Chapter 1191 ? Please Tell Me Privately

The part that Allen needs to be responsible for is finally over. Fu Rong and his team packed up the props and prepared to leave. They then completed other shootings by themselves.

At this time, Ross Geller also lost the aura he had when he was talking about his profession just now, and he returned to a slow look. He ran out of the factory just now, and he became a little awkward with his hands behind his back. came to Allen.

"Principal Harris..." Rose's smack-like tone sounded again.

Allen, who was talking to Hermione, noticed Rose's strangeness at this time, and when he saw the other person's appearance, he stared at his head in fright and focused.

Allen then let go and stretched out his hand before the other party could speak: "Of course, Rose, bring the poster and I'll sign it for you..." He took the poster behind the other party's back and opened it, "Uh... I did it a few years ago The way he's playing now looks...a bit embarrassing."

As he said that, Allen signed his name on this Quidditch photo taken when he participated in the national team in the fourth grade: "How about the last time I asked Hermione to order that golem arm for you?"

"I'll send it to you by courier in a few days. The owl can't hold such a heavy thing...and...Principal Harris." After receiving the poster, Rose's speech speed became faster because he was satisfied, and he seemed slower than ordinary people. Some: "Principal Harris invites you to participate in next year's Quidditch World Cup..."

"Uh, I don't have much time to train. Coach Geraldine has already retired...uh..." Allen said half a sentence, looking at the other party's expression in order to avoid the other party's continued persuasion, "Of course, me and the new national team coach Larry Brown has had a letter contact before, and if he still asks me in this regard and allows me to only play and not practice, I can still continue to play."

Seeing that Ross didn't intend to leave, Hermione hurriedly made a sound and said: "Mr. Geller, the Quidditch matter is still early, we can think about it later. If there is nothing else, Principal Harris and I will leave first..."

"Oh, okay..." Rose nodded in frustration, "Oh, please wait...Miss Granger..." He suddenly raised his voice, "Please wait a moment, my sister Monica has news for you ..." He hurriedly took out a piece of parchment and a crumpled notebook from his bag.

"Wait, Mr. Geller!" Hermione yelled.

Ross, who was concentrating on the affairs in front of him, didn't notice Hermione's voice: "Golem research can't be all day and night, and you have to remember to eat... Uh, sorry, the part for you is still behind... This is the part for me..."

"Mr. Geller! Please wait!" Hermione wanted to interrupt Rose again, but the other party ignored her eyes and gestures at all, and took a peek at Ellen who had begun to notice her side,

Hermione slapped herself on the forehead, feeling a little headache.

"Please tell Ms. Granger that Gordon Ramsay was recently invited by Harris University to teach cooking. I wrote the recipes of the new dishes I recently developed together with the recipes she asked for in the notebook, please bring them to her..." Rose read without looking up, here, "Finally, according to Miss Granger's Confidentiality requested, please inform her personally in private."

After reading it, he raised his head to face Hermione who was staring angrily. Ross, who was slow to react, was stunned, and quickly moved closer to look at the words on the paper. He said apologetically, "Sorry, Miss Granger."

Concerned about the presence of many outsiders, Allen didn't say anything, but he deliberately opened his mouth slightly, and looked sideways at Hermione, as if frozen in place.

Seeing Allen pretending to be shocked, Hermione glared at him angrily, and opened his hands to Ross. He quickly stuffed the notebook in his hand to Hermione, and then he found that Hermione's fingers pressed the notebook The position of the black golem lubricating oil that was stained before, this lubricating oil has dried up for too long and it is difficult to clean it off.

"I'm sorry again, Miss Granger, it was basically new when my sister gave it to me..." Rose felt that his whole face was burning, and he usually focused on studying the golem, so that his life was a bit sloppy.

Noticing that someone noticed them, Hermione put the letter and notebook into her pocket, pulled Allen and disapparated away from the place.

"Hermione, quietly, I caught you sneaking behind our backs, what are you doing!" Allen winked at Hermione, "You don't let us eat candy, but you secretly order cheesecake..."

"It's not for me to eat! Well, it's not just..." Hermione gave up after a few words of defense, "I just think I should learn to cook, so as not to be ridiculed by Penello all the time... Your mother has been making fun of me recently. Daisy and Emily go to school, she thinks that's why Daisy has been single..."

Hearing Hermione's explanation, Allen, who stared at Hermione for a long time, felt a little scared in his heart. He responded dryly, realizing that Hermione really didn't want to satisfy his appetite—she Until now, she thought she was one step ahead of Penello, so she didn't want to be caught up by Penello in every way. Recently, Penello was often praised by her family for taking care of her mother's diet, which made her feel a little bit .

"Didn't you learn to cook recently?" Hermione took out the crumpled cookbook and tried to make it clean with magic. At least a few steps can be made."

Seeing Hermione's appearance, Allen felt even more discouraged. The problem on Penello's side was finally resolved, and now how to tell Hermione has become a difficult problem.

"You don't need to spend so much energy on it when you are so busy working in the umbrella..." Alan looked at Hermione's expression and felt that he couldn't speak no matter what. In the end, he simply boasted cheekily: "Hermione, you Smart, brave, sharp and knowledgeable, you have helped me a lot in my goal of breaking the Statute of Secrecy. You see, the wizarding world has cooperated with the Muggle world, and the current form is different than what we originally wanted to change. It's much better...so you don't need to show off your culinary skills anymore, you've done enough..."

"Now the concept of pure-blood wizards is also changing. Even if they don't admit it, they also realize that Muggles are no longer ignorant serfs who pull their excrement everywhere." Hermione is quite fond of this. I am proud, but she misunderstood what Alan meant, "But after a while of work recently, I have been relatively free. I have some time. Although I am different from Penello, I can't stay in the kitchen for a long time, but basically I should understand Let me know, at least I learned this cake this time, otherwise I will not live up to Monica's kindness, she told me all the secret recipes that she just developed..."

Allen smiled and nodded, thinking that if the umbrella hadn't invested in the Little Mama Cake Shop, that Monica would probably not be so talkative...

Hermione looked at Alan's smile and nodded, she thought magnanimously - she thought that Penello could only rely on cooking skills to find a sense of superiority, if she also snatched it here, the other plane would be a little bit It's so pathetic.