Chapter 1526 The Generation Gap Is Several Decades Apart

"Eh? This is an opening that I didn't expect... But I don't think many people in the whole world have tasted your craftsmanship. It's my honor..." Allen bowed politely and thought for a moment in his mind. Decided, and then straightened his back and said, "But when I first came in, I happened to be eating too. The food here tastes too easy to spoil... Do you want to go out to eat? Speaking of which, I also happen to have several unique desserts at home." ..."

Allen, who has a horcrux, doesn't care about a body, and he doesn't think that death is a true god. At this time, he used the method that Voldemort's bastard would use to protect his horcrux, and poisoned the cake to kill him. once myself.

"Oh, I didn't intend to hold a cooking competition..." Hai Erbo, the god of death, said and snapped his fingers.

When the two sat across from each other and ate brownies in Diagon Alley, a seat with a similar shape appeared between them—although in such a place where the sun can’t be seen at all, the parasol in the middle has completely become a decoration and decoration .

When the tables and chairs were formed, the surface of the table was like boiling or bubbling mud in a swamp, and a sphere of energy with the same blue ray enchantment as Alan's body emerged from it.

And after the initial dazzling and energetic light got used to it, Allen saw that inside the shield sphere was actually a silver bowl with intricate carvings in the ancient Greek style, and the outer circle of the vessel was inlaid with a ring of crystals. The energy of the shield is maintained by these crystals.

There are a few pieces of dessert on the silver bowl that are a bit too sweet for Allen. They are baklava made by Death himself. The top layer of puff pastry looks very thin and has the color of honey. You can see it from the side cut It is filled with nut fillings, and a few pistachio kernels are exposed.

"Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw are really outstanding in intelligence...these spells and alchemy. I am proficient in the direction of making strange things..." The finger of Helbo, the god of death, wearing a large silver ring Pointing to the shield with blue light on Alan's body, he said in a hoarse and depressing voice, "The fundamental essence of studying your transformation is the life protection spell attached to the necklace representing the symbol of my Deathly Hallows, It took me a while…”

"Mr. Haierbo, you are too humble. The direction of research is different. We can't pick up a stone to make the resurrection stone, and fold a branch to make the Elder Wand..." Allen felt that he had eaten too much before he came in. Feeling full and a little embarrassed, he just put his hand into the barrier of the plate to hold the snack, but he didn't plan to eat any more, but he shifted his gaze to Death, "Your new cloak doesn't look like that either. It’s not Fanpin, I roughly identified it can reflect most spells? Is it a mirror cloak? Thanks to you, you can still get the materials to make it..."

"Aha, I know you've seen it all, but it's also a commendable vision... No wonder you can win Ms. Ravenclaw's love with Mr. Harris... Even if she has been promoted to the current state..." Death's fierce The old man looked a little happy, "When I was a mortal... I also collected a few scrolls. In fact, some of the scrolls in your set should be my original collection..." The old man put his hand on the slightly glowing cloak Holding it in front of Alan, "It is indeed a mirror cloak, the material... After all, you know I have a lot of time to collect... It is sometimes called "woven water". When the wearer is directly attacked by magic, its real magic The effect will be manifested - all damage caused by the spell will be bounced away, but the wearer will not take any damage."

"Bounce back all 'spell damage', but does not include incapacitating spells that do not have direct attack power, such as the full-body binding spell, and attack with physical collisions such as ten thousand bullets. the spell,

I don't have the ability to resist either...Sorry, I have some snack oil..." Allen was still holding the snack, but he manipulated the invisible mage's hand to pull him closer, "But it is necessary to use this Things come just to deal with me? It seems that I hold more weight in your heart than I imagined..."

Allen maintained a relaxed face, emphasizing that he was not helpless with this thing, but he still felt very tricky in his heart, because this creation would allow him to cast many means and even hit himself in turn.

"Facing an outstanding wizard like you, it would be too boring to win the plane in the form of the main body. When Ms. Ravenclaw came in person, I think she and I need to fight in that form. A wizard..." Hai Erbo was not stingy with his praise, "I have to admit that the mortal form will still affect my performance, although the result will not change, but I don't want to make myself too embarrassed to win... Otherwise, I will face Ms. Ravenclaw. Sometimes I will feel too embarrassed..." Death's lifeless face said more lively words, "You have finished reading the full set and wore the full set of equipment, I think it's nothing for an old man like me to add a coat?  … Ah, please forgive Mr. Harris, I have delayed your tasting with too many words... Sorry, you know that there are not many living people here who come to visit me, and I actually like chatting with you..."

Seeing that he still couldn't change the topic in the end, Allen looked at the kind of snacks in front of him. He usually doesn't like too sweet and greasy snacks. He guessed that if Dumbledore were here instead, a smile might appear on his face... The savior secretly Sighing, I couldn't help but blame the other party, the true god, for being too unprofessional. I was ready to meet and start a fight, but at this time, it is really hard to refuse the invitation...

Alan landed on Haierbo, the god of death, from the corner of his eye, and saw the invitation gesture made by the other party and the anticipation on the originally combative face at this time, which reminded him of the time when Anka fed him raw rabbit meat when they first met. The face of a bird—he noticed that the snake head on his snake staff was squeezed so that the other party spat out the snake letter...

In the end, Alan stretched out his long pale and slender hand, held the handle of the container, lowered his head, put half of his face into the shield, and took a big bite with his mouth—the strong, sweet taste instantly took over. His tongue buds.

It's just that I ate too much before, and this kind of high-calorie food seemed to be clogged in the throat. It was difficult for Alan to savor its taste carefully. He pretended to make a satisfied smile, and said 'emm... ' and other admiring voices, and then pressed his hands on his belly to express his satisfaction-but it took a lot of effort to swallow it reluctantly.

Hai Erbo, the god of death, frowned, his eyes lost a little light and interest, and he stroked the utensil with his fingers regretfully.

"It doesn't seem to suit your taste?" Death sighed a little, "Don't force it, after all, the gap in appetite between us has been different for thousands of years...Now sugar and oil are no longer so difficult to obtain..."

"Sorry, it's not a matter of taste. You know that among the preparations I made before coming here, there was the matter of having a full meal..." Allen's expression became calm after he said it, "And what you are looking for is not necessarily taste itself."

"Extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of human beings." Death stared at Allen and nodded, "But I ignored you and you don't know my proposal... I will exchange you some refreshments that you should miss very much, and then you listen Let's see if you want to accept it..."

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