these house elves worship me first [and then try to do it slowly... If it doesn't work, you can only use that method." Allen took a leisurely sip of black tea.

He still has seven years, so there is no rush.

Suddenly a strange fragrance wafted into the kitchen.

All the house elves who were working hard stopped and looked at the house elf who was cooking a special breakfast with surprised eyes.

The seemingly ordinary eggs and bacon in the pan now exude an alluring aroma. The aroma has surpassed the food they usually make! It is even slightly inferior to the major dinner parties... …

And it's all because of that magical sauce!

The pan floated up, and just enough fried eggs and bacon were placed on the plate, and then two pieces of white bread browned on both sides were placed aside.

Then the elf who commanded the other house elves picked up the breakfast and walked to Allen holding the plate like a tribute.

At this time, all the house elves looked at Allen with admiration. Just the magical effect of the condiment conquered them all!

Allen calmly took the dinner plate from the house elf's hand and picked up the knife to cut open the omelette.

The right amount of soft-boiled egg yolk mixed with the wonderful smell of spices, as if it brings people to spring.

Then Allen took a bite, nodded and said, "Not bad."

The house elf in front of him immediately looked flattered.

Allen finished his breakfast quickly, wiped his mouth and looked at the house elf in the mask, "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Kelly." The house elf said.

"The talent is good. When you come to borrow the kitchen in the future, you can watch and learn from the side." Allen said.

"Thank you very much, sir, but..." Kelly said, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, "Can... can you tell us how the seasoning was prepared?"

"That's no problem. This is a thank you for lending me the kitchen, but you can't spread this recipe." Allen said. 1.7

"Of course, don't worry, even if our beloved Dumbledore asks, we won't tell him!" Kelly promised.

"That's good." Allen said casually.

In fact, he didn't care about this formula. The so-called universal formula actually performed well in all aspects, but it was only good.

The truly perfect seasoning still depends on the cooking techniques and ingredients, so the upper limit of this formula is not high, but this formula can at least improve the taste of Hogwarts food and make Ellen willing to eat it.

ps: Let me explain here that this book will not follow the main line of the original work. The protagonist has his own clear purpose. There is no need to worry about the protagonist doing such childish things with the savior team. Entering Gryffindor is a plot requirement, not joining the savior team.