Chapter 604 Niu Wan

With a crisp sound of "snap", Allen felt that Ravenclaw slapped him hard on the back, and his flesh trembled slightly with the opponent's slap, "Lie down on the table."

The torn and blood-stained leggings that were tightly attached to the body have been connected to Allen's flesh that was worn out by the broomstick, and there is no way to simply rely on Allen's uninjured hand. completely off.

After hesitating again, Alan had to lie down, his face blushing, his ears blushing—this shameful situation is different from the previous similar situation of being helped by an "an" motorcycle...

With a sting, his last defense was ripped off by Ravenclaw, and the sting of the pull made him grin his teeth and hiss.

"You didn't seem to be afraid of pain in the sky just now." Ravenclaw said with a slightly mocking tone.

Immediately afterwards, Allen felt a icy cold feeling from the inside of BIG's leg, which relieved the tingling sensation a lot. Ravenclaw's slender fingers were stained with cold and slippery ointment, and Ai Lun took advantage of the trend. Lun was trembling all over, and couldn't help but hum softly.

"Don't move around, there is an event in Helga's tavern, we have to attend later." Ravenclaw's fingers nimbly slid across his groin, and the indescribable feeling made his whole body tremble.

A moment later—the dark green door of Helga's tavern opened, Ravenclaw stretched out an arm, and Alan, who was still flushed, put his uninjured right arm on it to help him walk He stepped in—his footsteps were still a little unnatural, but if he just walked slowly, there would be no big problem.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw a group of people gathered around the bar in front, cheering constantly, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

When Hufflepuff's apprentice parted the crowd and ushered Alan and Ravenclaw over - although he didn't have to do it soon, because Alan was quickly recognized by the wizards who had witnessed the duel before, Calling Alan's name enthusiastically, they parted a way to let them pass.

Allen nodded politely, and then saw Godric Gryffindor in the center of the crowd at a glance. He sat on two wooden benches on both sides of him, and let the middle part of himself hang in the air... Male The witch's condition looks worse than Alan's. There are some plasters on his head and upper body, and one arm is hanging in front of the fierce moon—but he is obviously in good spirits. The corner of the red-haired wizard's mouth There was still food left, a stack of empty plates in front of him, and some plates on the table filled with round meatballs, each of them a little bigger than a goose egg, covered with Butter and fried until golden brown, exuding a tempting aroma.

Floating in the sky was a huge wooden board with people's names and numbers arranged on it. The name with the largest and most distinctive font on the top was clearly Godric Gryffindor.

When Gryffindor forked a meatball again and stuffed it into his mouth, accompanied by the cheers of the onlookers, the light flashed, and the number behind his name on the wooden board increased by one digit. Not only him, but all the people who have this kind of meatball in front of them, as long as they eat a meatball, the number behind their name will increase.

"Alan, do you want to participate in the fried beef ball eating competition?" Hufflepuff asked the two approaching people, she glanced at Ravenclaw, and then added gently to Alan , "Just support my activities."

Allen hadn't made a statement yet, and noticed that Gryffindor, who was talking here, glanced at Ravenclaw sadly, and then turned his face to Allen: "Boy, your broom is indeed much better than me. Admit it." His eyes turned around on Allen, and the smile on his face was a bit playful, "Helga, his physique is too thin, and he is too young, he must not be able to eat this."

"Is it only thirty-six?" Allen squinted his eyes, glanced at the record of Gryffindor on the wooden board, and said, "Is it only thirty-six? I only ate some snacks during the day, so I can just add The physical strength that was consumed just now.

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Gryffindor laughed, "Boy, that's what I want to hear, um... A little boy who is developing should eat more, and his body is long enough to be worthy of the girl he loves. Sit down and try it." Go." After finishing speaking, he picked up the wooden cup and habitually wanted to take a big gulp of ale, but he didn't realize that there was no room for them in his stomach until his lips touched the liquid .

"Thank you, but I think I'm well developed." Allen sat directly opposite Gryffindor. In fact, he felt a little helpless in his heart. He was definitely not thin and small among his peers, and he took attribute potions In the end, it was actually much higher than the standard line, but the girls around him, except for Hermione of the same age and Luna who was younger than him, whether it was Ravenclaw in front of him or the second attribute potion The second-developed Penello is taller than herself...even Ellen's sister Daisy...

