Hogwarts snake wizard

As soon as he got out, Samael and Draco walked head-on.

"Samael, why are you here, Professor Sprout is looking for you."

Draco looked at the blood stains on Samael's body and stumbled, not forgetting to look into the bedroom behind him.

"I've already met the professor, let's go, I haven't eaten dinner yet."

Samael pulled Draco away, which piqued his curiosity and kept looking back until he reached the restaurant.

"Hey, what's going on with today's dinner, it looks weird."

Draco asked curiously, looking at Samael's apparent distinction from their dinner.

"That's right, how is yours different from ours."

Believ on the side glanced at it and was equally puzzled.

Samael ignored their questions, looking at the food in front of him like a dream.

Braised pork, pork stewed potatoes, and his favorite spicy crayfish, has he entered heaven?

"Huh? No, where did Hogwarts get Chinese food.

Samael was happy but puzzled.

"It should be your house-elf."

Theodore on the side reminded.

He saw Samael hand over his house-elves to the kitchen and stuff a mysterious cookbook.

"Sagan and Bambi? They already know how to cook?

Samael was surprised, it had only been two weeks since he got 4 house-elves, and in addition to Bio and Lala still nursing, Sagan and Bambi could communicate, and they couldn't imagine growing so fast.

"These magical creatures usually have a short juvenile period to avoid danger outside."

Theodore explained seriously.

"Leave him alone, it's a blessing today."

Samael couldn't wait and began to gulp, only at the moment when the food entered his mouth.

Samael's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, almost awakening the white eyes of the Hyuga clan.

"Why is this expression, is it delicious."

Draco on the side looked at Samael curiously and asked casually.

"It's delicious, of course it's delicious."

Samael resisted the urge to spit out and said against his will.

But in my heart, I was roaring desperately.

The last time Mapo ate strawberries in his tofu, he almost made him spit out the overnight meal, and this time the braised pork is like this again.

Strawberries, damn strawberries again, which king bastard wrote the recipe, let me know that you will be crushed into ten thousand pieces.

Samael tentatively pulled down the "pork stewed potatoes", sure enough, pork is pork, and the so-called "potatoes" are peeled apples at all.

I don't know which damn it is, but dare to tamper with the food culture of my flower planter.

Samael cursed angrily in his heart.

When he was in a hurry, he only read the first page of the description of the method of splashing noodles with oil in detail, which made him mistakenly think that the whole recipe was normal, and now it seems ...

"Don't say, this thing is really delicious, Crabbe, you can taste it too."

Samael didn't look at it, and found that Draco had already eaten this goods, and he still ate with relish, but in order to cheat Crabbe, it was quite similar.

Crabbe didn't think much about it, anyway, he didn't pick the food. As soon as he took his mouth, this set of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy food immediately attracted him, and this unique flavor made him deeply fascinated and directly let go of eating.

As Draco continued to add the dish again, Samael's eyes were about to fall out, and he could see that this product was not loaded at all, but was their sense of taste out of order? Can this thing be swallowed?

"Theodore, Beverly, I have a lot of them, and you can taste them too."

In order to verify the taste buds of the British, Samael simply pulled the two into the water.

When Beverly saw Draco eating happily, she didn't think much about it, picked it up and ate it.

Although Theodore was slightly puzzled, he also chose to believe when he saw Samael's sincere eyes.

Beverly was afraid that Draco would finish eating, and specially picked a large piece, and in one bite, Beverly scolded in her heart all the most difficult words she had heard since she was born.

If the sharpness of the eyes could kill, Samael would have been riddled with holes.

Even Theodore cast a resentful look.

"Eat, why don't you eat."

Draco on the side saw that several people did not eat, and asked suspiciously.

"You can take these two dishes, I'm afraid you and Gao Er are not enough."

Samael said politely.

"Samael, it's still your best, but please make sure to help me write a copy of this recipe, it's really delicious."

Draco said sincerely as he beckoned his two protectors to eat, it was quite happy to eat, but it would be better if he could ignore Theodore and Beverly's eyes on the monster.

Samael casually picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip, then looked at the last spicy crayfish, and there was more vigilance in his eyes.

I wanted to move my mouth, but I didn't dare to take it.

"Can't be wasted! Fight it!

Samael peeled the shrimp shell like death, and although he wondered where the crayfish came from in England, it looked really good.

After he took a bite with his eyes closed, his eyes instantly widened, and the authentic hemp, the authentic spicy, and the taste of the fat in the crayfish exploding in the mouth suddenly activated his original taste buds.

"! Finally waited, this is the smell!

Samael's hands kept gouging, constantly gouging, constantly stuffing, and the so-called elegant temperament made him throw it out of his head.

Elegance?

OK!

But I'll have to wait until I'm done!

Theodore and Beverly saw that he was eating, and also sandwiched one, a kind of peeled shrimp.

"What a hemp! It's spicy! But it's delicious! As

if they had discovered some new continent, the two hurriedly stuffed it into their mouths.

No way, just that plate of Samael ate half of it alone, and if you don't hurry, you can't lick the plate.

Samael looked at the two men with resentment, secretly cursing that good things were eaten by dogs.

I think he could eat 3 pounds of crayfish alone, so it was not enough, and he was robbed by these two dogs.

Samael cursed in his heart:

Eat, eat you to death, a person who usually does not eat spicy suddenly eats so much, I see how you go to the toilet.

The three of them didn't pay attention to the image at all, and their mouths were full of chili oil, which was quite explosive throughout Slytherin.

Prefect Ian Blog, who was not far away, couldn't stand it anymore and sent them new knives and forks.

Samael ignored him, you have to eat crayfish like this, there is no soul with chopsticks, you and I carry a knife and fork?

Ian Blog reluctantly sat back in his place, none of these people he could provoke.

"Samael, in my capacity as Miss Crouch, I order you to put down the last crayfish."

Seeing that the last crayfish fell into Samael's hands, Beverly was anxious.

Of course, it was Samael's white eyes that responded to him, you are a six, you order me, you have the ability to do it yourself.

Samael, in Beverly's jealous eyes, shoved the crayfish into her mouth and smiled triumphantly.

Samael was satisfied, and Theodore and Beverly regretted it, but they were relieved to think that they could eat it in the future, and left Malfoy alone to watch their Malfoy.

He hasn't had time to taste it yet, but unfortunately he has already eaten it.