From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Looking at the buckets of chicken blood, William was a little bit puzzled-pig blood can be made into blood tofu with salt and water, can chicken blood work?

Moreover, he has never touched the dishes made with chicken blood, but he has eaten duck blood in hot pot, but it shouldn't be interoperable, right?

William thought for a while, and finally decided to give it a try-it really doesn't work, the food is wasted, right? Can't keep the blood become a hidden danger, right?

The salt and water are mixed according to a certain ratio, and then the chicken blood is poured in. This is the theory in theory.

After making mistakes five or six times in a row, William succeeded in producing the first blood with the experience of correcting potions, and after that, the bucket of blood was naturally turned into tofu.

‘If it solidifies into a block, it should be useless--unless the messy ceremony requires hot pot ingredients. ’

"Adams, know you?"

William showed off with a blood clot, he remembered that animal blood was not eaten in many places.

"Blood sausage? It's a bit like it, but it doesn't have casing—" Adams poked his hand indefinitely. "Just eat the chicken blood? It's a good idea. I can try cooking it."

"Blood sausage?"

This time it was William's turn to be surprised.

"Of course, German blood sausage, a very famous dish—" He took the blood tofu from William, "Don't underestimate Hufflepuff graduates!"

Don't give Hufflepuff graduates a mess of settings!

But Adams, who was busy researching new dishes, didn’t have time to pay attention to William’s complaints. He began to take out all kinds of things from his carry-on package-cutting board, three sets of knives, four pots of different shapes, and William was in a mess. Unrecognized herbs, all kinds of seasoning boxes...

"It will be done soon, I will try the cooking method," Adams waved his hand without turning his head back, "If there is magic to help quickly, you can go ahead and do something else."

Feeling disgusted...

"Okay, then I am looking forward to it!"

Hufflepuff’s cooking skills are still worthy of trust. After considering that he can only barely eat his own food, William decisively chooses to believe in Adams-what if he has a **** flourish?

The horsemen by the fire are already cheering up-Hagrid has brought a lot of wine. Although the quality is average, it is better than enough. The horsemen do not dislike it. Although the barbecue is not good, many wine barrels have been opened .

'Go find Hagrid and sit with them for a while.' William looked around and gave up sitting in the horseman's pile-it's not that he discriminated against the horseman, but he couldn't help it as soon as he got close to the horseman. Thinking of my inmate...

Those researches on horse people, William remembered clearly, that Azkabanna would be a famous joke, and now if something wrong is accidentally said, the fun is really great.

"William," Hagrid raised his bucket-sized cup, "Professor Adams is studying new dishes again?"

"Of course," William sat down next to the fire, picked up the sausages skewered aside, and grilled them on the fire. "He likes herbal cooking, and he especially likes using herbs in food."

"By the way, I forgot to congratulate you. Yesterday's game was pretty good, Mr. Potter." William turned his face and added his blessing.

"Thank you, professor."

Harry was very polite, but it could be seen that such a group of people came over to celebrate that was not what he wanted—the boy was much more restrained now than the conversation that William caught him during the night.

‘By the way, he reminded me of ghosts last time-he said last time that he heard a mess of sounds, did Ginny do it or did he hear the hallucinations? ’

"Mr. Potter, you said the strange sound you heard last time, have you heard it lately?"

"Nothing, Professor."

Harry was a little surprised, but responded quickly.

"It's fine if you don't have it," William was relieved-there is a high probability that Ginny did the thing and walked on an unknown secret path.

Although it is not ruled out that the child drove into a tree and hit his head, but since he can't hear it, it should be fine.

"Well, thank you, professor."

Although William was still a little curious about the enlightenment that the girl next to the train-jumping girl got from the crown, but in front of his two little friends William still did not ask-there is no problem of unevenness, this matter is said. It is estimated that the remaining two children will not be well.

"William, William, the new dishes are ready, come and taste them!"

