Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Finally, the stench ended when Alan threw the pickled puffin into the black lake.

Seeing the smell spreading in the water and the salted puffin gradually sinking, both Alan and Nick breathed a sigh of relief.

"To be honest, this is really terrible. Are those Muggles devils? How could they eat such disgusting things?" Nick sighed.

"The customs and customs are different. I don't understand it, but I respect it. But at least I know that even ghosts can't stand the terrible smell." Allen said.

Nick protested rather dissatisfied, "What we ghosts like is the smell of rotten food, not the smell of excrement!"

Alan was noncommittal. To be honest, if a piece of food rotted to the point of getting maggots, Alan wouldn't think there was any difference between it and feces.

"Hey, have you two vomited enough? Are you ready to leave?" Allen shouted from a distance towards George and Fred "753".

George looked exhausted. He raised his head and glanced at Allen. He was about to say something but couldn't help but spit it out.

Allen's face turned dark, what the hell do you mean? Who are you insulting by looking at me spitting it out? He immediately chose to leave with Nick regardless of their plans.

At this moment, a strange sound of water came from the black lake behind them. Alan and Nick turned around and found that at some point, the big squid in the black lake had surfaced.

At this time, the big squid was very angry, waving its tentacles and throwing something towards the shore.

Before the thing could even fly, the terrifying substance-like smell had already drifted over.

Allen's expression changed, and without thinking, he pulled out his wand and held it in front of him, "Protect everything!"

A circular shield appeared in front of Allen. At this time, the thing thrown by the big squid in the sky exploded with a "pop" because it could not withstand the pressure difference between the inside and outside.

Gray, yellow, black, semi-liquids of various colors flew everywhere, hitting the shield in front of Allen and splashing "flowers" of different colors.

Behind Allen, the Wei Silai twins were howling like ghosts.

"Why is there shit in the sky?"

There was only so much content in a ball of pickled puffin, which was evenly sprinkled by the big squid on the shore of the black lake. As Allen removed the shield, puddles of foul-smelling liquid fell to the ground.

George and Fred, who had not taken precautions in advance, had turned into indescribable odor-spreading monsters, and now they became a ball again.

Allen covered his nose and looked at the two of them, and then saw the giant squid waving its tentacles in the lake to express anger and condemning Allen for littering and destroying the environment of the Black Lake.

Allen's eyes became evil, as if he was planning something. The big squid under the water immediately felt something, trembled twice, and swam away quickly.

Seeing the big squid swimming away, Allen looked away, wondering when he would have the opportunity to secretly cut off the tentacles of a big squid and cook it on a teppanyaki [but when he saw the Weasley twins who were covered in the smell of spring, they immediately lost their appetite.

Not only the twins, this land is basically useless.

Allen used magic to turn over the land, covering up the stinking foreign matter. He sighed in his heart, knowing that he had lost this land suitable for experiments.

"Clean up." Alan's last act of kindness led him to use a cleaning spell on the Weasley twins. However, although this spell was easy to use, it was not very effective at cleaning up the fruity smell.

The two of them still stun their eyes.

"You two can figure it out for yourself." Allen really didn't want to go with these two people, so he trotted towards the castle.

Nick followed closely. After all, he had nothing serious to talk to Alan about.

"Thank you so much, Alan," Nick floated behind Alan and thanked him sincerely.

"It's a little effort," Allen said, "Although there are only two dishes, I think this should be enough. The dinner for your ghosts will not only allow you ghosts to get together, but also invite the living friends you want to invite.

Allen thought for a while and continued, "But you have to consider the ingredients. Canned herring is okay, but stinky tofu needs to be bought from Chinatown. Of course, these all cost money.

"Oh haha, money is not a problem, my friend." Nick smiled. "Don't think we are ghosts, but in a sense we are very rich."

"Rich?" Allen looked Nick up and down, and his aggressive gaze made Nick tremble.

"What are you looking at?" Nick couldn't help but said.

"I'm looking to see where you can find money..." Allen folded his arms and said, suddenly his steps moved slightly, and his body suddenly moved a small step to the side.

A Weasley with vomit and stench flew away from Allen and fell to the ground.

Although he didn't know whether this guy was George or Fred, Allen chose to ignore it and walked away quickly.

Nick also sped up and followed Allen. As soon as he smelled the smell of the Weasley twins, Nick would think of the pickled puffins described by Allen. This description, which was like mental pollution, made Nick's whole soul feel bad.

"Anyway, don't worry about money." Nick said, "In fact, we are also paid. The annual Halloween party for the ghosts is funded by Hogwarts. You can directly ask Dumbledore for help."

"That's fine." Allen nodded, "Have you decided who to invite?"

"To be honest, we can't actually invite any living people. They are not willing to come over. The Weasley twins came once before and then never came again. Even if we claim that this spooky Halloween party will be different, I'm afraid It didn't attract many people. Nick sighed and suddenly looked at Allen with hope, "I wonder if Allen would like to come?"

"Me?" Allen thought for a moment, nodded without much hesitation and said, "Okay.

"Ah? You agreed?" Nick was shocked.

"If I don't go, who do you expect to cook those dishes?" Allen said with a smile, "But I have to charge a lot of labor fees."

The Halloween dinner is really not attractive to Alan. After all, the food is just like that, and the wizards' party performance is not worth looking forward to.

It's better to cook something yourself. Although the dishes cooked at the dinner are heavy-tasting, the taste is definitely not bad when Allen makes it.

"Haha, in that case it's up to us to talk to Dumbledore about that," Nick was very happy. "Then we look forward to you coming to our party as the chef."

Nick was very touched by Allen's help, and at the same time an idea came to his mind.

If Allen's name is used as a publicity, will more people be willing to attend the ghost dinner party?