Chapter 595 Pudding

"Actually, this record just happens to have one of the more elaborate modern thermostatic charms on it, they have a thermostatic effect on clothes, Madam Malkin... oh, she was a relatively famous wizard tailor, in my time, As long as you are willing to spend a little more money when buying clothes, you can buy clothes that have a constant temperature option when they are made." Feeling relaxed, Allen thought of the small bump on the other party's chin, and reminded, "Although the finished product Can't keep the spell going, but with a little trouble keep casting this little spell and I don't think you'll ever get pimples again."

The chair shook slightly, and Ravenclaw jumped off the chair, and put the parchment in his hand on the bookshelf: "Has the Academy of Magic been completed, and I am the founder?"

"It's been built, and the four branches it contains are named after your four surnames." Allen replied hastily, not wanting Hogwarts to lose a house because he went back to the past, and paused Then he added, "It continued until my time, and it was the best magic school in the world."

"Which college are you in?" Ravenclaw tilted his head, and his eyes fell on Allen.

"I'm in Ravenclaw." Seeing the other party's curious eyes, Allen continued to explain, "Ravenclaw College regards intelligence and intelligence as the conditions for choosing students. 'Excellent wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings' is our College motto."

Rowena Ravenclaw came over and put both hands on the armrests of Alan's chair. She leaned down and approached Alan, looking into his eyes: "Then am I not your headmaster?"

Allen shrank back, but felt supported by the backrest: "You are the founder, so naturally you are also my dean."

"What's the name of the whole academy of magic?" Ravenclaw let go of the armrest, grabbed a black quill, and asked, turning it in his palm.

"Haven't you thought about it? According to school history records, the name and location of this school were proposed by you and the other three people agreed..." Allen asked curiously.

"In that case, don't tell me your name and let me think about it." Ravenclaw stood up and threw the quill aside, "But you have to take me to the address, I don't want to trouble you to find it yourself gone."

Allen looked out the window, "It's a bit late today, let's go tomorrow morning."

Ravenclaw was not in a hurry when he heard the words. He picked up the materials that Allen had sorted out and sat on the rocking chair by the window to read them, and put his right toe on the wall to make the chair shake.

Seeing Ravenclaw flipping through the notes intently, writing and drawing on the parchment fascinated, Allen gave up the idea of ​​asking her to go to dinner together. He decided to go get some food from Hufflepuff himself.

I took the opportunity to take a shower, changed Miao Miao's wizard robe into a linen shirt and underwear, put on the summer loose blue short robe selected by Ravenclaw, apparated directly to the tavern, pushed the round As soon as he opened the gate, he saw the Muggle bard sitting on the black and yellow sofa, eating pudding with great concentration, as if the bowl of pudding in front of him was the most delicious food in the world.

Alan's eyes flickered slightly. Luna's favorite food was also pudding, but the method and taste of the bowl in front of her were completely different. He waved his hand, stopped the Hufflepuff apprentice who wanted to come to receive him, and walked straight to where the kitchen was.

In the kitchen, various plates, cutlery and wine glasses in the cupboards are flying in the air, and various ingredients are floating out of the cupboards, and Helga's apprentices use magic to turn them into an integral part of a delicious meal - carrots Ingredients such as apples and apples are automatically chopped, the batter is automatically rolled up, and the pan is automatically stirred.

"Bread burnt, grilled fish burnt, eggs like they've been frying for two weeks! My house-elves didn't sound the alarm because they were stunned by the smoke you made? Bonnie! Helga's voice came, and Allen heard the sound and looked over. Helga's gentle and kind face before became serious and even a little harsh. There was a plate of food that had been cooked for a long time in front of her.

The apprentice beside her bowed her head—the red-haired witch Bonnie, who had arrived in recent days, bowed her head with red ears.

"What are you kidding about? Tracy, I don't even need to look at your grilled fish to know it. If you put it in the water now, it will survive!" Hufflepuff noticed the expression of another apprentice, He choked unceremoniously, "If you don't really want to learn cooking, don't come at night! It won't affect your magic studies during the day! Don't use it to please me!"

Suddenly seeing such a harsh side of the kind and benevolent Hufflepuff in the past, Ellen hesitated whether to go in. If he told Hufflepuff that he wanted to borrow the kitchen, would the other party think that he was treating her? The best and most confident cook is dissatisfied.

When Alan was hesitating, Helga, who had finished commenting on the apprentice and inspected the kitchen, noticed Alan. She walked over and gave Alan a warm and full of flavor hug, as if they were just the first time today I know the same.

"Alan, what do you want to eat? Why are you in the kitchen?" After letting go of Alan, Hufflepuff looked around Alan, "You don't look so strange in this outfit, but it doesn't seem to You turned out to be pretty..."

"I want to cook a home-cooked dish." Alan, who secretly took a few deep breaths, pulled out a reason, and then, fearing that the other party would misunderstand that he didn't like her cooking skills, he repeatedly praised, "Helga, the dishes made in your tavern They are all very delicious, with good color and taste, and I like to eat them very much. It’s just that I suddenly want to eat a dish from my hometown today-so I want to borrow the kitchen and kitchen utensils from you.”

"Hometown food?" Hufflepuff didn't feel dissatisfied because Alan borrowed the kitchen and didn't choose his own dishes. "Maybe I can make it if you give me your name?"

"Uh...mainly I have some special personal practices..." Allen had to give another reason.

"Alan, you use these kitchen utensils and ingredients as you like, don't be afraid, I won't be so harsh on a homesick wizard, besides, you are not my cooking apprentice, are you?" Hufflepuff looked at Alan He comforted, "However, if you are worried about your cooking skills and don't mind if the recipe is stolen, you can also tell me how to do it and let me do it? Or do it once and let me see, maybe I can make it better. restore them well?"

Allen nodded hurriedly: "The first course will take a little longer, I need some honey, yogurt, wine, and isinglass." Helga waved his wand, and the ingredients that Allen needed flew to the dishes in front of him On the table, a mirror flew over at the same time.

"Allen, can I start recording then?" Hufflepuff asked.

"Of course, Helga." Allen looked at this familiar mirror in a daze. When he and Luna first met each other not long ago, they had adventures together in this mirror world...

"Sarah, record it completely." Helga ordered to the mirror. The mirror rotated out of thin air and aimed at Allen.