Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

When there was no class, Allen was still thinking about dishes, to be precise, dishes belonging to ghosts.

Although Allen doesn't need Peeves to help him with anything now, Allen is still very interested in this sudden idea of ​​his. Life is about constantly having fun. If you can't find other people's fun, then just go with it. Have some fun with yourself.

Such as inventing a delicacy that can be enjoyed by both ghosts and humans.

Halloween is coming soon, and Alan thinks he might be able to give the ghosts of Hogwarts a surprise.

This doesn't make any sense. Those ghosts belong to Hogwarts and obey the principal's orders. They will never fall in love with Allen as a student because of some small favors.

But who cares about the tendencies of those ghosts? Allen just wants to do what he likes. Cook a satisfying meal for the ghosts. This is something Allen has never experienced.

So Alan found Nick, hoping that he could help him taste the dishes.

"Oh, you said you wanted to invite me to try the food?" Nick was surprised. "Are you serious? You know the food that ghosts can taste is different from the food that humans can eat."

"It's an interesting challenge, isn't it? Not only do I want to make food that ghosts can eat, but I also want to make food that both parties can enjoy, so it's just an appetizer for now." Allen said with a smile.

"Great idea, it's my honor to be able to help you." Nick bowed to Allen and pulled his head down to show his "brain hole" to Allen.

"So where does this tasting feast begin?" Nick asked cheerfully.

"Naturally, let's start with the ingredients. I have a few ingredients that I need you to pick out." Allen said, "Come out with me if it's convenient. Those ingredients... are not suitable for inspection indoors."

Just the smell of food that matches the taste of ghosts, if turned on indoors, is a biochemical weapon, which can kill a whole room of people.

It is still the open space next to the dock. It is too remote and is very suitable for experiments. The traces left by Allen and the Weasley twins from the last experiment are still here.

After arriving at this clearing, Allen opened his small bag and began to take out things from inside.

A red and yellow can, a black liquid tied tightly in a transparent plastic bag, and a bird in a glass jar.

"Are these ingredients?" Nick looked at (bhdg) and was a little skeptical. "It doesn't look like something edible."

"Well...some of them are considered...condiments, but some of them...I haven't actually used them.

Allen placed these things on the ground one by one. "Let's start one by one. The first is the most classic... canned herring."

Allen picked up the canned herring, thought for a moment and put on gloves, and then thought about putting a bubble spell on himself.

The head bubble spell will form a magic bubble to wrap around the eater's head, allowing the user to breathe in harsh environments.

But in the end, Allen still felt uneasy and used deformation to create a disposable protective suit and put it on.

The wizard with the Transformation Spell is really convenient. As long as he has a concept, he can transform the tools he needs to use, and he can transform anything that is not too complicated.

After Allen was fully armed and put on protective clothing, Nick beside him was already "sweating profusely".

Wiping the non-existent sweat on his head, Bianke asked, "Is this food so dangerous? You actually wrapped yourself up so tightly.

"Just in case, I'm mainly worried that the smell will stain my body and make it difficult to wash." Allen said seriously, "Get ready, I'm going to take it apart."

Hearing Allen's words, Nick felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He had no choice but to do so. Allen's performance was too cautious and he couldn't panic.

As the can was torn open bit by bit, Allen's expression became more and more solemn and his movements became lighter and lighter, as if he was about to launch a bomb [Shidong's expression continued to change in anticipation and fear.

...

With a soft sound, the can was opened. There was no explosion, but an indescribable stench filled the air.

"This taste..." Nick's expression froze instantly. "Oh my god, what a delicious fish flavor this is!"

Nick is indeed a ghost, and the taste is unique. The extreme odor caused by the special fermentation method of canned herring can be described as delicious by him.

It was obvious that Nick was not lying. He even moved to Alan's hand to smell the smell.

"Wait a minute, your action is considered eating, right? Don't worry, I said I would make a food that is perfect for ghosts and wizards.

Allen waved his hand and tried to drive Nick away, but his hand could only pass through Nick's body weakly.

"Sorry, I'm rude." Nick floated away. "I just didn't expect Muggles to have such delicious food. Are their tastes as unique as ghosts?"

"No, even Muggles who like to eat canned herrings will not smell this smell like you." Alan tore open the can and used a few branches to fork a few fish.

At this time, Alan missed Draco's wand very much. It would be absolutely delicious to marinate other people's wands with herring juice at this time.

Allen conjured up a small pot, filled it with oil, then wiped off the juice and washed the herring several times, seasoned it, wrapped it in egg liquid and bread crumbs and threw it into the small pot for frying.

Soon, the golden canned fried rays came out of the pan.

Nick on the side came over, with a look of regret on his face, "Oh, you can see that it is golden in color. If I were still alive, I would be eager to get a piece of it, but now, I can only say that it tastes bad."

Alan was not surprised, because what the ghost cared about was the pungent smell, so he picked up a piece of fried fish and tore it open in front of Nick.

In an instant, a mixed smell of pungent odor and the unique flavor of fried food poured into Nick's body. Nick's body trembled and he let out a long sigh floating in the air.

"Merlin's beard!" Nick looked up and exclaimed, and then his head almost fell off, with only a stubborn bit of skin hanging his head around his neck.

This scene looks extremely scary, but Alan is used to it, and Nick often plays with his brain whenever he has nothing to do.

"It seems you are very satisfied," Allen smiled. "You feel the real deliciousness [right?"

"That's right, it's simply a miracle. The exciting stench brought a truly delicious fragrance into my body. Oh my god, I'm so happy." Nick was so moved that he almost cried.

When Allen saw this, he tore off a small piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth. The smell instantly surged out of his nose, but the smell of deep-fried oil and the unique umami taste of pickled fish hit Allen like a fist. in the mouth.

"Special style of delicious food." Allen nodded.

It's a bit like stinky mandarin fish, but the flavor is more unique.

Alan put down the fried fish and planned to go back and give it to others to try, and then said to the excited Nick, "Don't be excited, we have other dishes to try next."