Just as William was contemplating, Adams came with a cauldron floating in the air behind him, and while walking, he added something to the centaur bowl by the fire, like a waiter who served sour plum soup from Haidilao.

"what?"

"Soup, after I tried stewing, roasting, steaming, and frying, I finally found that this thing is suitable for soup, and it tastes very tender."

Okay, what you say is what you say—William took the bowl and took a sip. Well, the taste was okay.

"I'm going to distribute it, you drink slowly, there is enough material for today," Adams said with a sullen look, "After drinking it, I will see who else can use it to do bad things!"

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diary

October 1st

On a busy day, after drinking wine, the horsemen are not that difficult to touch. It is far easier to control their emotions than I thought. Those horsemen are really honest and do not drink any tricks, although they have a bad temper. , But it feels good after a long time.

Wait-I have no plans to implement that report!

October 2nd

The Daily Prophet published a special issue-the price did not change, the newspaper became three times thicker.

I don't know how much subsidies the Ministry of Magic and the school board have subsidized. The cost of this issue of the newspaper is much higher than the selling price.

It is said that there will be reissues in the evening, and the magic world is not covered at all...

...

October 6th

Adams was right. No one can do bad things after drinking it.

After that celebration, Hogwarts quickly entered a state of peace—or rather, restored to what a school should be.

To be honest, I can't be more satisfied with the last week of class so happily.

The fifth-grade students honestly made the papers, the confined children were honestly confined, the sixth-grade students improved their knowledge, and the seventh-grade students guided the future. Everything went as planned.

Even the tumultuous diadem subsided. Although the special issue of the Daily Prophet was very popular, the turmoil finally stopped. The students stopped discussing about obtaining the diadem, and it seemed normal together.

October 7th, overcast

I hate cloudy days, but today is the second round of the crown test. Several professors used it for the second time, and several new professors also joined in for experiments.

But the result was very unexpected. The second time I wore the crown and what I got could not be compared with the first time-it was even more exaggerated than my first guess. The crown just gave inspiration to solve the problem. It is not as magical as the legend handed down through the generations, perhaps in the stories handed down from generation to generation, it has been beautified too much.

...

October 14th, rain

I hate Britain-if there is anything more uncomfortable than a cloudy day, it must be rainy, and even worse, it rains every day of the week!

The dirt roads at Hogwarts have become swamps!

There is actually more uncomfortable weather than the rainy season in the south. It really is a long time to see!

A new test was conducted today, and nothing was achieved. The professor who used the crown for the third time said that the enlightenment he got was similar to the second time. This is probably the only good news.

The crown didn’t go well, and I didn’t go well-- (The black that was continuously crossed out was dyed by ink again.)

…

October 18th-rain! ! ! !

Damn rain, why is there so much rain at Hogwarts?

There is not enough chocolate!

Owl is extremely reluctant to work overtime. The fireplace has been fully used, but it is still quite annoying. The rain that has fallen is much more disgusting than the rainy season. I wake up every morning and look at the gray outside the window. It feels like renewed. The answer to that place is the same.

The only good thing is that the progress of the students in the three grades is faster than expected. The fifth grade students can even get an O from me. This is still the situation where I have not released the water!

That Miss Nancy is really good at summarizing and discovering problems, so I probably have to change my mindset.

Another-Miss Nancy took twenty cents from me so that I sent a report to the top for approval and handed it over to the four deans for approval. This is how the extra points are added...

Kanon is nothing, he will be paid tomorrow.

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Writing down the diary for the 18th, William laid himself on the bed. There was a thick pile of materials waiting for him to approve, but he didn't have the thought to read it.

Azkaban's sequelae broke out completely in this rainy October. The gray sky without sun made him think about the mess that happened there all the time.

‘I didn’t check it yesterday, I have to work **** anything today! ’

William forced himself into a piece of chocolate, using the sweetness to restore some strength.

‘No more, no more chocolate but it’s addictive! ’

Enduring the desire to eat more, William got up from the bed-it was still raining outside the window, as if he couldn't stop at all.

