All things are three at Hogwarts

Alan glanced at Helga Hufflepuff who was in high spirits, and then at the apprentices who were watching, and silently increased the portion of the food. After all, these apprentices are usually kind to themselves and take good care of them.

"First of all, we need to mix the isinglass with water. Because it has a bit of a fishy smell, we put the wine in now..." Alan explained to Helga who was beside him as he was doing it. "The melting process requires constant stirring until it is completely dissolved. …”

Allen's wand cast a spell on a bucket, causing them to fly to a vacant cooking table next to it. Then he cast a freezing spell, and soon a large ice cube similar to a freezer appeared on the cooking table. Allen put the food he had just made into the small freezer. "When it's refrigerated, take out the pudding inside and it's done."

"Pudding?" Hufflepuff asked confused.

"Yes, it's just the way my hometown makes it. In addition to this dessert, there are other different types of puddings. For example, the next few puddings can be used as main dishes." Allen explained, but he didn't Dare to say the Yorkshire of Yorkshire pudding... Then he named the ingredients he needed, and Helga Hufflepuff's wand directed the ingredients to fly over.

Seeing the way the other party asked the mirror to record it carefully again, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Some of the things here are actually the recipes in the recipes you left... Are you actually teaching yourself?"

The charcoal burned red and was incredibly hot, making it difficult to control the heat of the roasted meat placed on it and in the Middle Ages even pots were placed directly on the charcoal to cook food. Alan frowned. He accidentally failed to control the heat properly, and the roast in the Yorkshire pudding near the charcoal was burnt.

Hufflepuff didn't care at all about this, and handed Alan's roasted piece to the apprentice who was watching. The fat wizard skillfully cut off the roasted part and ate it... …

It was getting late, and after Hufflepuff and her apprentices finished tasting, Hufflepuff wiped her mouth with a handkerchief expressionlessly, and did not show any reaction like the apprentices.

"Sure enough, the mentor's standards are much higher than those of the apprentice..." Allen was a little disappointed, although he rarely cooked.

Then, Hufflepuff put away the handkerchief and seemed to be stunned for a while before looking at Allen and smiling: "The cooking of these dishes is very strange. It just gave me some new inspiration. If Do you mind if I can add them to my recipe?”

"It turns out I have an inspiration..." Allen agreed with a little joy, and then looked at the dishes she pointed at, and his expression froze slightly. The dishes she pointed at happened to be the dishes he used from Hull. Add the methods in the recipes left behind...

"By the way, Allen, there will be a wizard carnival here in a few days, and our tavern will also launch some activities. Then you can come and try the new dishes I created based on these inspirations."

Helga asked the apprentice to help Alan sort out the dishes for two people, and wrapped the large freezer he made himself including the remaining yogurt pudding inside, and included an extra pot of raw gills that exuded a weird smell. juice and some freshly picked strawberries were carried back to the treehouse by Ellen.

Allen placed the carefully cooked puddings on the long table. Ravenclaw was still sitting by the big window, rocking the rocking chair and reading the parchment compiled by Allen, and then her nose moved, "Hull Did you tell me that I like to drink this?" Without waiting for Ellen to answer, Ravenclaw stood up, then tied up her casual hair, walked to the long table, sat down, and prepared to enjoy Ellen's food. Back for dinner.

Allen, who sat opposite Ravenclaw, picked up a piece of pudding and placed the Yorkshire pudding in front of the witch. With the enthusiasm after cooking, he observed Ravenclaw's expression expectantly.

"The food in front of you is actually called pudding, but it's the way my hometown makes it." Allen omitted the word "Yorkshire" and introduced to Ravenclaw. "This time I roasted venison. I should have used venison." Beef is the best...The cup-shaped piece of bread tastes like soft bread, with a slightly salty taste, a sunken and soft middle, and a crispy outside. You can use it to soak up the venison juice later."

"Did you make it yourself?" Ravenclaw sniffed the smell of roasted venison.

