"As a matter of fact, there is an even more elaborate modern thermostat spell in this record. It can produce thermostat effects on clothes. Madam Morkin... Oh, she was a rather famous wizard tailor. In my time, as long as you were willing to spend a little more money, you could buy clothes with thermostat options when they were made." Allan, who felt relaxed, thought of the little pimple on the other party's chin and reminded him, "Although the finished product can't be permanent, as long as it's a little troublesome to keep casting this little spell, I think you won't have the chance to grow a pimple again."
The chair shook slightly, and Ravenclaw jumped down from the chair. She put the parchment in her hand on the bookshelf and asked, "Is the Magic Academy built? Am I one of the founders?"
"Yes, it's built. The four branches are named after the four of you." Allen quickly answered. He did not want the Hogwarts to lose an academy because of his return to the past. He paused and added, "After that, it continued to be the best magic academy in the world until my time."
"Which academy are you in?" Ravenclaw tilted her head and looked at Allen.
"I'm in Ravenclaw." Allen saw her curious look and continued to explain, "Ravenclaw Academy's selection criteria is wisdom and intelligence. 'Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind' is our academy's motto."
Loina? Ravenclaw walked over and put her hands on the armrest of Allen's chair. She leaned closer to Allen and looked into his eyes. "Then, am I not your dean?"
Allen shrunk back, but felt his back against the chair. "You're the founder, so naturally, you're my dean."
"What's the name of the Magic Academy?" Ravenclaw let go of the armrest, grabbed a black feather pen and turned it in her palm.
"You haven't thought about it? According to the academy's records, the name and location of the academy were suggested by you, and the other three agreed... "Allen asked curiously.
"If that's the case, don't tell me the name first. Let me think about it." Ravenclaw stood up and threw the feather pen aside. "But you have to bring me to the location. I don't want to trouble myself."
Allen looked out of the window. "It's a little late now. Let's go tomorrow morning."
Ravenclaw was not in a hurry. She picked up the materials that Allen sorted out and sat on the rocking chair by the window..... of fact, of course, of course....
Seeing how engrossed Ravenclaw was as she flipped through her notes and scribbled on the parchment, Alan gave up the idea of asking her to join them for dinner. He decided to go to Hufflepuff's to get some food.
He took a shower and changed Miaomiao's wizard robe into linen underwear. He put on the loose blue summer robe that Ravenclaw chose and teleported to the tavern. He pushed open the round door and saw the Muggle bard sitting on the black and yellow sofa eating pudding, as if the pudding in front of him was the most delicious food in the world.
Allen's eyes flashed. Luna also liked pudding, but the way it was cooked and tasted completely different from the one in front of him. He waved his hand and stopped the Hufflepuff's apprentice who wanted to serve him. Then he walked straight to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, all kinds of plates, cutlery and wine glasses in the cupboard were flying around in the air. All kinds of ingredients floated out of the cupboard. Helga's apprentices used magic to turn them into ingredients for a delicious meal. The carrots and apples were chopped automatically, the batter was rolled up automatically, and the pan was stirred automatically.
"Burnt bread, burnt grilled fish, eggs that look like they've been fried for two weeks! My house elves didn't sound the alarm because they were stunned by the smoke you made? Bonnie! " Helga's voice came. Allen looked over. Helga's gentle and kind face had become serious and even a little harsh. In front of her was a plate of food that had been cooked for a long time. Beside her was an apprentice, the red-haired witch Bonnie, who had recently joined the tavern. Her head was lowered, and her face and ears were red.
"What are you laughing at? Tracy, I don't even need to look at your grilled fish. If you put it in water now, it'll come back to life! " Hufflepuff noticed the other apprentice's expression and unceremoniously retorted, "If you're not serious about learning how to cook, don't come at night! This won't affect your magic studies during the day! Don't try to please me! "
Being caught off guard by Hufflepuff's harsh side, Alan was a bit hesitant as to whether or not he should go in. If he told Hufflepuff that he wanted to borrow the kitchen, would Hufflepuff think that he was dissatisfied with the cooking she was most proficient in and most confident in?
While Allen was hesitating, Helga, who had finished commenting on the apprentices and was patrolling the kitchen, noticed Allen. She walked over and gave Allen a passionate and tasteful hug, as if they had just met for the first time.
"Allen, what do you want to eat? Why are you in the kitchen? " After letting go of Allen, Hufflepuff walked around Allen and looked at him. "You don't look so weird in this outfit, but it doesn't look as good as your original one …"
"I want to make a dish from my hometown." Allen secretly took a few deep breaths and came up with an excuse. Then, afraid that Helga would misunderstand that he did not like her cooking, he repeatedly praised her. "Helga, the dishes in your tavern are very delicious. They look and taste good, and I like them very much. It's just that I suddenly feel like eating a dish from my hometown. So I want to borrow your kitchen and kitchen utensils. "
"A dish from your hometown?" Hufflepuff was not dissatisfied that Allen did not choose to cook for himself when he borrowed the kitchen. "Maybe I can make it if you tell me your name?"
"Uh … It's mainly because I have some special personal practices …" Allen could only come up with another excuse.
"Allen, you can use the kitchen utensils and ingredients as you wish. Don't be afraid, I won't be so harsh on a homesick wizard. Besides, you're not my culinary apprentice, right?" Hufflepuff looked at Allen and comforted him. "However, if you're not sure about your cooking skills and don't mind your recipes being stolen, you can also tell me how to cook and let me do it. Or you can cook once and let me see. Maybe I can restore them better? "
Allen hurriedly nodded. "The first dish will take some time. I need some honey, yogurt, wine and fish gelatin." Helga waved his wand and the ingredients that Allen needed flew one after another to the cooking table in front of him. At the same time, a mirror also flew over.
"Allen, can I start recording?" Hufflepuff asked.
"Of course, Helga." Allen looked at the familiar mirror in a daze. Not long after he and Luna met, they went on adventures together in this mirror world …
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