Chapter 175: Looking Up At The Starry Sky Faction, Dumbledore’S Bad Taste (Transition, Jumpable!)

Chapter 175: Looking Up At The Starry Sky Faction, Dumbledore’S Bad Taste (Transition, Jumpable!)

The old man walked down the elevator and came to the door.

He sensed Wayne coming over in a hurry and was wondering what was important, but he overheard the unreliable conversation between the two.

Dumbledore found that even after so much time, he was very familiar with Wayne.

But he still often couldn't catch up with the young man's brain.

"Lady Lawrence is kind-hearted, you must not refuse." the gargoyle reminded:

"Dumbledore, you don't want to be unable to enter your office in the future, do you?"

Wayne looked at him with admiration and quietly gave him a thumbs up.

The doorman actually threatened not to open the door to the owner, which can be regarded as the ultimate security guard.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "I didn't say no, but you don't need to trouble Mr. Lawrence, I will help you find a companion.

The gargoyle stone beast gave up and lay on the ground happily.

"So, what's the matter with coming here in such a hurry?" Lao Deng didn't go in, so he simply asked at the door.

"That's it, Professor..." Wayne told him about the Hufflepuff Kitchen King Competition.

"I would like to invite you to be a judge."

"The King of Kitchen Competition is interesting." Dumbledore became interested: "Mr. Lawrence, is this your idea?"

"Yes, everyone wanted to have a good time before leaving school, so I came up with this idea."

"That's great." The old man's eyes were extremely kind.

This is exactly what his dream campus should look like, and Wayne's approach is exactly what he wants.

In life, there should not only be the pursuit of magic and power, but the people around you and a happy life are the more cherished existences.

"It is an honor for me to receive the invitation." Dumbledore said happily: "This is the first time to taste the students' craftsmanship. I think this event can be held forever.

"If it succeeds, I think it should." Wayne said with a smile:

"Since you agreed, I will invite the other deans."

"Go." Dumbledore nodded and said, "The more lively the better, I'm looking forward to your work."

Saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Wayne went to find his headmaster again.

Professor Sprout readily agreed and generously allowed the students to come to the greenhouse to collect the materials they needed.

07 “A very interesting activity, very Hufflepuff.

The more Sprout sees her cubs, the more satisfied she becomes. Since Wayne came, her little badgers have become more and more energetic.

On the way to Snape's office, Wayne happened to bump into Professor McGonagall who was walking with Professor Flitwick, saving him a lot of trouble.

After hearing Wayne's invitation, Flitwick happily agreed, but Professor McGonagall pursed his lips with a serious expression.

"Students organizing large-scale activities need to apply to professors in advance."

"And according to your plan, there is a high probability that the time will exceed the curfew."

"Professor..." Wayne also felt a little scared.

Professor McGonagall is as difficult to deal with as the other deans and principals combined.

Just when he thought Professor McGonagall would refuse or even stop them, the serious-looking older cat lady suddenly laughed.

"Twenty points will be deducted from Hufflepuff. Consider it the punishment for today's night out."

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.

Points were deducted, indicating that Professor McGonagall acquiesced in their behavior.

"Then will you attend?" Wayne asked again.

"I wish I wouldn't miss such an interesting celebration." Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "Hufflepuff adds thirty points for your whimsy."

"Thank you, see you later."

Wayne said a polite farewell and disappeared.

"Why is such a good kid not from our college?" Professor McGonagall looked at his disappearing back and shook his head regretfully.

"That's right." Professor Flitwick agreed.

"King of Kitchen Competition? It's boring, so I won't go."

Snape lowered his head to handle the medicinal materials, without even glancing at Wayne, and decisively refused.

Fortunately, for others, Snape was completely unable to deal with it, but for someone, it pinched his weak point.

"Is that so?" the young man said quietly, "I have also prepared souvenirs for a few professors. It seems that I can save some."

A glass bottle filled with black ash appeared on the table.

Snape's eyes were fixed on the bottle, and he didn't even notice that the gallbladder elixir in his hand had been squeezed out.

"This is...the ashes left after the Phoenix's rebirth?"

"That's right." Wayne nodded.

Phoenix King's Nirvana is not like Fox, who needs to grow up from an infant body to undergo a new reincarnation, but is an innate skill.

