Chapter 581：

Although Gryffindor was careless, Slytherin sometimes brought potions that ruined the taste.

But a kitchen full of emotion is the best.

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

"With them gone, we have become meaningless." Hu Bao said.

"There will be new wizards discovering you later," John said as he saw the food being baked. "They are just like the four original founders, bringing 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 thunder!"

Seeing Daphne's face still covered with crushed **** that she accidentally touched, John just wanted to ask who invented this.

Mashed potatoes and **** are mixed, and some durians are added to increase the viscosity, and a layer of what seems to be tomato sauce is poured on top.

John hesitated to speak.

Hannah also looked at the thing called 'thunder' with suspicion. After taking this bite, she just cleared the mine in her mouth.

"No, why are you using me to pretend to be 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: "A full stomach is the happiest thing."

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

Putting the dish called ‘Explosive Thunder’ into his mouth, John’s eyes widened.

He felt the magic power moving within his body, and the magic power contained in this mouthful was no less than the last time.

He raised his head and glanced at Daphne, who still had **** mud on her face, and the emotion poured into her turned into magic power.

The second bite.

John kept putting ‘Explosive Thunder’ into his mouth. Apart from the weird particles and sticky texture, this thing still had its advantages.

For example, its tomato sauce is real tomato sauce.

Well, there are so many advantages.

After the whole plate was wiped out, John calmly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

At this time, he noticed that there was a strange lock open on the back of the cabinet of the grumpy chef.

There are four locks on the big cabinet, and now there are only three locks left.

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

Daphne was startled, then immediately became happy.

"you like to eat?"

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

After all, he has no sense of taste.

Daphne was very happy, hugged Hannah and jumped up.

The grumpy chef got angry at the cabinet, smashed out two bowls and said: "The distinguished guests still want to order, please hurry up!"

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

John's eating of 'Thunderbolt' gave Daphne great confidence.

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

And Hannah is also studying hard.

They seemed to have forgotten who taught whom today.

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

"No big deal." John shrugged.

His eyes always fell on the back of the big cabinet.

All the four locks above are open, and I don’t know what they are.

The pot treasure admired John, and it flatteringly refilled the empty teacup with hot tea.

The other tools in the kitchen were all making sounds, playing a tune together.

Soon, the second dish came.

That’s a Typhoon Shelter Fried Noodle.

Well, it’s really windy.

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

Why are special effects added to cooking?

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Chapter 597 One Hundred Ways to Make Potatoes, Patron Saint

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 with wizards, witches have more sensitive and delicate minds.

John believed 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 the 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 behind the large cabinet open.

Sure enough, this needs to be opened by eating.

John was even more certain that it was Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets.

Hannah said in surprise: "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 likes this taste?

Nanawi…

Hannah felt that learning the cookbook might be the right choice.

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 the blue-dyed meat inside.

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 makes people uncomfortable.

John closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.

The third dish is solved.

The fourth dish is served.

John might as well do what he did just now and close his eyes to solve the problem quickly.

As the last bite of something unknown whether it was raw meat or fish entered his mouth.

"Click."

The four locks are opened.

John wiped his mouth and looked up.

The big cupboard seemed to have discovered that its lock was unlocked. He threw the tableware out of his stomach angrily and said, "My back is open!"

Raising his hand to float the big cabinet, John came behind it.

"What's this?"

Daphne and two others 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 thought after seeing it: "A hundred ways to make potatoes?"

Hannah also picked up one, "A guide to how to make a fat Scottish chicken with a round face?"

[Ding, found Hufflepuff’s Chamber of Secrets]

[Ding, complete the challenge mission, find the secret rooms of the remaining two founders before the end of the school year, and get the mission reward, magic blood +1]

John picked up a piece of paper that read: "How to cook Flying Lion Tenderloin."

"These are...recipes?"

Hannah was a little unsure. John picked up another piece of parchment with the words 'dragon liver deodorizing method' and said, "No, these are cooking methods for magical creatures."

He was speechless and looked through the past.

At least more than 90% of the recipe materials here belong to protected magical animals.

He finally understood why Hufflepuff hid it.

It turns out that these things were later illegal activities.

"I should have thought of it." John smiled bitterly, without any regret or love.

This is the last stubbornness of a foodie.

"As Professor Binns said, Hufflepuff is not the kind of person who hides his or her secrets."

John sighed.

If these things are passed down in Hogwarts, I am afraid that there will not be a few wizards who graduate and take risks.

Potboy jumped over and said, "I remember this. Hufflepuff had a quarrel with the other three founders because of this, 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 Magical Animals".

"Well, I think I can handle it for Hufflepuff."

John shook his head and took the recipe in his hand.

His eyes fell on the 'Hundred Ways to Cook Potatoes', and he said: "This one can be kept."

He was full of resentment towards the house-elf's skin-on potatoes that had not changed over the years.

I hope Hufflepuff’s recipes will allow them to learn from them.

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."