Allen nodded quite proudly, and then saw the other party grabbing the food with his hands and eating it. Unfortunately, in this era, except for some stews that use spoons, people like to use their hands directly. In fact, knives and forks It hasn't been invented yet, so he can only do as the locals do. Even if the tableware is made in advance, the other party will not change his habit and like to use it in a short period of time.

"It's okay." Ravenclaw looked no different from other foods he usually eats. He was still relatively indifferent. Allen couldn't tell from her expression whether she liked the taste and texture of these foods, but he still regarded Lu Those puddings that Na liked were introduced to Ravenclaw.

No matter which kind of pudding Alan introduced to the other party, she would take a few bites until she finally ate a lot of yogurt pudding with a spoon before cleaning her hands that were stained with gravy.

Looking at Ravenclaw who was calmly drinking raw milkweed juice and the unfinished puddings, Allen was secretly frustrated. Ravenclaw didn't have much influence on the puddings he carefully cooked. She didn't show any special affection for the other person. After all, she wasn't Luna.

Alan thought of what Helga had told him before, and stopped thinking about food and changed the topic, "Helga told me that a carnival will be held here in a few days. What activities are there at your carnival? Do you want to participate?"

"The carnival is very noisy! It is nothing more than some "interesting" competitions and performances, and it is also a trade fair. Neighboring wizards will come to participate in buying and selling and exchanging some things with each other. Helga is very keen to participate. She likes to use her magic at this time. Food is served." Ravenclaw stood up and moved his body, stretching his slender arms straight to the sky. "She is hosting this time. I think I can't hide. I might set up a divination stall to deal with you. If you want to participate in the competition, I don't recommend that you participate like a fool in the kind of overhead crucible competition that is popular in my hometown. Otherwise, I might still I have to drag you back once.”

Allen nodded knowingly. As a person who likes the history of magic and Quidditch, he knew that the game of tying a cauldron to one's head and then catching a stone falling after being levitated a hundred feet above the ground by magic was established as early as 1762. For illegal sports. Although the sport was considered by many Scottish wizards to be the greatest test of manhood and courage, it was quite popular in the Middle Ages. However, this sport has also resulted in many deaths due to its high risk. Magnus Macdonald "The Flathead" still campaigned for the lifting of the ban on overhead cauldrons in the s, which was immediately rejected by the Ministry of Magic. But to this day, a small number of wizards still practice the sport illegally.

In the middle of the night, Alan, who was lying in bed, opened his eyes. He heard a rustling sound coming from the supposedly quiet tree house, so he got up from the bed and walked in the direction of the sound. He suddenly froze on the spot, and in the complete silence, he saw Ravenclaw, wearing only a large white linen pajamas, quietly sitting on the ground next to the food storage cupboard.

Allen's eyes were completely unable to move away, as if all the light in the world was focused on the witch who was sitting on the floor of the kitchen and secretly eating yogurt pudding. One of her bare legs was curled up on the ground, and the other was bent at the knee to support her body. Ravenclaw half-opened his eyes, occasionally turning a page of the blue book placed beside him to relieve his boredom. As she put spoonful after spoonful of yogurt pudding into her pink lips, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and it seemed that her taste buds had been completely conquered by the dessert pudding in her hands.

In the process of enjoying these desserts wantonly, the Ravenclaw's face and nose were unconsciously covered with cream due to the tipping action of lifting the entire bowl, and his white skin seemed to have blossoms. Small white flowers. After finishing the pudding, she inserted her white and slender fingers into the red strawberries. Her lips gently wrapped the strawberries on the five fingers, and the strawberries fell into her mouth. She placed the strawberries on her fingertips in the order of her fingers. Swallowed piece by piece.

Seeing such a scene, Ellen felt like she was hit hard. Ravenclaw was innocent and charming under the moonlight. Her expression and temperament when she was greedy for dessert pudding and strawberries almost overlapped with Luna's.