Hufflepuff is considered a selfless person by Professor Binns.
Her secret room is full of interest.
The so-called secret chamber does not necessarily contain powerful alchemy objects or great magic.
Ravenclaw left her love for her daughter in the secret chamber, and finally met her daughter, whom she had been waiting for, in their own ways.
Compared to wizards, witches have more sensitive and delicate minds.
John believed in Professor Binns' judgment that this secret room might not be passed down as knowledge, but might be a good memory or regret from Hufflepuff.
After finishing the fried noodles from Typhoon Shelter, John stared at the crab that he had assembled and wondered why he had eaten the gills just now.
After wiping his mouth and taking a sip of tea to clear the odor in his mouth, John said in a calm and indifferent voice: "Let's have something different."
He saw the second lock open at the back of the large cabinet.
Sure enough this needs to be opened by eating.
John was even more certain that it was Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets.
Hannah was surprised and said: "You still want to eat?"
"Of course," said John, "maybe I have a bit of an appetite."
No, that's not a matter of appetite.
Hannah looked at John complicatedly. The things she had eaten before were really not something that ordinary people could eat.
He is worthy of being the king of Hogwarts, he is indeed different from ordinary people.
She thought for a while, could it be that Qunxing Club liked this taste?
Nanawi...
Hannah decided that studying the cookbook might be the right choice for her.
Daphne was very happy and quickly went to find ingredients to make new dishes.
After a while, a freshly baked West Coast Blue Lobster was placed in front of John.
Under Hannah's tangled gaze, John broke off the shrimp head and saw inside
The flesh that was dyed blue.
He took a deep breath. Even though he had no sense of taste, his vision was still there.
Whose food has blue besides blueberries?
The visual impact is uncomfortable.
John closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.
The third course settled.
The fourth dish is served.
John might as well do what he did just now and close his eyes to solve it quickly.
As the last bite of something unknown whether it was raw meat or fish entered his mouth.
"Click."
Four locks open.
John wiped his mouth and looked up.
The big cabinet seemed to have discovered that its lock was unlocked. He threw the tableware out of his stomach angrily and said, "My back is unlocked!"
Raising his hand to levitate the large cabinet, John came behind it.
"What's this?"
Daphne and the other two also followed. John patted the back of the big cabinet, but there was no reaction.
He stretched out his hand and opened it, and a small compartment appeared inside.
A lot of parchment fell out.
Daphne picked up one, and after seeing it, she wondered: "A hundred ways to make potatoes?"
Hannah also picked up one and asked, "How to make a fat Scottish chicken with a round face?"
John picked up one and it read: "How to cook Flying Lion Tenderloin."
"These are...recipes?"
Hannah was a little unsure, and John picked up another piece of parchment that said 'Methods for removing the smell of dragon liver' and said, "No, these are cooking methods for magical creatures."
He was speechless and looked through the past.
At least 90% of the recipe materials here belong to protected magical animals.
He finally
Yu understood why Hufflepuff hid it.
It turned out that these things later became illegal activities.
"I should have thought of it." John smiled bitterly, without any regret or love.
This is the last bit of stubbornness that belongs to a foodie.
"As Professor Binns said, Hufflepuff is not the kind of person who keeps secrets."
John sighed.
If these things are passed down at Hogwarts, I am afraid that there will not be a few wizards who graduate and take desperate risks.
Potbo jumped over and said, "I remember this. Hufflepuff had a fight with the other three founders because she wanted to keep the recipe."
It is conceivable that the other founders had mixed emotions when they saw this "One Hundred Ways to Cook Fantastic Beasts".
"Well, I guess I can handle it for Hufflepuff."
John shook his head and took the recipe in his hand.
When his eyes fell on the 'One Hundred Ways to Cook Potatoes', he said: "This one can be kept."
He resented the house-elves' skin-on potatoes that had remained unchanged for years.
Hopefully Hufflepuff's recipes will give them a good lesson.
