Chapter 613
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"Slap!" Allen felt Ravenclaw slapping his back. His flesh trembled slightly from the force of the slap. "Lie on the table."
The torn and bloodstained leggings that clung tightly to his body had been connected to Allen's flesh that had been worn by the flying broom. It was impossible for Allen's uninjured hand to completely take it off.
After a moment of hesitation, Allen had no choice but to lie down. His face was flushed and his ears were red. After all, this embarrassing situation was different from being massaged.
With a ripping sound, Ravenclaw tore off his pants. The tearing pain made him grimace in pain.
"You didn't seem to be afraid of pain when we were in the sky," Ravenclaw said sarcastically.
Allen felt a cool sensation on his inner thigh, which eased the pain. Ravenclaw's slender fingers dipped into the cold and smooth ointment. Allen shuddered and could not help but groan.
"Don't move. There's an event at Helga's Tavern. We have to attend it later." Ravenclaw's fingers slid over his groin. An indescribable feeling made him shudder.
After a while, the dark green door of Helga's Tavern opened. Ravenclaw extended an arm and placed Allen's uninjured right arm on top of it to help him walk in. Allen's steps were still a little unnatural, but it was not a big problem if he just walked slowly.
As soon as they entered, they saw a group of people gathered around the bar in front of them. They were cheering and jumping for joy. The atmosphere was very lively.
Hufflepuff's apprentice separated the crowd and led Allen and Ravenclaw over. Although he did not have to do so soon, Allen was quickly recognized by the wizards who had witnessed the duel. They enthusiastically called out Allen's name and made way for them to pass.
Allen politely nodded his head and thanked them. He then saw Godrick Gryffindor in the center of the crowd. Godrick sat on two wooden stools on both sides of his body and left the middle part of his body dangling in the air. The male wizard's condition looked worse than Allen's. There were plasters on his head and upper body, and one of his arms was hanging in front of his chest. However, he was obviously in good spirits. The red-haired wizard still had some food left in the corner of his mouth. In front of him was a stack of empty plates. There were also some plates on the table filled with round meatballs. Each of the meatballs was a little bigger than a goose's egg. They were doused in butter and fried until golden brown, emitting a tempting aroma.
A huge wooden board floated in the air. On it were people's names and numbers. The biggest and brightest name at the top was clearly Godrick Gryffindor.
When Gryffindor picked up another meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, the crowd cheered. There was a flash of light, and the number behind his name on the wooden board increased by one digit. Not only him, but all the people with meatballs in front of them also had their numbers increase when they ate a meatball.
"Allen, do you want to participate in the fried beef ball eating contest?" Hufflepuff asked. She then added gently, "Support my activities."
Before Allen could say anything, Gryffindor, who had noticed the conversation, said provocatively, "Kid, you're really good with a broom. I admit that." He looked at Allen and said in a mocking tone, "So what if you're thirteen inches tall? With your small body, you can't eat it. A two-headed beef ball would probably make you choke. "
Allen narrowed his eyes and glanced at Gryffindor's record on the wooden board. He said, "Thirty-six two-headed beef balls? I might be able to eat twice your record. Come on! "
Gryffindor laughed. "Kid, I have to say that your bragging skills are as good as your flying skills. Hmm... a growing boy needs to eat more. Sit down and eat slowly. "
"As you wish." Allen sat directly opposite Gryffindor. Everyone made way for him.
Allen picked up a beef ball and bit into it. After finishing it quickly, he immediately picked up another one and chewed quickly. Allen did not want to compete with Gryffindor in terms of eating speed. It was just that the two-headed beef ball was too delicious and had a special bite.
Hufflepuff pulled Ravenclaw to a relatively quiet corner in the tavern. After pouring two cups of hot tea, Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw with a worried expression.
"Helga, speak," Ravenclaw said after taking a sip of tea.
Hufflepuff was already used to Ravenclaw's conversation. She pointed out bluntly, "Ravenclaw, did you notice the time converter on Allen's neck?"
Ravenclaw's hand that was holding the teacup paused. He looked at Ravenclaw.
"I know he came from the future." Hufflepuff looked straight at Ravenclaw with a serious expression. "I didn't say it before because I didn't think you two would be together. But now, you gave him a square handkerchief during their duel, and then you chased away the male apprentice I sent to help with the medicine … Ravenclaw, he will leave this place sooner or later. "
When Allen ate the 34th piece, he already felt full. However, a group of people gathered around him, ready to witness Gryffindor's record being broken. Thus, he continued to chew the beef ball carefully without batting an eyelid. Gryffindor looked at Allen with an embarrassed expression, his eyes wide open. He could not believe that such a small person like Allen could eat so much!
In order to have a short break, Allen began to talk to Hufflepuff who was walking over. "Helga, did you cook all of this? If it's not a secret, the people in my hometown would definitely want to know about it. "
After saying that, he continued to eat. "Thirty-eight!" the crowd screamed. The atmosphere was very lively.
"There's nothing special about the cooking method, but the texture is special because the meat was obtained when the double-headed cow was still alive. You have to grab its buttocks while it's still alive, and then cut it with a knife. However, you have to be careful because those cows will go crazy after being cut … "
Helga Hufflepuff could not help but explain in detail when it came to cooking.
The beef ball spat out of Allen's mouth. He pushed away the plates in front of him, unable to eat anymore.
"We can't count the last piece, but you broke the record with thirty-eight pieces." Hufflepuff looked at the number on the wooden board and exclaimed enthusiastically, "The champion of the big appetite competition is you, Allen Harris. Congratulations!"
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