Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Dumbledore heard his old friends praise Alan Cecil's cooking skills more than once. He thought he was mentally prepared enough, but when he actually started eating, Dumbledore found that he was still not mentally prepared enough.

Dumbledore was stunned for a while holding the bowl, as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. It took him a while before he came back to his senses.

"It's really amazing," Dumbledore said. "I've never experienced such a wonderful taste."

"Of course, after all, I only entered the wizarding world this year." Allen said without any surprise, "Only I can make this taste.

The implication is that the wizard's chefs are just younger brothers, and together they are no match for him.

"Although this sentence is a bit arrogant, I have to admit it," Dumbledore sighed. "In the morning, Filius... your Charms Professor came to the principal's office specifically to ask me if Hogwarts would change its chef. Yes, today's breakfast was a little late but it tasted surprisingly good [I asked the house elf specifically and found out it was because of you.

"So this is why the principal found me?" Allen finished the soup and started to chew the chicken. While eating, he said, "Principal, why don't you eat it? This meat tastes even better than the soup."

Dumbledore, who originally wanted to continue talking, couldn't help but look at the chicken drumsticks in the bowl after hearing this. He hesitated for less than a second and then started eating as per the advice.

As soon as the chicken leg was taken into his mouth, the elastic chicken skin and muscles seemed to punch his mouth. This weight included the sweetness of the soup and the chicken soup. Such delicious and elastic meat made Dumbledore linger.

But it was a pity that he only had one chicken leg. By the time he came to his senses, Allen had already finished eating most of the chicken, and the remaining half was also pecked by Black.

"Mr. Principal, you are eating a little slowly," Allen wiped his hands and said, "But this is good, it helps with digestion."

Dumbledore smiled after hearing this. He put down the bowl in his hand and let it turn back into stone naturally. The whole process was so smooth that Allen's only feeling after watching it was that it was natural.

Dumbledore's magical attainments are truly terrifying.

"I feel relieved after seeing your performance." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I thought you were a student who was eager for quick success and quick success. There have been many such students in the history of Hog (Bhag) Watts, but none of them were like You bluntly challenged the principal at the beginning of the school year."

"I told you, this was all forced by Mr. Ollivander." Allen said helplessly.

"But you still agreed to Mr. Ollivander's request, didn't you?" Dumbledore smiled and said suddenly, "Can you show me your wand?"

"No problem." Allen handed the wand to Dumbledore readily. Dumbledore looked at it carefully and nodded. "Twelve thousand Galleons is not expensive for this wand. It is just the cost price. In fact, if If you take this wand apart, the entire unicorn horn inside can even be sold for twenty thousand galleons."

"Twenty thousand? Doesn't Mr. Ollivander lose money?" Allen said in surprise.

"Losing money is nothing. Ollivander will not destroy the wand he made. And no one can use this wand except you. Giving it to you is the best destination for it." Dumbledore said.

"Maybe it's because I'm brave? So the wand recognizes me? I originally wanted to go to Hufflepuff, but you see, the Sorting Hat sent me to Gryffindor instead." Allen spread his hands and said helplessly.

"There is nothing wrong with the Sorting Hat. Your qualities are very suitable for Gryffindor. You have fully implemented the spirit of Gryffindor by threatening to challenge me. What is more valuable is that you are not a person who is eager for quick success and quick success. You have lofty ideals and ambitions but know how to be down-to-earth. Student, "I believe your future is limitless." Dumbledore praised.

"I think so. After all, I have already thought about what I will do after graduation. As a chef, no one in the world can defeat me in terms of cooking skills." Allen smiled.

"I believe this, then do you want to consider staying in school after graduation? I can hand over the kitchen of Hogwarts to you." Dumbledore said jokingly.

"This...is still exempt." Allen shook his head crazily.

It's okay to keep him as a professor, but what's the point of keeping him as a cook?

"Haha, I was just joking." Dumbledore said as he stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly he turned back and said, "By the way, you should know Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of the school, right?"

"Of course, we met at the Leaky Cauldron." Allen nodded.

"He wants me to tell you," Dumbledore also spread his hands with a helpless look, "Don't go near the Forbidden Forest, he will stare at you.'

Allen scratched his face in embarrassment after hearing this, "Is this a warning?"

"I think so," Dumbledore said, suddenly winking at Alan, "but I guess it should be fine if he doesn't find out."

Is this encouraging me to go to the Forbidden Forest?

Allen asked with some uncertainty, "What do you mean?"

"I didn't say anything. I just came to convey Hagrid's words. You have to be careful. Hagrid is very familiar with the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore did not speak directly, but his attitude was obvious.

Dumbledore did not intend to prevent Allen from entering the Forbidden Forest. Obviously, Mr. Ollivander's pattern was still a bit bad. Dumbledore, who liked to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, did not intend to interfere with Allen's entry into the Forbidden Forest. Naturally, he would not stop because of Allen. When he sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, he was forced to have a wand test with Allen.

His attitude is very obvious. I acquiesce in your attempt to enter the Forbidden Forest. As long as you are not caught on the spot, he will pretend that he has not seen you no matter how arrogant you act.

It can only be said that Dumbledore is worthy of being the headmaster, and the pattern is perfect.

Of course, Allen felt that his bowl of chicken soup might have played a big role.

"Reciprocate the favor. Since the principal is so sensible, I have to consider the principal's share when cooking." Allen touched his chin and said helplessly to himself.

Lunch was already finished, and after Alan packed up the garbage he left behind, he looked at the calm black lake again.

"Big squid...I will have to try it sooner or later!" Allen made up his mind.

At the same time, the big squid, which was hiding at the bottom of the lake and touching the parts of its body that had been burned by the high temperature, suddenly felt a chill, as if it was being targeted by something dangerous.

This feeling is exactly the same as the feeling of being stared at by that little boy by the lake just now.

Has that little boy not given up yet?

The big squid felt the deep malice, and its body curled up together without bringing any warmth to itself. Only a faint scent of meat floated from its wound.

Wow, why do you smell so good?