Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

The first class on Monday morning is Transfiguration. This class is jointly taught by Gryffindor House and Slytherin.

It was during this lesson that Alan returned Draco Malfoy's wand.

"What did you do with my wand?" Draco held his own wand with a look of disgust on his face, because this wand smelled so good now, it smelled like eating hot pot.

Draco's followers smelled it carefully, their stomachs growled, and they said to Draco, "Draco, your wand smells so good."

"Shut up!" Draco yelled at his two stupid followers, then looked at Allen and declared sternly, "I will definitely double the humiliation you brought to me... ...Wait a minute! Where are you going? Stop and listen to what I have to say!"

Allen turned around and left, ignoring Draco's jumping behind him. He sat back in his seat and smacked his lips, still reminiscing about the red oil hot pot last night.

"Sure enough, I still enjoy spicy food, but it's a pity that I can't eat too much, otherwise it will damage my taste buds and affect the taste of other delicious foods." Allen sighed.

"My opinion is, can we have non-spicy hot pot in the future?" Hermione stood next to Allen with a sad look on her face, her resentful eyes as if Allen was a scumbag who always gave up.

Alan coughed dryly and turned his head, seeing Harry standing on the other side of him.

"I said, you will regret it." Harry also stood and said quietly.

"I bet that in every class today, all the Gryffindors are standing." Ronald also joined the conversation.

That's right, half of the students in today's class were standing. Without exception, these people were Gryffindor students. They made everyone in Slytherin Academy look stupid, thinking it was some mysterious ceremony, and many people even followed. Even though I was doing it, I stood still stupidly.

When Professor McGonagall pushed the door open, he saw this strange scene, which frightened the serious Professor McGonagall and thought he was in the wrong classroom.

"What are you all standing for? Sit down quickly." Professor McGonagall said.

The Gryffindors looked at each other with confused expressions.

"Professor," Allen raised his hand and said, "Actually, this is our spontaneous action. In every class, you, the professor, stand while we sit. In this case, some people will not pay attention to the class."

This is simply trampling on the success of your labor, so we Gryffindors spontaneously decided to attend class standing up!"

What Allen said was a righteous statement, as if it really happened, and it almost made the Gryffindors who knew the truth laugh.

But Professor McGonagall didn't know. She thought this was really happening. She said with a pleased expression on her face, "Professor is very happy that you can have such a heart, but standing in class affects other students' listening efficiency too much. You still Sit down."

Some of the Gryffindor students' mouths twitched, some were laughing crazily, but no one sat down.

Professor McGonagall knew something was wrong now. She looked around and finally locked her eyes on Allen.

"Mr. Cecil, why don't you stand?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Can you tell me that you are not a Gryffindor student?"

"Report to the professor, I feel that I don't need it because I am very serious in class." Allen said loudly.

"Then you stand still." Professor McGonagall was already convinced that this matter was definitely related to Allen. Who allowed himself to get close to ask Allen when the other Gryffindor students were laughing? Wasn't this exposed immediately?

So Allen had fun with the people and also stood together for a class.

In the afternoon potions class, this class gave the Gryffindor students a sigh of relief, because they could stand upright in this class.

Today's class is about brewing herbicides. It was their first time to experiment with brewing herbicides, so many people were very excited.

But soon, the Gryffindors' expressions changed.

There was a stench throughout the process of brewing the herbicide, but when Snape was teaching and using his large cauldron to brew the potion, the stench was mixed with a highly distinguishable special aroma.

The spicy flavor of butter hot pot!

Smelling that familiar fragrance, Harry's face twitched and he looked at Ronald who was standing aside and whispered, "Ronald, didn't you wash the pot?"

In order to prevent his secret taking of Snape's cauldron from being revealed, Harry specifically asked Ronald to clean the pot before taking it back.

But why does it still smell so strong today?

"I washed it. I washed it many times. I smelled it and there was no smell anymore." Ronald whispered.

Obviously, Harry and Ronald didn't know how stubborn the smell of hot pot was, and it was impossible for a person who had just finished eating hot pot to smell the smell on the clean crucible.

But this taste is particularly pungent for people who have not eaten hot pot, especially for potion masters.

While the two were discussing in low voices, a shadow enveloped the two of them, and Snape, with cold eyes, walked in front of them at some point.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley," Snape's eyes flashed strangely, "What are you gossiping about in my class?"

Snape naturally smelled the smell from the cauldron, but he didn't know where the smell came from or who made it. Snape himself also knew that he was not popular in other houses, especially Gryffindor.

So everyone in the Gryffindor class is suspected.

So he planned to search class by class to find the guy who did the bad things.

As luck would have it, he bumped into Harry and Ronald.

'."Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please tell me what kind of potion causes this smell?" Snape asked, pointing to his cauldron.

"Sorry sir, we didn't know." Harry and Ronald said with their heads lowered.

Alan told them that if they were caught by Snape, they must not look into his eyes or their thoughts would be read, so Harry and Ronald did not even dare to raise their heads.

Snape was annoyed and said sternly, "Look up!"

Harry and Ronald were frightened. When they raised their heads, their eyes almost met Snape's and they quickly looked away.

At this point, Snape couldn't really let the other person look at him, it was too obvious.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor." Snape said angrily, seemingly declaring victory, but in fact he couldn't find any evidence.

Allen yawned while watching this scene. He poured a small bottle of Flobber caterpillar mucus into the crucible, stirred it for a few times, then added Hokrapu juice and continued stirring.

A thick stench filled the classroom, and Snape was surprised by such a standard odor.

He noticed Allen stirring the potion with a casual look, and walked over in three steps at a time.

"What are you doing? Mr. Cecil." Snape's tone was still harsh.

"Making a potion, Professor, is it obvious, isn't it?" Alan said and casually added a portion of lionfish powder and stirred it for a few times. "That's it."

A pot of herbicide was finished, and Allen looked casual throughout the process.

Snape looked confused. He confirmed that Allen had brewed a very good herbicide, but Allen's actions were obviously so casual...

The Hand of God will always achieve just the right precision. No matter how casual Allen's performance is, no one can compare with the control of heat and various precisions!

Snape had nothing to say and turned to leave, but he had already silently remembered Alan in his heart.

This was genius, Snape was absolutely certain.

It's such a pity why Yang is so annoying with Gryffindor?.