Chapter 384 is so unpalatable
“Don’t be distracted, Taylor, and learn your magic with peace of mind.”
Dumbledore’s departure did not make Professor McGonagall relax her supervision. He stared at Andrew more sternly in the past, telling him not to take advantage of the opportunity to be lazy.
Although Professor Sprout still didn't understand what Dumbledore was planning to do at the moment, the content of the teaching was not compromised at all - after confirming that Andrew understood the entire production process, she began to teach Andrew how to eliminate Here are some tips for removing impurities in finished products.
However, these skills are probably useless, because footsteps have already sounded outside the door.
Dumbledore opened the door directly, and behind the principal was a confused Andrew and their dean.
"Everyone is here," Dumbledore said with a bit of excitement in his tone, "I think I roughly understand it, but, Andrew, can you do it again?"
Andrew was almost stunned for a moment - it was full of calculations, Dumbledore only looked at it once!
Do you understand this?
However, if it is Dumbledore, there is nothing surprising.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."
Andrew agreed, and then began to select suitable wood from the ground - Jim brought a lot of wood, and it would be enough for three or four more times.
With a calm mind, he ignored the gazes of the onlookers and started to repeat the process of thinking about everything that was still in the pondering stage.
Professor Snape, who originally kept saying that this was completely inconsistent with the potion process, did not make any radical remarks, but just watched every step of his operation with a serious attitude that Andrew had never seen before.
As for the two subsequent deans, they did not say anything about this irregular process. They just watched the operation quietly - even if there were no brilliant colors, there was no Too obvious magic fluctuations.
"Exactly the same as before, I'm done."
Andrew stopped and looked at Dumbledore.
"Pomona, Filius, you can use the Scarpin Revealing Curse to check," Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation, but the two deans showed no intention of being humble at all. One person transformed into a small container, then took a sample and started casting spells.
"Merlin's beard, I'm too old, Albus, don't make such a joke."
Professor Flitwick put down the cup, blinked, and looked at Dumbledore, "This isn't April Fool's Day. Is this food?"
"There is no doubt, Filius, although the quality is so bad that I really want to throw it away, but..." Professor Sprout held the cup in disbelief and took a sip without any hesitation.
That thing is slightly poisonous, Professor!
But Professor Sprout even had some aftertaste on his face, "Without a doubt, yes, without a doubt, there is no need for additional supplements. With this solution alone, yes, yes , it works."
She stared at Andrew, "Cast the spell carefully, get up. Code to make something into shape, Merlin's beard, this food magic was actually taught by me...I will probably become the most ridiculed headmaster of Hufflepuff..."
"Also the most famous one Dean, food comes first, Pomona”
Dumbledore said with undisguised happiness, "But, Taylor, try it with batter first. To be honest, at least it can't be the first time you cast a spell."
"No need, he Now that you have learned it, there is nothing to delay. "Professor Sprout shook his head, "If there is the first one, there will be the second, and then there will be more in order to be satisfied. It is better to cast the spell for the first time. Which one is the first one to test? .”
Now Andrew really felt the pressure.
But there was no retreat - he took a breath, came to the first mixture displayed in Professor McGonagall's office, and waved his wand.
The dark solution began to fall rapidly, then floated slightly, constantly twisting, shrinking, and shrinking again, and then deformed into a cake shape and dried. Finally, it formed a dark, incomparable surface. Something like a rough pancake.
It sat quietly in the bowl like a burnt novice creation.
"Filius, prepare for our last step." Dumbledore said happily. Andrew quickly turned his head to his dean, and then his attention was quickly attracted by the thing in the dean's hand. .
‘No, Professor, you don’t want this! ’
As a relatively good transfiguration magician, he knows what those materials are for—things needed to cast permanent spells, and the main one is expensive.
But Professor Flitwick drew out his wand very neatly and quickly placed the things. As the light of the spell flashed, those expensive materials disappeared completely.
The piece of cake with a bad appearance did not change at all - but Andrew knew very well that it was permanently fixed. Unless the spell master used ritual magic to forcibly destroy it, there would be no problem with smashing nails into it.
'It was originally an existence comparable to black bread, but now it is really the strongest shield...'
"Perfect work, Filius."
Dumbledore said with admiration.
"I think so too. It would be perfect to place it at the top of the prize display room."
Professor Flitwick did not have the idea that this was a waste as Andrew thought. He looked at it with appreciation. With this bad pie.
"That's right. It's not appropriate now. Let's put it in the prize display room first," Dumbledore nodded.
‘No, principal, what are you going to do? ’
Andrew was a little stupid.
"Anyway, it's perfect," Dumbledore nodded with the same admiration, "But there are still two pieces of information, Pomona, can you please handle them?"
"I couldn't be happier, "Albus," Professor Sprout agreed very readily. She waved her wand and directly mixed the two materials together, and then began to rotate the material, separating one part with incomparable skill.
‘Removing toxins, unfortunately, my time to learn is too short. ’
Andrew stared at Professor Sprout’s live teaching and began to try hard to forget his poor spell-casting steps.
Not long after, a large, somewhat soft pancake appeared in the air - it was much whiter than the one Andrew had made, and the surface was very smooth, but it still didn't look good.
"Limited materials, I can only do this."
Professor Sprout waved his magic wand and evenly divided the cake into seven parts.
A copy was placed in front of everyone, including Jim who worked hard to get the things.
"Seven copies, just right," Professor Sprout nodded, and then picked up the one in front of him, "I suggest, let's start?"
Andrew picked up the one after him. The one in front of you.
It's rough in the mouth, and you can even feel the bark of the tree, but it has a very obvious sweetness, not like pasta, but like a poor dessert.
But, without a doubt, it’s the food.
(End of this chapter)