After Nirvana, Phoenix King's injuries and condition will return to their peak, or even become stronger.

These ashes are a by-product of Phoenix King's skill training. Wayne did some research and found that the medicine is no less effective than tears.

"Since several deans have participated, it would not be appropriate for me to be absent."

Snape tried to stay calm and casually made an excuse for himself.

But his hand has quietly reached towards the glass bottle.

Wayne took it back before him.

"Lawrence, what do you mean?" Snape looked at Wayne unkindly.

"Didn't I tell you this? This is a souvenir after the game."

"You don't believe in my character?" Snape became angry: "Since I agreed, I will definitely do it!

Wayne said nothing, his eyes said everything.

He really didn't believe it.

Snape pointed at the door angrily: "Get out!"

After a lot of twists and turns, Wayne finally returned to Hufflepuff's common room.

A total of fourteen contestants were selected by the prefects. Hannah, who has a family background, came up with some questions, and then a few controversial contestants competed temporarily. The blood line who finally qualified was indeed from each grade. The best cook.

"How's it going? Did the judges find him?" Cedric asked when he saw Wayne coming back.

"We found it. The principal and the four deans will be here when the time comes."

Poof!

Twoley, who was drinking tea, squirted out, while Henderson across from him showed no expression.

"Sorry Neil, I didn't mean it." Twoley hurriedly cast a spell to clean him up, and then looked at Wayne in disbelief: "What did you say, principal, dean?"

The little badgers around were also dumbfounded.

Is it necessary to play so big? Why did the principal and dean come here for a game?

"Snape will come too?" Cedric thought about Snape's character and his relationship with Wayne, and he didn't believe it.

Snape serves as a judge for the potions competition, but Thaksin is a food judge

This is inconsistent with his character!

Wayne explained with a smile: "After hearing several other deans agree, Professor Snape quickly accepted the invitation."

"After all, he doesn't want to seem out of place."

Whether Cedric believes it or not, this has become an established fact.

When they heard that the dean and principal were coming, the participating little badgers were nervous and excited. After deciding what they wanted to cook, they ran into the kitchen.

Everyone was idle, and many people followed in to watch the fun.

For a qualified little badger, coming to the kitchen is like coming home, and the house elves also take it for granted.

But like this time, hundreds of people were squeezed in at once, which still frightened them.

After Wayne quickly explained what they were going to do, the house elves regained their composure.

Some of the elves wanted to bang their heads against the pillars, thinking that their cooking skills were too poor to satisfy everyone, so they cooked the food themselves.

However, they were all stopped by kind-hearted students.

"Okay, don't cause any more trouble." Wayne knew that he had to be tougher when talking to them, so he ordered:

"Professor Dumbledore and several deans will be here in a moment. Please get out of your way."

brush!

Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, the elves trembled and hid obediently in the corner.

"Each person can choose a house elf as an assistant, but it can only be responsible for simple tasks."

After looking at the time, it felt a little tight, so Wayne relaxed some conditions a little.

Suddenly the elves looked over eagerly, expecting to be chosen.

"Eh? Norman, you can actually cook?" Wayne then discovered that the person representing the second-year boys was actually his roommate Norman.

"I don't know either." Toby said with a hurt expression: "It turns out that when he talked about cooking just now, he was very reasonable."

"Hey." Norman said embarrassedly.

"My grandfather is a chef. He taught me a few dishes during the summer vacation. I just learned it soon."

Wayne and Toby both reached out and nodded at him.

"You kid."

Near ten o'clock, Dumbledore and several deans came hand in hand, and Wayne was already ready.

A long table is placed in the middle of the lounge and kitchen, with six chairs behind it.

In order to ensure the spaciousness of the space, a traceless stretching spell was temporarily added.

The little badgers gathered around with their transformed stools, waiting for the contestants to come up with their creations.

Four deans, one principal, plus Wayne as the organizer, there are exactly six referees.

Everyone was still very nervous at first, after all, it was already the curfew time, but seeing that the professors didn't pay any attention, they gradually relaxed.

"Mr. Lawrence, didn't you sign up?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"No, my cooking skills are only good enough to eat."

"That's a shame. It would be great if students from other colleges could participate in this event.

"The last time I ate the pasta made by Miss Crevat at your house, I still think about it often."