‘How many days have I seen the sun? Isn’t Britain a temperate country? ’

William tried to vomit to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it at all. Azkaban's scenes of dementors sucking happiness occasionally slipped out to show a sense of existence.

‘There’s not even a person to ask. This school has always just sent someone to Azkaban and returned from there. I’m afraid I’m the only one at the moment. ’

‘It’s okay for a fire dragon to attack me. At least the magic wand is still useful. What's the matter now, dementors are more terrible than dragons? ’

William took out his wand and raised it to the open space next to him.

"Call God to guard!"

There was no response-although the spells, gestures, techniques, and pronunciation were completely correct, they wouldn't be.

The Guardian Spell is not black magic. Although it is an obvious emotional magic, it is a rare exception among emotional spells. William's original learning rate has no effect in the face of this powerful spell.

‘I’m an idiot. In September, when the weather is good, I should spare more time to practice this spell, not as it is now, where even the most basic casting conditions cannot be met in such weather. ’

Although knowing that even if it is useless to move to September, it will disrupt the rest of the study plan, but William can't help complaining about himself.

‘Fortunately, there are enough papers. Even if you can’t get the papers this week, you won’t be affected too much. It’s a good thing to plan ahead. ’

When William's hand touched the thick stack of papers in the drawer, his mood finally improved. Although his condition was affected now, the basic theory did not deviate, and the students were indeed improving.

\'Next let the students relax, just test the fighting in the extreme environment, fighting each other in the rain and muddy land, it must be a good experience. And this should also be of great help to the improvement of strength. \'

Looking at the rain outside the window, William took advantage of the time when his condition improved after eating chocolate and made a decision.

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"Congratulations Nancy!"

"Nancy, congratulations!"

Although the students of the other ages looked weird, the fifth grade students collectively held a celebration party for Nancy in the empty classroom-even some of the Slytherin students came over.

The fifth grade students gathered together and raised the cup for their victory today.

Due to time and homework reasons, the celebration was rather rudimentary. There were only drinking products and small draw ribbons that I didn’t know where they got. The classroom didn’t even do the basic decorations, but every student’s face was full of brilliance. With a sincere smile.

"Let's raise a glass to Nancy!"

"I wish Nancy!"

Every student sent out their blessings with great enthusiasm-just today, the professor reviewed the paper back and forth and took five minutes longer than before to review the papers, but in the end he still reluctantly announced the student's victory. .

Although Nancy has been a little scared by the sudden O, but other students don't think so.

Those remote to scary knowledge ~ www.readwn.com ~ those knowledge that must be read through textbooks to be clear, finally conquered by the students.

For this, the professor of self-defense magic learning paid a price of 20 cents and a bonus of 30 gallons.

"Cheers, for twenty minutes!"

Although the scores were not added to their college, these children are happier than their own scores.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers, for the bonus of thirty Gallons!"

"Cheers!"

It is simple and simple, there is not even a decent dish, and the drinking products are messy, and some even don't even have alcohol, but no one dislikes it-everyone is more energetic than the opening ceremony.

"Nancy, do you change for Garon? Three for one. I want one of your prizes as an amulet!"

Just when Nancy herself was dizzy, she didn't know which kid initiated the proposal.

The students began to fight-as if they were trying to clean up their grievances, these Kanon were quickly exchanged for three or even four times the price, and they were well preserved by the children and hidden in the deepest part of their pockets. .

"What are you doing!"

When the students were happiest, the door of the classroom opened and Filch's head was exposed.

"We are celebrating," the prefect came out of the crowd--more than one.

"celebrate?"

"Yes, classmate Nancy got an O."

"Okay, celebrate, but if there is anything in the classroom that shouldn't be left behind, be careful."

Filch looked around, and finally left angrily--if the prefect was present, it would be basically impossible to catch the violation.

"Go, Filch is gone!"

The child near the door shouted—the whole classroom was happy again.

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