Hannah still didn't come to her senses and said, "Are these Hufflepuff recipes?"
"She is an excellent kitchen wizard." John shrugged. "It seems that the other three founders feel that these foods should not appear on the Hogwarts table."
"This is too much!" Hannah said angrily, "How could they do this!"
"Uh...Hannah, you should see what's in here."
John gently reminded: "More than 90% of these are violations of the Magical Creatures Protection Act."
Hannah took it and looked at it
The more I read, the more I doubt life.
The only items that can be served to the table are probably potatoes and fat Scottish round-faced chicken.
However, the Scottish round-faced chicken has another name, owl.
Basically, no wizard would eat an owl.
Even a ferocious dark wizard would not do this to those friends who deliver letters.
In order to make the founder of Hufflepuff look decent, this matter became a secret between the three people.
The grumpy chef in the Midnight Kitchen, Chang Keqi, also revealed the reason why the secret room was opened.
"A person who can even eat such unpalatable food must be in great need of help."
These were the words of the big cupboard, which made Daphne so angry that she almost blew up the kitchen by waving her laurel wand.
But this trip was not without success. In addition to recipes, John also received some other help.
He draws inspiration from the emotional cuisine of Midnight Kitchen.
...
The next night.
Star Club.
John stirred the cauldron and said to himself: "Hufflepuff can use emotions as a guide to use magic to give food different effects through special methods, just like refining a magic potion."
Setting the recipe outside, John walked into a room.
He summoned the Patronus Charm.
White light emitted from the albatross, John raised his wand and closed his eyes.
“If I pour all my emotion into it, can I make it do something different too?”
Opening his eyes, the albatross in front of John tilted his head.
"Then give it a try."
John put down his wand and looked at the letter: "How about we go home and say good night to Ariana for me."
"no problem."
The albatross spoke, flapped its wings and flew out of the Society of Stars.
silvery albatross
It flew over Britain and landed at Wick's house.
Ariana was listening to Mrs. Wick's little bedtime story, but it was basically all about John.
For example, when John was ten years old, he used a pencil to scare children, causing those children to be scared to death.
Ariana still felt a little unfinished after hearing this. Mrs. Wick said with tenderness: "The story is over, little white flower."
She kissed Ariana on the cheek and tucked her into bed.
"Mom," Ariana asked, "will John come back?"
"This little rascal, he came back last year." Mrs. Wick thought for a while and said, "He is very busy in the wizarding world, isn't he?"
"Yeah." Ariana responded obediently.
Mrs. Wick liked Ariana more and more.
The Witcher is not only interested in emotions by blood, she herself is the adopted daughter of John's grandfather.
"Good night, little white flower."
"Good night, Mom."
Ariana behaves like an introverted child now, but she is much more cheerful than before.
This is indispensable without the love from the Wick family.
Mrs. Wick smiled and leaned against the door frame and said, "What else?"
Ariana thought for a moment and said, "Say goodnight to daddy for me."
"I think he'd be delighted."
Just after Mrs. Wick turned off the lights in Ariana's room, Ariana looked at the little bear on the bedside and said, "Good night, little bear."
after awhile.
A silvery white light appeared, and the little bear beside Ariana's bed jumped down and ran to the window.
"What's wrong little bear?"
Ariana noticed the movement and opened her eyes.
She saw an albatross standing at the window.
Ariana shrank in fear, her eyes dark
The air floated out.
"Ariana." The albatross spoke in John's voice.
"John." Ariana's black aura disappeared and she ran over to open the window in surprise.
The albatross flew in and looked around.
"It seems that you are having a great time," John's voice came out and said, "I can't come back for Christmas, so I will prepare the gifts and remember to put the socks on."
After that, the albatross' silver light turned into a faceless human form in front of Ariana.
He gently stroked Ariana's hair and said, "If anything happens, you can write to me, I'll always be here."
The silver light turned into an albatross again and flew out of the window.
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