I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"I don't like Slytherin either. He wants to put me in those stinky potions."

"I like Ravenclaw better. She always compliments my beauty when she pours me tea."

"Of course, my favorite is Hufflepuff. She created me and gave me a nice name, Pot Pot."

The teapot is very talkative, making the table unbearable.

"Shut up teapot!"

"You should shut up and call me Pot Pot!"

There was never such absurdity, teapot and table arguing.

The two girls were also a little overwhelmed.

John said: "This is where the Hufflepuffs stay, and I think something should be triggered to bring them to life."

"I don't know, I've never been here before." Hannah shook her head hurriedly.

The cabinet is still burning, "Chef, hurry up!"

Daphne didn't panic when she saw John was there, and asked, "What should we do?"

"According to what they said," John shrugged, "I just happened to be a little hungry, and I hope there is something that can fill my stomach."

"Of course there will be, this is the greatest kitchen." The teapot will not miss every opportunity to brag about the kitchen.

"As long as you read out the material, it will appear here," the teapot said to the two girls, "you better hurry up, the big cabinet has a bad temper, it likes to smash things when it gets angry."

"Let's cook, Hannah." Daphne also knew that what John said was right.

Pulling Hannah with a pale face, the two came to the cooking area.

"apron!"

Big cabinets like stern chefs growled, "Put on your aprons, cooks!"

The two quickly put on the aprons that were placed here.

"Keep clean!" The big cabinet chattered endlessly, "Every ingredient must be clean, and your hands must be clean."

Hannah wanted to cry a little bit, she was not strong enough to bear it.

Being watched and reprimanded by such a stern head chef made her unstable.

"What are we going to do?" Daphne whispered to Hannah.

Hannah's mind went blank, and she hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Daphne was also a little anxious.

Subconsciously, she turned to look for John, and John thought about it, "Quick, easy, full."

He was lowering the demands on Daphne.

Daphne thought for a while, fixed her eyes on the potatoes, and came up with an idea.

She brought the potatoes and said to Hannah, "We'll peel the potatoes and make mashed potatoes."

Hannah was supposed to teach Daphne, but instead became the one being taught.

They picked up the knife and began to peel the skin. John shook his head speechlessly.

You are wizards, just use magic directly.

Watching a large piece of potato being peeled off, John couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"This is not a secret room."

John's system did not prompt, indicating that this is not Hufflepuff's secret room.

But the chamber of secrets should be here.

And his own arrival triggered a certain mechanism to make these items come alive.

"What are the conditions for entering the secret room?" John looked around.

Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is hidden behind the painting, and there is no painting here.

His fingers brushed over the words engraved on the table, and the long table burst into laughter.

"Sorry, honored guest, it tickles me there."

The long table shook the teapot and cups with laughter.

"Hu Bao, why do you call me a distinguished guest?" John asked.

Hu Bao said respectfully: "I feel the breath of the four founders in you."

"Oh?"

John thought of what he was carrying, and how he had been touching the Ravenclaw books not so long ago.

Presumably it is because of the breath left on the body after touching the relics of the four founders.

"Are there many people entering this place?"

John glanced at the two girls who were in a hurry.

Wait, what does Daphne add to the steamed potatoes?

Is that... durian?

Don't!What are you going to do with that piece of ginger!

A drop of cold sweat fell on John's brow.

Hu Bao thought for a while and said: "Sometimes a little wizard will come in, but they are all looking for something to eat when they come in."

"This latest one is great, she cooks with a lot of love."

Hu Bao cleared the tea and said in a sacred tone: "Hufflepuff said that the secret to delicious food is to inject emotion."

"The anger of fried fish, the softness of bread, the heat of stew, the greenness of apple pie, each needs to be infused with an unusual magic."

"This theory has not been passed down," John said unexpectedly, "something must have happened to Hufflepuff."

"Yes, she is the best wizard," Hu Bao liked John's respect for Hufflepuff, "Slytherin's departure made her unable to cook that delicious food again."

"She cooks for her friends, and since Slytherin left they rarely come to this place."

"Hogwarts has a new kitchen, and no one eats here anymore."

Speaking of this, the spout of the pot treasure bent down, and they were very sad.

Hu Bao likes to see the Big Four together happily talking about the beauty of the future.

Though Gryffindors are careless, Slytherins sometimes bring potions that spoil the taste.

But a kitchen full of emotions like that is the best.

Even after the quarrel, they would sit down and enjoy a good meal of cod.

"They are gone, and we have become meaningless." Hu Bao said.

"There will be new wizards who will find you in the future," John said when he saw the food being baked, "They are like the four founders who brought their friends to this magical place."

"You're right!" Hu Bao raised his spout happily.

But at this time, a smell came.

John sighed.

"John, this dish is called fried thunder!"

Seeing that there was still ginger on Daphne's face that he accidentally touched, John just wanted to ask who invented it.

Mashed potatoes are mixed with ginger mash, and some durians add consistency, and a layer of what seems to be tomato sauce is poured on top.

John hesitated to speak.

Hannah also looked suspiciously at the thing called 'exploding mines', and took a bite, and cleared the mines directly in her mouth, okay?

"No, why use me to pretend this, take it away quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"

The plate whined.

John picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful.

Hu Bao screamed: "You don't want to eat that thing, do you?"

John tapped the table with his fingers, and said flatly: "Filling your stomach is the happiest thing."

The table laughed: "Don't touch it, it's too itchy."

Putting the dish called 'Thunderbolt' into his mouth, John's eyes widened.

He felt the magic power moving in his body, and the magic power contained in this mouthful was not lower than last time.

He looked up at Daphne who still had ginger paste on her face, and the emotions poured into her turned into magic power.

Second mouth.

John kept popping 'Thunderbolt' in his mouth, and aside from the weird grains and slimy texture, there was something good about it.

For example its ketchup is real ketchup.

Well, there are so many advantages.

After a plate was wiped out, John calmly wiped his mouth with a towel.

And at this time, he noticed that the irascible chef grew up with a strange lock on the back of the cabinet.

There are a total of four locks on the big cabinet, and now there are three left.

John stared for a while, then said to Daphne: "I hope there are other dishes."

Daphne was taken aback for a moment, but immediately became happy.

"you like to eat?"

"Uh... I just want to eat." John couldn't lie, so he had to use a more tactful reason.

After all, he has no sense of taste.

Daphne was very happy, hugged Hannah and jumped up.

The irritable chef got angry and smashed two bowls out of the cabinet, saying: "The honored guests still want to order, so hurry up!"

The two of them ran back to the cooking area while avoiding the tableware that fell out of the big cabinet.

Daphne had great confidence after John ate 'Thunderbolt'.

Like an experienced chef, she began to direct Hannah to make some preparations.

And Hannah is also studying hard.

They seem to have forgotten who is teaching whom today.

Hu Bao said with admiration, "You actually finished eating."

"No big deal." John shrugged.

His gaze remained on the back of the large cabinet.

The above four locks are all opened, and I don't know what it is.

The jug succumbed to John's admiration, and obsequiously filled the empty teacup with hot tea.

All the other tools in the kitchen were ping-pong-pong, playing a tune together.

Soon, the second course came.

It was a typhoon shelter fried noodles.

Well, it's really windy.

John stared at the noodles floating above and fell into thought.

Why do you add special effects to cooking?

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