Professor Blaine was standing next to a wooden table, wearing a loose blue jeans, a gray woolen jacket, and a white apron tied over it, and when they saw him, Professor Blaine was struggling to knead a large dough on the board.

"Flutter--"

Hermione couldn't hold it back for a moment, she covered her mouth and snickered, while the others all pursed their lips and shook their shoulders.

This is not only because of the funny costume of Amosta Bryan, whose reputation is resounding throughout the wizarding world, but also because Amosta, who is kneading her dough, actually has a lollipop in her mouth, and this lollipop may have come from a little Muggle girl who was lying on his stomach behind Amosta who was messing with him.

The little girl with curly black hair was holding a stick around Professor Blaine's neck and knocking on Professor Blaine's head with a stick. It seems to be Professor Bryan's wand.

"Amosta, I brought them--"

Mrs. Reagan walked briskly and pulled the little girl off Professor Blaine's neck, which provoked a strong resistance, but in the end Mrs. Reagan persuaded the little girl, and pulled out her wand and threw it into the basin with flour and water in front of Amosta.

It can be seen from Ron's shoulders, which immediately began to tremble violently, that he was struggling to hold back his laughter.

The kitchen staff and the older children who were helping were also watching them, some smiling kindly, while the door they had entered was already full of onlookers, and Mrs. Reagan drove them all away when she went out, and then closed the kitchen door.

The clanging sound was suddenly noticeable, and the Muggles who were busy in the kitchen withdrew their gazes, but Harry could feel that they were still watching them out of the corner of their eyes, but no one stepped forward to disturb them.

When Harry turned his gaze back to Professor Blaine, he noticed that Professor Blaine had finally turned his head. Glancing at them, the chill rising from his back made Harry instinctively puff up his chest and stand honestly, and he wasn't the only one who reacted like this, the few people around him almost all reacted in the same way.

"Come here--"

Amosta crushed the lollipop in a few bites, and then, throwing the candy stick into the trash can with precision, he squinted at the people who seemed to have been under the petrification spell, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Ahem--"

Sirius was the first to take the first step, after all, the proposal to come to Amosta came from him, so the responsibility for dissipating Amosta's anger fell on him as he smiled a little awkwardly as he slowly walked towards Amosta, his sideburns already dripping with sweat.

Amosta's face was as usual, but the faint displeasure in his lilac eyes made the few people who followed Sirius look a little cramped, Remus glanced at Sirius, who didn't know how to say hello, and Harry, who was a little frightened, pursed his lips, looked at the dough on the table, and showed a relaxed smile,

"It's amazing, Amosta, I never knew you were good at cooking—"

Amosta pulled his wand out of the basin, wiped it on his apron and inserted it into his pants pocket casually, and then looked at the restless people, after a moment of silence, Amosta shook his head, and his expression relaxed,

"There's no such thing as a free dinner, folks—" Amosta chin picked at Sirius, "you'll have to do it yourself if you want to." ”

"Oh!"

Sirius suddenly became happy, and he looked at the pots and pans and food ingredients on the table, and his gray eyes showed eagerness.

"We're all happy to help!"

Although it is said to be a help, in fact, the vast majority of the people from the magical world are doing a disservice.

Sirius came from the noble Black family, and since he was a child, he lived in an environment surrounded by house-elves and never did any household chores, even in Azkaban, the prisoners' food was also brought by the Dementors, and he didn't know what to do in the face of the pots and pans.

Remus didn't do much better than Sirius, and although he had a hard time, don't forget, he had magic to help in even the toughest circumstances, and now he certainly couldn't wave his wand in front of a horde of Muggles and make potatoes jump and skin themselves.

Needless to say, Ron, Mrs. Weasley has always taken good care of the children in the family, and although Hermione is from the Muggle world, she basically only needs to be in charge of studying when she is at home, and her parents will take care of the rest for him.

So, after Sirius nearly cut off his finger for the third time, Remus smashed two plates, and Ron and Hermione, who were tending to the stove, tried to make the fire in the stove rise, but the fire went out because they stuffed too much firewood, and caused smoke to billowing in the kitchen, Amosta blackened his face and told them all to stay aside under the watchful eyes of the Muggles in the kitchen.

Harry's performance was surprising.

Washing, peeling, slicing, and frying the vegetables were so easy that even Amosta couldn't help but look at Harry's head with appreciation.

"Well done, Potter!"

Amosta smiled, and he lowered his voice and said,

"When you graduate from Hogwarts, it's a good idea to become a chef at the Cauldron Bar!"

Harry grinned, his face brighter than the praise he had received in gym class,

"You know, teach. Uh, sir, I did a lot of dry cleaning and scrubbing when I was at Dursley! ”

Harry smiled happily, proud that he could help, but didn't pay attention, and the smile on Remus's face faded when he heard him say this, and Sirius pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with anger and self-reproach.

The face of a little boy with brown hair and clever eyes flashed through the crack in the door of the kitchen, Hermione noticed him, she wiped the black ash from her face with her sleeve, and looked at the side face of Professor Brian, who was familiar with frying sausages, and her brown eyes showed respect,

"Bryan taught. Well, sir, have you been taking care of them, I mean, this orphanage. These children? ”

"You know I don't have a lot of time, Hermione--"

Amosta poured the fried sausages onto a plate, brought them to the empty table where the dishes were placed, and then, walking non-stop, moving his nose to observe the color of the puff pastry on the surface of the bread through the glass, he took the time to reply,

"So, there's not much I can do to help, all I can do is some financial support--"

"Amosta, if you need it—"

Remus seemed to have been waiting for this topic, and he immediately said,

"I can talk to the elves—"

"I can help too, Amosta!"

Sirius, who realized what Remus was going to say, was shocked and hurriedly said.

Harry also looked like he was reluctant to speak, and he was willing to give a portion of the inheritance he inherited from his parents to help the children. It's not just for Professor Bryan's sake!

"No need, Remus and Sirius—"

Turning on the oven, the rich ground aroma rolled in, Ron's stomach immediately gurgled and he nervously covered his stomach and was relieved to find that no one was paying attention to him.

Sniffing the tempting ground incense, Amosta nodded in satisfaction,

"It's entirely my own business, and besides, the transfer of property between the wizarding world and the Muggle world is strictly monitored, you know, I don't want to make it known to the whole world."

Seeing that the table where the food was placed was already crowded with all kinds of food and hues, Amosta took off his apron and breathed a long sigh of relief, smiling at the older children and staff who were already waiting.

"It's time to eat, everyone!"

(End of chapter)