Chapter 144 Lunch (Modified)

"This No-Maj talks funny," Jessica looked at the pastor with interest, with hesitation, "Maybe we don't have to oblivion him? Anyway, no No-Maj would believe what he said..."

"Of course not." Ian said decisively, and he very much agreed with Allen's proposal. "Jessica, don't forget, when it comes to these non-magical No-Majs, if we're not related, we can't even be friends with them, let alone marry them."

"Oh, what are you thinking? Who would want to marry him? I just think he's kind of interesting." Jessica was a little surprised at her brother's reaction.

Simon was a little dumbfounded listening to their conversation. Is this going to kill people?

"If you cast the Forgetting Curse on him yourself." Ian hugged his shoulders with a cold tone.

Allen felt very strange about Ian's character, how could a person be like him, at the same time, he could be elegant and funny, but also disgusting.

His appearance could indeed be described as that of a well-bred gentleman, with wisdom and courage in every aspect of his face. At times, however, his temper was as savage and ruthless as that of a fierce and tyrannical slave-ship owner.

Ian's appearance was pretty handsome, but unfortunately, he was ruined by his ferocious and irritable expression.

Jessica hesitated, which obviously angered Ian even more.

Simon's complexion became much paler than before he came here, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his lips kept trembling, as if surrounded by terror.

Allen was determined to solve the pain of these people, he suddenly took a step forward, towards Simon. Simon took a step back in horror.

"Don't be afraid, soon, soon you won't know anything." Alan comforted in a gentle voice.

Simon couldn't control his trembling anymore, he forced himself not to kneel down and beg for mercy, "Actually, wouldn't it make people more scared if you said that?"

"Forget everything." Allen pointed decisively at Simon, and Simon's eyes became clouded.

"Let's go!" Allen grabbed Jessica and Ian, and disappeared into this secluded alley in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, they appeared in the courtyard of Leonard's house. With a certain location, Allen would naturally choose a more labor-saving method instead of walking back like a quail in the cold wind.

"It's almost time for lunch. I don't think you guys would want to stay in that small town for long," Allen explained.

Ian shrugged, indicating that he didn't care. Jessica looked blank, not knowing what she was thinking. Seeing this, Ian's face darkened again.

"Ah, Jessica, I ate delicious food like yours yesterday, how about trying my cooking today? I am very good at cooking!" Allen wanted to liven up the atmosphere and leave some space for him to be alone. These two.

Allen moved nimbly in the kitchen and commanded the kitchen knife with a wand to cut and chop, and prepared the materials needed for lunch. Even part of the dining table was used by Allen as a temporary bowl table, with many replacement dishes and cooking materials stacked on it.

Allen's excellent hearing allowed him to hear the voices of the siblings in the living room. Jessica's voice was low and she said very little. Ian, on the other hand, was completely different from before. He happily told a lot of hilarious stories, and imitated the different tones of each country, trying to make Jessica happy.

Finally, Allen prepared all the ingredients and called to the two siblings who were trying their best to pretend nothing happened: "Jessica, Ian, it's time to eat!"

Both Jessica and Ian made it to the dining table, and were surprised to find that there was an extra copper crucible on the table, and there was a support under the crucible, and a flame was burning under the support, but the flame did not harm the dining table at all, dissipating all their heat All contributed to the crucible above it.

"You brought a cauldron with you when you came to America? How did No-Maj let you pass?" Ian was very surprised!

"With a little gadget from Professor Flitwick,

Successfully passed the No-Maj inspection. "Of course Allen would not say that there are still many brand new crucibles in his storage space!"

"Isn't it the cauldron that survived the potion?" Jessica also became interested.

"Of course not, it's brand new! It's better to use copper pots for hot pot, and the tableware in the kitchen is made of iron and pottery." Allen explained.

In the cold winter, it is really wise to have a hot hot pot. The three of them enjoyed a sumptuous meal. Yesterday, Jessica really bought a lot of delicacies to entertain Allen and the others.

Allen also took out Mrs. Harris' snacks and invited them to taste them.

"Coffee after dinner, this should be my task." Allen heard Ian say this.

Ian took out a coffee tray from the kitchen and put it on the bowl table beside him.

While turning his head and continuing to chat with Allen, he poured brown coffee powder into three cups.

At this moment, like a magic trick, he quickly poured all the contents of a small glass bottle into the larger glass. The whole process is very fast.

Even Alan didn't see his movements clearly, and he was done in a flash, and his movements were very clean. Not to mention Jessica whose back was turned to him, Jessica knew nothing about Ian's movements.

Then, Ian laughed loudly, turned around, held a cup in each hand, and walked towards the dining table again. He put the big cup mixed with an unknown liquid in front of Jessica.

It is impossible to describe the confusion and anxiety in Alan's mind at this time. He saw something dastardly going on right under his nose, and he felt he must not stand by, but he did not know exactly how.

Perhaps the brothers and sisters were just making a small joke about this matter, and it would be superfluous to go up and warn him, so what would he be like? Conversely, if this matter is indeed very serious, and the younger brother actually drugged the older sister, how should the older sister feel sad?

At such a critical juncture, Allen can only use the most stupid method. He stood up, pretending to reach for the paper towels on the long table, and pretending to be careless, he knocked over the seasoning dish in front of Jessica.

In an instant, the clean white sweater on Jessica was stained with brown stains.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why don't you change your clothes and I'll clean it up for you. It's really rude to point your wand at you." Allen kept apologizing.

"Ah, it's okay, I can do it myself." Jessica thought for a while, and decided to change into another dress. Although cleaning can remove all the stains, the smell of seasonings on the clothes still lingers in her nose, and she always feels uncomfortable.

"What did you put in the coffee?" Allen asked Ian in a low voice after Jessica went upstairs.