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"This is too much!" Hannah said angrily, "How could they do this!"

"Uh...Hannah, you should see what's in here."

John gently reminded: "More than 90% of these are violations of the Magical Creatures Protection Act."

Hannah took it over and looked at it. The more she looked at it, the more she doubted life.

The only items that can be served to the table are probably potatoes and fat Scottish round-faced chicken.

However, the Scottish round-faced chicken has another name, owl.

Basically, no wizard would eat an owl.

Even a ferocious dark wizard would not do this to those friends who deliver letters.

In order to make the founder of Hufflepuff look decent, this matter became a secret between the three people.

The grumpy chef in the Midnight Kitchen, Chang Keqi, also revealed the reason why the secret room was opened.

"A person who can even eat such unpalatable food must be in great need of help."

These were the words of the big cupboard, which made Daphne so angry that she almost blew up the kitchen by waving her laurel wand.

But this trip was not without success. In addition to recipes, John also received some other help.

He draws inspiration from the emotional cuisine of Midnight Kitchen.

…

The next night.

Star Club.

John stirred the cauldron and said to himself: "Hufflepuff can use emotions as a guide to use magic to give food different effects through special methods, just like refining a magic potion."

Setting the recipe outside, John walked into a room.

He summoned the Patronus Charm.

White light emitted from the albatross, John raised his wand and closed his eyes.

“If I pour all my emotion into it, can I make it do something different too?”

Opening his eyes, the albatross in front of John tilted his head.

"Then give it a try."

John put down his wand, looked at the albatross and said, "How about we go home and say good night to Ariana for me."

"no problem."

The albatross spoke, flapped its wings and flew out of the Society of Stars.

The silver-white albatross flew across the sky over Britain and landed at Wick's house.

Ariana was listening to Mrs. Wick's little bedtime story, but it was basically all about John.

For example, when John was ten years old, he used a pencil to scare children, causing those children to be scared to death.

Ariana still felt a little unfinished after hearing this. Mrs. Wick said with tenderness: "The story is over, little white flower."

She kissed Ariana on the cheek and tucked her into bed.

"Mom," Ariana asked, "will John come back?"

"This little rascal, he came back last year." Mrs. Wick thought for a while and said, "He is very busy in the wizarding world, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Ariana responded obediently.

Mrs. Wick liked Ariana more and more.

The Witcher is not only interested in emotions by blood, she herself is the adopted daughter of John's grandfather.

"Good night, little white flower."

"Good night, Mom."

Ariana behaves like an introverted child now, but she is much more cheerful than before.

This is indispensable without the love from the Wick family.

Mrs. Wick smiled and leaned against the door frame and said, "What else?"

Ariana thought for a moment and said, "Say goodnight to daddy for me."

"I think he'd be delighted."

Just after Mrs. Wick turned off the lights in Ariana's room, Ariana looked at the little bear on the bedside and said, "Good night, little bear."

after awhile.

A silvery white light appeared, and the little bear beside Ariana's bed jumped down and ran to the window.

"What's wrong little bear?"

Ariana noticed the movement and opened her eyes.

She saw an albatross standing at the window.

Ariana shrank in fear, her eyes darkening.

"Ariana." The albatross spoke in John's voice.

"John." Ariana's black aura disappeared and she ran over to open the window in surprise.

The albatross flew in and looked around.

"It seems that you are having a great time," John's voice came out and said, "I can't come back for Christmas, so I will prepare the gifts and remember to put the socks on."

After that, the albatross' silver light turned into a faceless human form in front of Ariana.

He gently stroked Ariana's hair and said, "If anything happens, you can write to me, I'll always be here."

The silver light turned into an albatross again and flew out of the window.

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Chapter 598 Hufflepuff, Grindelwald arrested

The patron saint is back.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be regarded as a patron saint.

John thought he could give it a more appropriate name.

substitute.

Store your own emotional magic inside and turn it into something similar to a clone.