It seems that Dumbledore really wants to fix this event and become a collective problem for the four houses.

Professor Flitwick's focus lies in other aspects.

"Clivat? Is he the one from our college?"

Dumbledore replied: "Yes, a very good Ravenclaw."

Well, Dumbledore went to Lawrence's house and ate the food cooked by Crevat. The weird relationship made the goblin headmaster not react too much.

Several deans and Wayne were chatting easily about Christmas vacation arrangements, but Snape was the only one sitting at the edge, showing no intention of participating.

Many young wizards were wondering whether Professor Snape had been threatened and forced to step in.

After a while, the kitchen door was opened.

The first contestant came with his work. Wayne smiled, not expecting Norman to be the first.

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up when he saw the food on the plate.

"Scotch eggs?"

"A very traditional snack." Dumbledore nodded, and Norman nervously placed the food in front of them.

Scotch eggs are a snack made of pork stuffing mixed with batter and then wrapped in eggs and fried. It has a history of more than 300 years in the UK, which is quite long for this country.

I cut it open and took a bite. The meat filling on the outside was not fried, and the eggs inside were also runny.

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"Norman, your craftsmanship is great." Wayne gave a thumbs up and praised.

Norman smiled sheepishly.

Several judges raised their signs to give scores, with the full score being ten points and the lowest being zero.

In the end, Norman got forty-nine points, Professor McGonagall gave it nine points, and everyone else got eight points. It was obvious that Professor McGonagall liked this snack very much.

Norman got off to a good start, and the little wizards peeking out from the kitchen were even more excited.

Next is a fifth grade girl who cooks oxtail stew, which is a cream soup base with a lot of sugar.

Except for Dumbledore who was very happy, the other judges were silent and only gave 7 points of encouragement.

The dishes served by students one after another were all home-cooked dishes.

Pork pie, pastrami bagels, fish and chips, caramel croutons.

With the help of the elves, everyone made large portions, and the other little badgers who were in the audience also got some food.

Although it's not much, it's enough to taste.

Until Cedric brought his work up, which made Wayne and several professors' eyelids twitch.

Appeared, actually appeared.

Look up at the stars!

On the baked golden and crispy pie, more than a dozen tilapia heads stood upright, staring at the sky.

"How come you want to cook this?" Wayne couldn't help but ask.

"When my father and I traveled to Cornwall, we ate at a local Muggle restaurant. It was very good. Please try it."

Cedric enthusiastically divided the pie between Wayne and the other professors.

Wayne really couldn't bring himself to do it. As soon as he lowered his head and met those eyes that were still staring at him, he lost all appetite.

Dumbledore had lived long enough to see all kinds of weird things, and he was the first to take action after the initial discomfort.

He quickly cut a piece of pie and ate the fish head on it in one bite. His expression froze for a moment, then he chewed it gently, and finally smiled.

"Surprisingly good."

"Severus, Minerva, you should try it too. After saying that, Dumbledore couldn't wait to eat the second piece.

Several other professors breathed a sigh of relief.

They are here to be judges, not to test drugs.

Seeing Dumbledore eating so happily, it may be another dish that looks scary but tastes very little.

Wayne stuffed the pie into his mouth hesitantly, but when he saw Snape's face turning green, he immediately spat it out.

"Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall covered his mouth with a handkerchief and shouted in confusion.

I fell for this old man’s trick!

Cream, potatoes, onions, salted fish, dry cheese, these things can obviously be made into delicious food separately, but under the influence of icing sugar, the various flavors are mixed together.

Ge only felt a heady smell that was so inspiring.

Professors Flitwick and Sprout coughed repeatedly, pointed at Old Den, and were speechless.

After completing the prank, Dumbledore smiled as happily as a child.

"Zero points! It must be zero points!"

Snape pointed at Cedric angrily: "Poison the professor, Hufflepuff will deduct ten points!"

Even Sprout had no intention of stopping her. She was busy rinsing her mouth. If Snape hadn't said anything, she would have ended the marriage.

Even the dean was fooled, this kid Cedric is really bad at learning.

"It shouldn't be!"

Seeing everyone's exaggerated performance, Cedric was stunned. He had never done it at home before, and even his parents had praised it.

Cedric took a piece of it and put it into his mouth without belief, and his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

It's broken, the salt has turned into sugar!