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Alan focused on the four fried beef balls in front of him. Alan, who has become accustomed to the customs of this era, directly picked up a hot beef ball with his hands and threw it into it. In his mouth, he bit it up and quickly finished eating a beef ball, and he immediately picked up another one——Alan didn't want to compete with Gryffindor in eating speed, but the beef ball It's really delicious, and it tastes quite special.

At this time, while Allen was playing, Hufflepuff took Ravenclaw and sat in a relatively remote and quiet corner of the tavern at the moment. After pouring two glasses of wine, Hufflepuff looked at Ravenclaw with a serious expression on his face. With worry.

"Helga, go ahead." Ravenclaw said flatly after taking a sip of his drink.

Hufflepuff has long been accustomed to this kind of Ravenclaw dialogue, and she pointed out bluntly: "Rowena... did you notice that time-turner on Ellen's neck? He borrowed my kitchen to make it before." Pudding night, I noticed that the sand in his time-turner was slowly flowing..."

Ravenclaw paused with the hand holding the teacup, looked at Hufflepuff, but did not speak.

"I know he came from another time." Hufflepuff reached out and shook Ravenclaw's hand, his expression more serious than usual, "I didn't pay much attention to it before, because I thought you might It's just that there are some connections but you won't... But now, you also drove away the male apprentice I sent to help give medicine to that place-now thinking about it, you didn't just give him the square scarf when they were dueling, just to get rid of the grid Ryffindor's entanglement...Rowena, he will leave here sooner or later...You have always been very sensible, you should understand..."

Ravenclaw interrupted Hufflepuff's persuasion with a wave of her hand. No fluctuations could be seen from her expression, and her tone continued to maintain her usual calm: "I've always understood."

"It's a tie! Thirty-six!" The crowd watching the bar burst into shouts, causing the two witches to stop talking and get up and approach.

As for the bar area, when Alan ate the thirty-fourth yuan, he already felt very full, but more and more people gathered around him, preparing to witness someone break the Gryffindor record, so He still chewed the beef balls calmly.

Gryffindor on the opposite side rubbed his eyes with his greasy hands. He looked at Allen with an unbelievable expression. A boy with such a small physique in front of him actually had such a big appetite.

"That's thirty-seven dollars! He broke Godric's record!" the crowd began to cheer.

Allen didn't intend to stop the decision to expand the record. In order to be able to take a break and get a short period of relief, he began to talk to Hufflepuff who came over, "Helga, did you do all this? If it's the way If it is not a secret, people in my hometown will definitely want to know how it is made, this dish is so delicious.”

"Oh, no secret, you just dip them in butter, salt them a bit and fry them in oil."

"How is that beef prepared? It tastes quite special." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the stunned red-haired wizard beside him, and felt a little proud of himself. Alan decided to stuff another piece into his mouth—they were delicious. It didn't feel like British food at all to him.

"Thirty-eight!" The crowd screamed, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

"There is nothing special about the method, but the reason for the special texture is that these two-headed cows were obtained when they were alive-oh, the two-headed cows are magical animals that my cousin Rose in Modoc personally cultivated. You can't find them anywhere else. Maybe you can try a normal bull when you go back home, you have to grab the meatballs while it's still alive and cut it all in one go. Be careful though because the bulls They will go crazy after being cut..." Helga Hufflepuff couldn't help explaining in detail when he mentioned cooking.

"What?! What I ate is Niu Gao Wan?!" The thirty-eighth ball of beef that had been eaten into his mouth popped out of Alan's mouth, and he pushed it away feeling sad in his stomach. With the plates in front of me, I felt like I couldn't eat anymore.

"We couldn't count the last piece, but you still broke the record with thirty-seven pieces." Hufflepuff looked at the numbers on the board and exclaimed enthusiastically, "As long as no one can finish the carnival before the end of the carnival." Beyond that, you are the champion of the double-headed bullball, Alan Harris, congratulations! People will tell about your deeds all over the British Isles!"

Alan, who was speechless, felt even more upset when he learned that he might become famous for eating high-quality games...