Looking at the silver-white man in front of him who had the same face as himself, John thought thoughtfully, "It looks like Ravenclaw."

What Ravenclaw stores in the painting is similar to John's.

"Can you use magic?"

"certainly."

Silver John snapped his fingers and things in the room flew up.

"I think you can help me a lot." John stretched out his hand to shake Silver John's hand.

Silver John shrugged, and his body began to dissipate into silver light and merge into John's body.

"It feels amazing."

John moved his hands.

"You are as creative as Salazar."

John looked over and saw that the woman had appeared in the Star Club at some unknown time.

"But it's just a wild imagination, and it's like Godric."

The woman has blond hair and is wearing a dress from centuries ago.

"Helga Hufflepuff?" John saw the woman and then looked at the recipes on the table.

"It seems I guessed wrong. Hufflepuff also has its own little secret." John smiled.

Hufflepuff looked at John with affection in her eyes. She shook her head and said, "I didn't expect that there would be such a pitiful child as you."

"Me?" John pointed at himself and laughed dumbly, "You are wrong, I am not pitiful."

"No, child." Hufflepuff came to John and stroked John's thinning cheek with his hand, "You have been deprived of your sense of taste."

"That was a terrible punishment."

John's smile froze and he unexpectedly said, "You were the first to discover it."

"I think Rowena knows that too, but for her, taste has never been part of the standard of pleasure."

Hufflepuff seemed to see a child who had gone through too many hardships, and she said with pity: "You have almost forgotten the taste of food."

"The price, for me, equal exchange is not a loss-making transaction," John said indifferently, "I lost my sense of taste, but I have friends."

"I'm here because of you," Hufflepuff said, shaking his head. "The existence that takes away your sense of taste is very powerful, but I want you to be able to taste delicious food again."

“Just the best I can,” she said.

"Hufflepuff, do you know what is scarier than losing your sense of taste?" John said, "That is to taste delicious food again."

"That smell will be like a beautiful dream that haunts people, making people try every means to find it and lose their original intention to pursue it."

John rejected her. Instead of losing his sense of taste when he tasted delicious food again, it would be better to lose his sense of taste all the time.

Let that ambiguity continue until you really have a solution.

"You are so sensible that it makes people feel distressed." Hufflepuff was very emotional. She was incarnate like Ravenclaw. "What have you experienced?"

"Some battles, some redemptions, some gains, some losses." John smiled, "These add up to what we call life."

"Although the purpose of Hufflepuff House is to treat everyone equally, you still deserve my words," Hufflepuff nodded happily, "You are the most outstanding Hogwarts student I have ever seen."

"Slytherin will like you for your creativity with magic."

"Gryffindor will love you because of your courage to try the unknown."

"Ravenclaw will like you for your wisdom through hardship."

"I will like you because of your dedication and tolerance to your friends."

Hufflepuff's body gradually turned into an illusion, revealing the recipe hidden inside.

The recipe fell down and John walked over and picked it up.

"A gift from Hufflepuff."

Recognition from the Big Four.

John chuckled.

He was probably the first one in a thousand years.

The recipe was placed on the table, and he decided to keep it with the Star Club, which would probably invite him to tea with the Ministry of Magic.

Hufflepuff wanted to give John a taste.

She said one thing, Slytherin might like John, but not for his creativity with magic, but for his ambition.

"I didn't say my sense of taste wouldn't come back." John stared at the recipe and put it in a cabinet.

The Big Four are indeed the Big Four. In the past, Gryffindor reappeared in the Room of Requirement, and later, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff appeared with consciousness.

They are all people who have gone very far in their magical attainments.

"I don't know if Slytherin's consciousness was destroyed or disappeared?"

John touched his chin. Among the Big Four, only Salazar Slytherin, the one with the highest attainments in black magic, did not appear.

Although John had been to his chamber of secrets, it had been visited by Voldemort.

It's possible that Voldemort had already met Salazar Slytherin and that consciousness had dissipated.

But it's also possible that John wasn't seen because he wasn't a pureblood.