The part Allen was responsible for was finally over. Hibiscus Chinensis and the others packed up the props and prepared to leave. They would finish the rest of the shooting on their own later.
At this time, Ross Geller no longer had the aura he had when he was talking about his profession. He returned to his slow self. He ran out of the factory quickly and came to Allen with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Principal Harris..." Ross's slow voice sounded again.
Allen, who was talking to Hermione, noticed Ross's strange behavior. When he saw the other party's appearance, he quickly stared at Ross's head and stared at him attentively.
Allen then relaxed and reached out his hand before Ross could speak. "Of course, Ross. Give me the poster. I'll sign it for you..." He took the poster from Ross's back and opened it. "Uh... I was still playing ball a few years ago. Looking at it now... it's kind of embarrassing."
As he spoke, Allen signed his name on the Quidditch photo of him when he was participating in the national team in his fourth grade. "How's the golem arm I asked Hermione to custom-make for you?"
"I'll get the express delivery to send it to you in a few days. An owl can't hold such a heavy thing … Also … Principal Harris …" Taking back the poster, Ross spoke faster because he was satisfied. It was just that he was slower than the average person. "Principal Harris invites you to participate in next year's Quidditch World Cup …"
"Uh, I don't have much time to train anymore. Coach Geraldine has already retired … Uh …" Allan looked at the other party's expression halfway through his sentence and changed his words in order to prevent the other party from continuing to persuade him. "Of course, I have been in contact with the new national team coach Larry Brown through letters before. If he still has such requirements for me and allows me to only participate in the competition without training, I can still continue to play in the competition."
Hermione saw that Ross did not intend to leave. She quickly said, "Mr. Geller, it's still early to talk about Quidditch. We can think about it later. If there's nothing else, Principal Harris and I will leave first..."
"Oh, okay..." Ross nodded a little dejectedly. "Oh, please wait... Miss Granger..." He suddenly raised his voice. "Please wait a moment. My sister Monica asked me to bring you news..." He was a little flustered as he took out a piece of parchment and a crumpled notebook from his bag.
"Please wait, Mr. Geller!" Hermione shouted.
Ross, who was focused on the matter at hand, did not notice Hermione's voice. "You can't research the golems day and night. Remember to eat … Uh, sorry, the part for you is still at the back … This part is for me …"
"Mr. Geller! Please wait a moment! " Hermione wanted to interrupt Ross again, but the other party did not look at her eyes and gestures at all. He peeked at Allen who had begun to notice them. Hermione slapped her forehead, feeling a little headache.
"Please tell Miss Granger that Harris University has recently invited Gordon Ramsay to teach her culinary skills. I have to attend the training so the cheesecake she ordered will have to be delayed for a few days. Also, in order to compensate me, I've written down the recipe of the new dish I've recently developed together with the formula she requested in my notebook. Please bring it to her …" Ross began to recite without even raising his head. "Lastly, according to Miss Granger's confidentiality request, please inform her in private."
After he finished reading, he raised his head to look at Hermione who was glaring at him angrily. Ross, who was slow to react, was stunned. He quickly leaned closer to look at the words on the paper again. "Oh..." Ross dragged out the word and snapped back to reality. With an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, Miss Granger."
Due to the fact that there were many outsiders present, Allen did not say anything. However, he deliberately opened his mouth slightly and looked sideways at Hermione as though he was frozen on the spot.
Seeing Allen pretending to be shocked, Hermione glared at him angrily and opened her hand to Ross. He quickly stuffed the notebook in his hand to Hermione. Then, he realized that Hermione's finger had pressed on the spot where the notebook was stained with the black Golem lubricant. The lubricant had dried up because it had been too long, and it was difficult to clean it up.
"I'm sorry again, Miss Granger. When my sister gave it to me, it was basically new..." Ross only felt that his entire face was burning. He was usually focused on studying Golems, so he was a little sloppy when it came to living.
Hermione noticed that someone was looking at them. She casually put the letter and notebook into her pocket and pulled Allen away with Phantom Shift.
"Hermione, I caught you sneaking around behind our backs!" Allen winked at Hermione. "You don't let us eat candy, but you secretly ordered cheesecake to eat..."
"I didn't do it for food! Okay, it's not just... "Hermione defended herself and gave up." I just think that I should learn how to cook, so that I won't always be ridiculed by Penello... Your mother has been asking Daisy and Emily to learn recently. She thinks that this is the reason why Daisy is still single... "
After hearing Hermione's explanation, Allen, who had been staring at Hermione for a long time, suddenly felt a little scared. He responded dryly, realizing that Hermione really did not want to satisfy her appetite. She still thought that she was one step ahead of Penello, so she did not want to be caught up by Penello. Recently, Penello was often praised by his family for taking care of her mother's diet, which made her a little jealous.
"Haven't you started to learn how to cook recently?" Hermione took out the crumpled cookbook and tried to use magic to make it clean. "I don't think it's more difficult than brewing potions. As long as I follow the steps strictly, I can at least make a few dishes."
Looking at Hermione's expression, Allen was even more scared. The problem with Penello was finally solved, and now it was difficult to tell Hermione about it.
"You're so busy working under the Umbrella, you don't have to spend so much effort on this..." Allen looked at Hermione's expression and felt that he could not open his mouth no matter what. In the end, he just shamelessly praised, "Hermione, you're smart, brave, sharp and knowledgeable. You've helped me a lot on the way to achieving the goal of breaking the Secret Act. You see, the Magic Realm has already cooperated with the Muggle World. The current situation is much better than what we wanted to change in the beginning. So, you don't have to show off your culinary skills anymore. You've done enough... "
"Now, the pure-blood wizards are changing their mindset. Even if they don't admit it, they've realized that the Muggle World is no longer an ignorant serf who poops everywhere." Hermione was quite proud of this, but she misunderstood Allen's meaning. "But after being busy for a while, I have more free time. Unlike Penello, I can't stay in the kitchen for a long time, but I should at least learn the basics. This time, I should at least learn how to make this cake. Otherwise, Monica's kindness will be wasted. She told me the secret recipe that she just developed..."
Allen forced a smile and nodded. In his heart, he thought that if the Umbrella did not invest in the Little Mama Cake Shop, Monica would not have been so easy to talk to.
Hermione looked at Allen's smile and nodded. She thought magnanimously. She thought that Penello could only rely on his culinary skills to gain some sense of superiority. If he snatched it away from her, it would be a pity.
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