"School is about to start. We can order some for the students in the training class." Hermione turned her head away in embarrassment when Allen looked at her. Her two little fingers twirled unconsciously. Soon, she came up with an excuse for her craving for sweets.
The girl in front of him was sad. Allen couldn't help but rub her fluffy curly hair. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to Little Mama's cake shop."
"Let's go." Luna, who had tasted the cake, took an apple from the fruit basket on the table and took a bite.
After asking around, Allen brought Hermione and Luna out. The little sister, Emily, wanted to follow, but Daisy pulled her aside and whispered a few words into her ear. She made a face at the little girl and ran back upstairs.
Allen glanced at Daisy, who was snickering, and shook his head. He left with Hermione and Luna. He turned around and knocked on the door of the tent next door.
Narcissa looked at Allen and the other two who appeared at the door. She looked a little surprised. "Allen? Harris? "
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. We're here to see Draco. "Allen bowed and greeted her.
A bright smile instantly bloomed on Narcissa's face. "Draco will be very happy. Please come in. I'll call him out right away."
Entering the tent, it was as if they had entered an extremely luxurious small palace. Not only was the space very spacious, but the decorations inside were also extremely luxurious.
Soon, Draco followed Narcissa down the stairs.
"Allen, Luna, what would you like to drink? This is — "Narcissa greeted them warmly.
"Hermione? Granger. "Draco's tone was a little stiff.
Narcissa twitched the corner of her mouth at Hermione. "Hermione, is apple juice okay?" Narcissa noticed the apple in Luna's hand.
"Thank you." Hermione nodded. She looked at the pure-blooded wizards who used to look down on the Muggle family. Now, they had to be polite to her. It felt pretty good.
"Is there anything I can do, Allen … uh … brother?" Draco was obviously not used to using such a flattering tone. He secretly glanced at Allen, waiting for his response.
Draco was the only son in the family. When Lucius talked to him, he thought that Draco would refuse to be someone else's godson... but unexpectedly, after hearing Harris's name, Draco happily...
"Draco, we found a very delicious cake shop. We want to take you to try it." Allen looked at Malfoy affectionately. When he saw the young man in front of him smiling because of his response, he also smiled.
"What shop is it?" Narcissa held a few transparent glasses and a bottle of iced apple juice.
Draco took the initiative to pour five glasses of apple juice and personally delivered it to everyone.
Draco even gave Hermione a friendly smile. But when he turned his head, he looked at Allen. Seeing Allen's approving eyes, he drank his juice in one gulp.
"Little Mama's cake shop, Mrs. Malfoy." Allen said with a smile.
"Little Mama's cake shop, sounds pretty sweet. Allen, thank you for everything you've done for the Blake Family. "Narcissa carefully looked at the door and thanked him.
Narcissa was a pureblood with a high sense of family honor. She was very happy that Sirius could be rehabilitated. Most importantly, the Blake Family could continue.
Allen raised his glass and drank the juice in his hand with a smile.
Before leaving, Allen glanced at Narcissa handing a big bag of gold coins to Draco. He couldn't help but laugh. This money should be enough to buy "Mama's Cake Shop".
The four of them quickly went to the place where they could stop the magic bus. Allen stretched out his magic wand, which emitted a fluorescent light. Malfoy's eyes flashed, but he didn't ask anything.
A purple three-decker bus braked suddenly and stopped in front of them. That ferocious momentum caused the four people to involuntarily jump back.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus. Where are you going?" The conductor, Stan Parker, asked. Sang Pak stuck his head out and greeted them warmly.
"Let's go to Cheddar." Allen took out a few gold coins.
Stan immediately invited them to get on the bus. "Cheddar is a good place. The cheddar cheese is delicate and soft. It will make you feel the taste of happiness."
Draco held on to the brass pillar for dear life to prevent himself from falling off the chair during the rush of the bus.
Stan's body swayed freely with the rhythm of the bus. "In Cheddar, there's a cake shop. You must not miss it."
Before they asked, Stan introduced it enthusiastically. "'Little Mama's Cake Shop' is opened by a pair of siblings, Monica? Geller and Ross? Geller. Monica? Geller is a famous chef in the local area. She wants to delve into innovative dishes. The shop is located in a small house near the outskirts of the city. There, the two of them live a peaceful and rich life in daily fermentation, brewing, and baking. Many people go there because of its reputation. "
After a bumpy ride, they arrived at Cheddar.
Malfoy's face was pale. He began to regret drinking so much juice at home.
They walked, strolled, bought, poured cheese, cheese sauce, baked cheese … In Cheddar, cheese was omnipotent.
Finally, they came to a plain-looking wooden house located in the suburbs about a quarter of a mile away from town. Clumps of maple trees nestled comfortably around the house, forming a sparse grove.
"It stinks!" Other than Malfoy, Allen and the other two had extremely sharp senses.
"Oh, I smell the most disgusting stench in my life, and it's coming from that chimney. In my opinion, it can't be anything good. "Malfoy covered his nose and exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"Something might have happened. Let's go take a look," Hermione said, a trace of worry flashing across her face.
Standing in front of the door, Allen knocked on the door, but no one came to open it.
Allen listened carefully. There was indeed a sound at the door.
"Is anyone there? Mr. Geller, Miss Geller, are you there? "Allen asked loudly.
There was a rustling sound behind the door, and then there was silence, not a sound.
Allen knocked on the door again. With a creak, the door opened by itself. The scene in the room was unobstructed.
It was a very comfortable room with a large sofa. In the corner, there was an armchair with a thick cushion facing the warm fireplace. A small desk sat under the window, and a book was spread out on top of it.
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