Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Exam week is coming soon.

Starting a week ago, the little wizards have become uneasy. The Hufflepuff common room is full of people every day. The sound of endorsements, writing, and complaints cannot stop at all.

Not only the little wizards in the first grade, but also the seniors in the fifth grade are in a state of confusion every day, as if they want to seize all the time to study and practice immortality for twelve nights just to go to the execution ground.

Being surrounded by this serious atmosphere, even Robert couldn't help but panic.

The steps to prepare scabies potion, the steps to prepare the forgotten potion...

Basic Transfiguration Laws...

The movement and gestures of magic...

Bai Xian...Devil's Net...

The Origin of the Elf Rebellion...

After going through all the knowledge, Robert stared at the notebook in his hand and found somewhat speechless that he seemed to have completely understood the first-grade knowledge, right? !

Then why should I be anxious?

Robert sighed, is it pre-exam syndrome? This is not a good sign.

Breathe deeply, breathe deeply, breathe deeply.

Robert felt better, but when he looked up, he saw a large number of classmates with black eyes, bloodshot eyes, pale skin, and weak bodies...

emmmm……

It would be too much to sneak out and find something to eat at this time!

Therefore, Robert decided that in this hot, impetuous, manic, and even desperate moment, it would be better to have hot pot!

Cole looked at the little wizard in front of him in a daze, because he was so surprised that his eyes, which were already as big as two light bulbs, became even more obvious.

Bone broth? Cole was a little confused, Why do you need bone broth? Mr. Robert.

Robert scratched his head and said, Ah, I think my classmates have been studying too hard recently, so I wanted to reward them with something good.

Cole's expression became even weirder, But if it's soup, shouldn't it be made with meat? I've only heard that some potions require bones, such as dragon bones. Of course, I mean, real keel.

Dragon bones? Robert asked in surprise, That kind of big lizard can be eaten?

The recipe left by Ms. Hufflepuff records 36 ways to cook dragons. If you can get dragon meat, Mr. Robert, we can cook a pot of dragon meat stew for you. Cole said playfully Wink.

The Hufflepuff recipe is indeed in the hands of the elf!

Robert was a little surprised that Cole would tell him the news, but he was not interested in the recipe. He just wanted to make a pot of bone soup now.

Then you really underestimated Muggle delicacies, Mr. Cole. Robert said proudly, How about I teach you how to make bone soup, and you provide me with Hufflepuff's hot pot. vegetable.

It is our honor to serve wizards! Cole said, calling to a few busy elves on the side, and began to prepare the cauldron and ingredients that Robert needed.

When Robert crawled back to the common room, several little badgers who couldn't hold up were lying on the table and fell asleep. Robert asked Cole to put the big pot of bone soup in the fireplace, and the little badgers smelled the smell. His nose was twitching, and while he was half asleep and half awake, there was already a circle of people outside the fireplace.

Robert scratched his head and said, You should take out the tableware.

Only then did the little badgers react and ran to find the plates in a panic. Only a few senior seniors took the bowls.

Eh heh heh?! Robert looked at the seniors curiously.

Senior Vadina puffed up her chest and said proudly, As someone who aspires to eat delicious food all over the world, how can I not know about hot pot? I have brought spicy hot pot to cook it! But why? This soup is white.”

Robert understood and explained, One type of hot pot is Yuanyang pot, or red and white soup. Generally, spicy hot pot is red and is called red soup. This is another non-spicy hot pot called white soup.

Senior Sister Vadina nodded, I have heard of a clear water soup. I don't know if it tastes good. The hot pot soup base made from this broth smells great. I want to try it later.

Robert gave a thumbs up, expressing his admiration for foodies, The one you mentioned is a side stove, and that one should be eaten with dipping sauce. Try this big bone soup first.

The house elf quickly cooked the vegetables and meat rolls in the pot, and put the food into the little wizard's utensils.

This completely different way of eating British food made the little wizards a little confused.

I want to eat it with the soup! Senior Sister Vadina handed the bowl to the elf, Let's have some soup.

The elf quickly served her a bowl of soup.

Senior Sister Vadina took a beautiful sip, The white soup hot pot is just for this bowl of soup...

This way of eating made the other little badgers particularly curious, but they looked at their shallow plates.

Resentment...

Because there were a lot of nourishing potions in the hot pot, the little wizards felt warm all over their bodies after drinking it, and even their heads that seemed groggy from staying up late for a long time were a little more awake. Although they didn’t know why, they just wanted to have a pot at this time. Chilled pumpkin juice.

Comfortable...

The little badgers, who had eaten and drank enough, had no interest in continuing to read. They yawned and prepared to go back to the dormitory to catch up on their sleep.

At this moment, Gabriel Truman ran in with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Although he was beaten a bit badly, he was grinning stupidly.

The little badgers all cast curious glances.

Okay, guys, I'm fine. Truman chuckled, but because he accidentally pulled the wound, he exclaimed in pain.

Several senior students hurriedly went to get the fresh food, but he chuckled and said, Don't worry, the Ravenclaw boy is worse off than me. After that, he told about his experience.

After lunch, Truman went to the library to review his arithmetic, and happened to mention Bridget Wenlock and her famous theory on the magical properties of the number seven. At this time, the prefect of Ravenclaw happened to pass by, saw the content in the book, and said casually, As expected of our senior Ravenclaw, he also has profound attainments in arithmetic divination.

In fact, this thirteenth-century arithmetic divination expert was sorted into Hufflepuff House that year. In other words, he was an authentic Hufflepuff.

Out of respect for the senior Hufflepuff, Truman naturally pointed out his mistake immediately and asked the other party to correct it. However, the prefect insisted that it was an error in the record in the book.

I dueled with him. Truman raised his eyebrows, That idiot, his spell is not as powerful as mine, and he can actually become a prefect?

Senior Sister Vadina slapped her away, and Truman took a deep breath and didn't dare to move.

Really! You actually proposed a duel directly! You may be imprisoned for this matter! She said angrily, It's about to take the exam, and you are actually imprisoned?

I was supposed to be in solitary confinement, at least for a week. Truman looked a little proud, But when Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick came over, she just warned me and secretly gave it to me. A box of coconut sorbet. But that Ravenclaw was scolded by Professor Flitwick and had to at least write a few sheets of parchment.

The little badgers were relieved.

By the way, is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death... Truman said with a sad face, I haven't eaten anything since lunch...

Ah, you came just in time, there should be some soup left in the pot. Robert pointed to the fireplace, Just put the ingredients in and cook it yourself.

Truman ran over to the fireplace to get some food.

When Robert returned to the dormitory, Honey Badger was already lying on the bed, without even pulling up the bed curtains, although he really didn't need that thing today.