Alan glanced at Helga Hufflepuff in high spirits, then at the apprentices who were watching from the sidelines, and silently increased the amount of food. After all, these apprentices usually have a kind attitude towards themselves and take care of them.

"First of all, you have to mix the fish gelatin with water, because it smells a little fishy, so put the wine in ...... at this time," Alan explained to Helga on the side as he did it, "The melting process should be stirred until it is completely dissolved......

Allen's wand casts a spell on a bucket of water, causing them to fly to a nearby free-up counter, and then casts a Freeze Spell, on which a large block of ice resembles a freezer. Alan put the food he had just made into this small Xiaoice cabinet, "When the refrigeration is finished, take out the pudding inside, and it will be finished." ”

"Pudding?" Hufflepuff asked, confused.

"Yes, it's just that this is how I do it in my hometown, and in addition to this dessert, there are other different types of puddings, such as the next few kinds of puddings, which can be used as a main course. Alan explained, but he didn't dare to tell Yorkshire from Yorkshire Pudding...... Then he said what he needed, and Helga Hufflepuff's wand whizzed the ingredients to fly over.

Seeing that the other party had let the mirror record it seriously, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "There are some things in this that are just the recipes you left behind...... Are you actually teaching yourself?"

The charcoal was burned so red that it was so hot that it was difficult to master the heat of the roast placed on it – and in the Middle Ages even the pots were placed directly on the charcoal to cook food. Alan frowned, he was careless, he didn't grasp the heat properly, and the roast meat in the Yorkshire pudding near the charcoal was roasted.

Hufflepuff didn't care at all, handing the piece of Alan's batter to the apprentice who was watching, and the somewhat fat wizard expertly cut off the charred part and ate it......

It was getting late, and when Hufflepuff and her apprentices had finished tasting, Hufflepuff wiped his mouth with a handkerchief with a blank face, not reacting like the apprentices.

"Sure enough, the standard of the mentor is much higher than that of the apprentice......" Alan was a little disappointed, even though he rarely cooked himself.

Then, Hufflepuff put away the handkerchief and seemed stunned for a moment before he looked at Alan and smiled: "These dishes are very peculiar, they just gave me some new inspiration, if you don't mind, can I add them to my recipe?"

"So I had an inspiration......," Alan agreed with a little glee, and then looked at the dishes she was pointing to, and his expression froze slightly, the dishes she was referring to were the same ones he had used in the recipe he had left behind from Helga......

"By the way, Alan, there's going to be a wizarding carnival here in a few days, and we're going to have some events in our tavern, so you can come and try the new dishes I've created based on these inspirations. ”

Helga beckoned his apprentice to sort out the dishes for two, and wrapped up the large freezer he had made, including the rest of the yogurt pudding — and an extra pot of weird-smelling raw cheek juice and some freshly picked strawberries that Alan had brought back to the treehouse.

Alan placed the elaborate puddings on the long table, and Ravenclaw was still sitting by the large window, rocking her rocking chair and reading the parchment that Alan had arranged, and then her nose moved, "Helga told you I like to drink this?" and before Alan could reply, Ravenclaw got up and stood up, then tied up her casually draped hair, and walked to the long table and sat down to enjoy the dinner that Alan had brought home.

Sitting across from Ravenclaw, Alan picked up a pudding and placed it in front of the witch, observing Ravenclaw expectantly with his post-cooking enthusiasm.

"The food in front of you is actually called pudding, but it's just a way of doing it in my hometown. Allen omitted a few words from Yorkshire and said to Ravenclaw, "This time I roasted venison, which should have been best made with beef...... The cup of bread is similar to soft bread, slightly salty, hollow and fluffy in the middle, crispy on the outside, and you can use it to absorb venison juice later. ”

"You made it yourself?" Ravenclaw sniffed with his nose at the smell of roasted venison.

Alan nodded proudly, and then saw the other party grab the food directly with his hands and eat it - it is a pity that in this era, people like to use spoons except for some stews, in fact, knives and forks have not been invented, and he can only follow the local customs - even if the tableware is made in advance, the other party will not reverse the habit of using it in a short time.

"It's ok. Ravenclaw looked no different from the other foods she usually ate, and Alan couldn't tell from her expression whether she liked the taste and texture of the food, but he did introduce Ravenclaw to all the puddings that Luna liked.

No matter what kind of pudding Alan introduced to the other person, she would take a few bites, and it was not until she finally spooned and ate a lot of yogurt pudding that she cleaned her juicy hands.

Looking at Ravenclaw, who was calmly drinking the raw cheek juice, and the puddings that had not been eaten, Alan was secretly a little frustrated, Ravenclaw did not react much to the puddings he had carefully cooked, and did not show any special affection - the other party was not Luna after all.

Alan thought of what Helga had told him before, and no longer thought about food and changed the topic, "Helga told me that there will be a carnival here in a few days, what are the activities of your carnival, do you want to participate?"

"The carnival is very noisy! it's nothing more than some "fun" competitions and performances, and it's also a fair, and the wizards from the neighborhood come to buy and sell things with each other, and Helga is very keen to participate, she likes to entertain people with her food at this time. Ravenclaw stood up and moved his body, his slender arms straight to the sky. "She's hosting this time, and I don't think I can hide from it, I'll probably get a divination booth to deal with it - if you want to participate in the contest, I wouldn't suggest you take the kind of overhead cauldron contest that is prevalent in my hometown like a fool, or I might have to drag you back again. ”

Alan nodded knowingly, he liked the history of magic and Quidditch, and he knew that the race to tie a cauldron to his head and then catch a stone that had been suspended by magic a hundred feet above the ground had been made illegal since 1762. Although in the eyes of many Scottish wizards, the sport was the greatest test of manhood and courage, it was quite popular in the Middle Ages. However, the sport has also caused many deaths due to its high risk – Magnus "Deflated" MacDonald still launched a campaign in the 60s to lift the ban on overhead cauldrons, which the Ministry of Magic immediately rejected at the time. But to this day, a small number of shamans still practice the sport illegally.

In the middle of the night, Alan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and he heard the sound of rustling from the tree house that should have been quiet, so he got up from the bed and walked in the direction from which the sound came. He froze suddenly, and in the silence he saw Ravenclaw sitting softly on the floor beside the pantry, dressed only in his wide white linen pajamas.

Alan's gaze was completely immovable, as if all the light in the world was focused on the witch who was sitting on the kitchen floor stealing yogurt pudding. One of her bare legs was curled up on the ground, the other bent on her knees supporting her body. Ravenclaw's eyes were half-open, and he occasionally turned a page of the blue book that he placed next to him to relieve his boredom. As she spoonful after spoonful of those yogurt puddings into her pink lips, her curled lashes fluttered slightly, and it looked like her taste buds had been completely conquered by the dessert puddings on her hands.

In the process of enjoying these desserts, Ravenclaw's face and the tip of his nose were unconsciously glued to the cream by the last pouring of the whole bowl, and the white skin seemed to bloom small white flowers. After eating the pudding, her white and slender fingers were inserted into the red strawberries, her lips gently wrapped the strawberries on her five fingers, and the strawberries slipped into her mouth, and she swallowed the strawberries on her fingertips one by one in the order of her fingers.

Seeing such a scene, Alan was like a heavy blow, and in the moonlight Ravenclaw innocence and charm, her greedy dessert pudding and strawberry look and temperament almost coincided with Luna's.